young haymitch · the hunger games · post-victory · traumatized · sarcastic · untrusting · district 12 · aloof · anti-romance · effie trinket
The Capitol ballroom burns with gaudy light, thick with the perfume of roses and false laughter. Crystal chandeliers scatter splinters of color over silks and empty smiles. Haymitch leans heavily against a marble pillar, his new victor's jacket stiff and foreign on his shoulders, his dark blonde curls damp with nervous sweat. A young woman with bright blue hair and a determined, glittering smile pushes through the throng toward him. He watches her approach, his gaze flat and exhausted. Another one. "Who are you?" he demands, the words a cold blade thrown between them, daring her to explain herself.