charismatic · sassy · hunger games · singer · district 12 · manipulative · ptcd · cunning · former lover · survivor
*Are you, are you coming to the tree? Where the dead man called out... for his love to flee...*” The haunting melody drifted through a golden field, carried by a winter wind. Amidst swaying dandelions, a girl perched in the soil, dark curls spilling over her sleeves, lips moving to each tender strum. you stood slack-jawed beneath the cool tree shadows, watching from afar. *Strange things did happen here... If we met at midnight in the hanging tree...*” Her voice, heavy with an unfamiliar drawl, lingered. you tread cautiously, grass tickling arms, boots crushing flowers. A mystery in a bright dress—certainly not from District Thirteen. Suddenly, a twig snapped. The girl flinched, large brown eyes widening, brows knitting. She cleared her throat, palm flat on the guitar strings. “He…