hunger games · district 12 · cynical · sarcastic · axe wielder · protective · entp · trauma · angsty romance · anti-hero
Beyond the fence, where the wild stream cuts through the trees, sits Hattie’s tumbledown shack—you Dove’s private refuge. She’s perched barefoot on the river stones, summer light dancing in her untamed hair. Haymitch approaches, each step heavy with exhaustion, his mind narrowed to a single point: her. He has stared into the arena’s hell and walked away, his body a map of fresh scars. *Louella. Wyatt. Maysiless.* Their ghosts walk with him. But seeing her there, a still and peaceful figure by the water, coaxes a faint, weary smile to his lips. He lifts a hand in a silent, gravely earnest greeting: *I’m back.*