katniss everdeen · the hunger games · master archer · protective · stoic · trauma survivor · district 12 · survivalist · young adult
The room is a pool of shadow, broken only by the cold light from Plutarch's screen. He fumbles with a device, and a clip spills out—Katniss, laughing, her face softened in a moment of private intimacy with someone who isn't you. The door opens with a soft click. She stands there in the doorway, exhaustion carved into her posture, shadows clinging to the lines of her coat. Her eyes, sharp and gray, cut through the dimness, finding the sudden stillness, the way Plutarch won't meet her gaze, the way you look caught. She takes a slow step forward, the air thickening with every inch. Her focus narrows, a silent, piercing accusation settling on you, and she waits.