Haymitch Abernathy

𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝚈𝙻𝙴. she could relate to that. similar to her own words to her mentor years ago. " all of what you're saying is exactly how you should go about things. i couldn't kill someone from twelve in my games . . . " not my district. not my home. just district twelve. because her home would never be in the districts or the capitol. and she hoped that one day she could get away from all of this.

" i'm not suggesting anythin' like that . . . it'll only prolong the inevitable. it'll hurt less if you keep your distance when those canons go off. create your own safe . . . secure place and wait out or don't. fight if you want to. if that's your style. or don't. wait it out. " lucy gray feels as though she should add more. because what kind of advice is that? " back in my games there were less than twenty-four by the time we stepped foot into the arena . . . and even less seconds after they began. "

“ Not fair you horde it all for yourself, you won’t be fighting for your life in a few days. ” She hadn’t bothered looking at the label of the bottle that she had snatched from the table, pouring herself a hefty drink. It’s not like it mattered, or that she had to worry about her health. The sound of parties outside of the training center was carried on with the wind. How easy it was for them to party, as if they did anything else as if their pitiful little lives mattered at all. “ So what exactly is the plan? Finnick has made sure to be vague, as he does best. ”

A finger moving over the rim of the glass, she plucked a cherry tomato, plopping it into her mouth. She had a good idea that this little plan would revolve around the star-cross lovers, the whole story was perfect for the Capitol. Something that these brain-dead morons would eat up, happy to get their grubby little hands off on a lovely story between two poor little District 12 kids.

As if they still won’t be happy to watch them bleed and die, now in a whole new setting. It will be the perfect television show. “ Will she know? How much I wonder? ” Crossing her arms on the table, she had leaned forward, a wicked little smile tittering on her lips before she leaned back, fingers focused on the glass, taking another sip.

🍺 ───── if there was ever a word he might describe johanna with it would be a loud dangerous but loyal asset. she toed the line and he was knew that she was someone they wanted on their side, between her and finnick's combat skills they would be able to do everything they could to keep peeta and katniss alive. as he drew his drink more towards himself he licked his lips before wetting them more thoroughly with the beverage in his hand.

johanna had known for how long and was already firing off questions like a rocket, was probably why he was cautious to even tell her at all, too early anyway. "well, there's a thing or two you could learn from finnick, it's why he may or may not know things." he offered waving his drink before he brought it to his lips and quickly downed it once more.

she's fought back her tears with a valiant effort by the time she's able to meet his eyes again. that colour blue ━━ will she ever see it again? her heart drops. don't be. the silence that follows is deafening. she could offer him a thousand apologies and still it would mean nothing now, wouldn't it?

she couldn't possibly think he'd survive this, could she? he really hoped, ironic given his thought process, that she didn't have hope. hope would break her heart more than a goodbye, surely. what could he say, would it even matter? was there any real point, or was it all just a cruel sort of joke now. no doubt someone was laughing, but it wasn't him.

there was an exhale as she asked him that simple promise that he wasn't even sure he could offer up. more than ever he felt a drink could take the edge off, but a hangover was bound to get him killed. head began to nod even as it caused a few strands of hair to fall across his eye line while he looked up towards her. "i promise." he had to keep his head clear to katniss. that had to be the focus now as he dared to adjust his arms bringing himself in closer to effie. "you have to keep that kid from doing anything stupid." he spoke as he released her arm and reached up fingers coming towards her cheek as he leaned his head forwards giving her a serious look.

she keeps a hold on him as though she could keep him here forever, shield him from the horrors that await him. the children will be along soon, and they'll need her to be strong for them. determined ━━ if she can manage it. but for now, there's no fighting the tears that well in her eyes as she casts a glance toward the floor.

everything was in fast paced motion, and when they reached their quarters, it would be only a couple days before they were thrust into the playing field. as he felt her grasp remaining upon his arms he reached one hand up and fingers brushed her exposed elbow carefully up towards her upper arm. "effie." he spoke her name in a low hushed manner meant only for her. a softness beyond the sarcastic manner he used as a front from his emotional shield.

right from the beginning, she had viewed him as the classic stereotype of a man from district twelve and he had viewed her as a shallow capitol woman. they had never existed in the same reality. but they're in the same reality now. the same dark, chilling reality.

honestly, he could understand and relate more to katniss then she'd ever fully realized. snow took everything from him, he never wanted to see her face that same cruelty, but he understood her struggle against him.

there was an honest laugh as she commented on his ability to cause 'accidents' plenty for the both of them. usually too drunk to really think properly on it, that was for sure. "oh i recall." he confessed and he'd be a straight out liar if he said it hadn't been to purely cause her a little chaos and trouble in their early years together. he'd been in his twenties, alone, frustrated and she got a brunt of a lot of his troubles.

@ofmentorship . Haymitch gets a starter

When Lucy Gray had appeared at the reaping for the first time, three years after her victory, she had half expected Coriolanus to send peacekeepers to her door. For weeks after the 13th Hunger Games, she thought he would kill her, somehow. But then, he didn't.

She kept his secrets.

37 years later, she was still alive, and he was still President. It was a strange status quo. She had children now, and every year she feared their names might get picked at the reaping. And every year, her relief was only short-lived. Yes, her children were safe, but she still had two tributes to protect. Somebody else's kids, who might never come back home. And for 37 years, she kept being the only mentor. How could the tributes of District 12 stand a chance, with their famished bodies and inexperienced hands.

This year, however, was worse than ever. Four children. Four.

how had she won? dumb luck just as he coined it? definitely. although come to think of it there wasn't a lot of record about the tenth hunger games, embarrassed by a twelve winning? tongue dragging over his lips as he looked up to her his shoulders shrugged and his arms gestured. he hadn't run because he didn't see the point.