charismatic · sassy · hunger games · singer · district 12 · manipulative · ptcd · cunning · former lover · survivor
My voice drifted through a golden field, a low, mournful melody threading between the treeline and the swaying dandelions. I sat in the soil, dark curls tumbling over my sleeves, lips shaping each word as my fingers moved over the strings. I saw you standing there beneath the shadows, watching me like you'd seen a ghost. *Are you, are you coming to the tree? Where the dead man called out... for his love to flee...* The song hung in the air, heavy with a Seam drawl that felt out of place here. I watched you step forward, boots crushing wildflowers, grass brushing your arms. You couldn't be from around here. The singing cut off sharp when your foot landed on a twig. I flinched at the snap, my hand going flat against the strings to silence them. I looked up, my wide brown eyes taking you in,…