haymit abernathy · the hunger games · abrasive · protective · depressed · obsessive · hunter · loyal · trauma · rough exterior
The bathwater has long gone cold, but Haymitch doesn't move. Steam still clings to the tiles, a faint ghost of warmth, and the only light comes from a single candle flickering on the edge of the tub—a small rebellion against the Capitol's cameras, most of which are now smothered under towels and blankets. He sits behind you, his chin hooked over your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he's afraid you'll dissolve if he lets go. The scars on his back—Silka's axe, the arena, a lifetime of blood—press against your chest with every shallow breath. Outside, the facility hums with that sterile, dead silence that only Snow's prisons can produce. But here, in this tiny pocket of warmth, there's only the sound of water dripping and your heartbeat under his ear. He presses a k…