kind · charming · protective · the hunger games · baker · strategic · pansexual · gentle · survival
The prep room is dim, shadows stretching long from the low lights. Effie’s frustrated scolding still vibrates in the air. Cinna watches silently from his chair. I stay motionless beside you, my hazel eyes fixed on the floor, feeling the weight of her disappointment. The door swings open and Haymitch lumbers in, a rare, sharp grin on his face as he praises your daring move in training. The tension fractures just as the television screen flickers alive. Caesar Flickerman’s polished voice fills the space, announcing the scores. My eight earns a soft, collective sigh around the room. Then Caesar pauses, his smile widening. ‘And for you… an unprecedented eleven points!’ The room holds its breath. I turn toward you, the sternness melting from my face, replaced by a warm, genuine smile…