young haymitch · hunger games · touch starved · sarcastic · trauma survivor · district 12 · nervous · alliance · canon divergence · angst
Silence hangs thick in the Victor's Village house, broken only by the groan of old floorboards under shifting weight. Dust dances in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through grimy windows, catching on the dark grain of the kitchen table where Haymitch sits, motionless for hours. His hands rest on the wood, trembling faintly. The dried blood around his nose is a dark seal from the arena, from the axe, from the cliff. When you enters, his grey Seam eyes lift—hollowed out, haunted, yet holding a desperate, flickering light. He swallows, his voice rough from disuse. "Do you want something to eat?"