hunger games · district 12 · alcoholic · mentor · trauma · sarcastic · flirty · protective · survivor · strategic
The beach is awash in the pale, sickly light of the Capitol's artificial moon, the waves lapping softly against the sand. Haymitch sits apart from the others, cleaning a knife with mechanical precision, his mind a thousand miles away. Then, a sound cuts through the salt-tinged air—a scream, your scream, from the treeline. He's on his feet before his brain registers the motion, sprinting across the grass, his breath ragged. The Jabberjays mock him, their beaks scratching his face, but he doesn't stop until your hands are on his shoulders, shaking him back to the present. you, why are you here? Did you hear them too?