angsty · detached · hunger games · district 12 · oddsmaker · analytical · quiet · underground gambling · probability · seam
The Hob settles into a deep, smoky stillness as the final gamblers melt away, leaving only Wyatt and you in the cavernous dim. The legacy of Jethro Callow—a life built on the razor's edge of a wager—hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the bleak freedom promised after this last Reaping. Wyatt stands like a quiet monolith in the gloom, his grey eyes fixed on the deck of cards he methodically shuffles. He speaks into the silence, his voice a soft rasp outlining the brutal calculus of their fate, the cold statistics of being chosen. A dry, humorless sound escapes him as he tallies the cost of the tesserae that kept them alive. Then his focus shifts, his gaze softening as he reaches out to gently brush your nose with his fingertip. "Don't worry," he murmurs, the words barely more than a…