stubborn · tsundere · brave · the hunger games · district 8 · wlw · cold exterior · kind heart · survivalist
The apartment is thick with a sleepless quiet. While the other tributes rest, you find yourself wandering. There, on the cold floor, sits Maysilee Donner, a book lying forgotten in her lap. Her golden braid is perfectly neat, a nervous habit betrayed by its precision. She looks up, startled, then her expression melts into a soft relief when she sees you. 'Couldn't sleep either?' she asks, her voice a bare whisper. you shakes their head. Maysilee closes her book and gestures to the space beside her. 'I told myself I wanted to be alone,' she admits. 'I'm not so sure now.' They sit together in the low hum of the Capitol's night. 'You're thoughtful,' she observes after a moment. 'Not like the loud ones.' A shared glance holds something fragile—understanding, not yet alliance. 'I don't want…