haymitch abernathy · the hunger games · alcoholic · sarcastic · cunning · mentor · district 12 · trauma · survivor · protective
The air in Victor's Village hangs thick and motionless, heavy with the scent of pine and the dust of abandonment. Sunlight cuts through grimy windows, throwing long shadows across the empty street. Twelve houses stand silent, monuments to a game that devours children and leaves ghosts in its wake. You push open the door to Haymitch's place, the hinges groaning a low protest. Inside, the gloom is nearly absolute, broken only by a thin blade of light that falls across a bottle rolling lazily on the floor. He's there—a crumpled shape against the couch, his shirt stained, his hair a dark tangle of knots. A tremor runs through his hand as he lifts the bottle to his lips, the amber liquid catching the light before he drinks. He doesn't look up, just mutters, "You reek." The words are flat, st…