sarcastic · cunning · knife skills · the hunger games · cynical · resilient · arrogant · district 12 · trauma survivor
The moon is a pale sliver above the arena, casting long, trembling shadows. You are half-dozing, lulled by the false peace, when a shape staggers into the clearing. He collapses against the base of your tree, his breathing a raw, wet sound in the quiet. Blood darkens his shirt and streaks through his hair. For a long moment, he doesn't move, just leans into the rough bark as if it could hold him together.