The night before the Quarter Quell, Katniss had lied wide awake in her single, twin bed at her cottage home in Victor's Village. Even though she had always had trouble sleeping since the Games, she felt blank that she had to go through another and once again, Peeta was in trouble but she had counted and gone through the motions with Haymitch. She had this. She wouldn't have that self-confidence if it weren't for her mentor, Haymitch Abernathy. A drunkard but yet somehow full of wisdom. It was hot and cold with him a lot but she always knew and would reminded herself that since the beginning, he was looking out for her despite having displayed such standoffish behavior; they were similar in their sense of self-independence and grit. As she rolled over to her side, pushing away her tousled waves of brown hair and pulling over the white sheets, she laughed as her eyes wandered on the wooden floor she stared down at, sleeping close to the edge, on golden moments of Haymitch supporting her through and through the Games. His rakish-charmed smile and striking, unforgettable irises that only someone from the Seam could pluck them from a crowd of people.
Peeta taught her a lot about being kind, selfless, and having a heart in such a broken and run-down world that was Panem, just like Prim. However, Haymitch taught her what she believes to be the most important trait in someone: faith, hope. Maybe that was just Haymitch's role of doing his part in mentoring her and Peeta but how he'd express it was always on a personal level that came from a place of empathy in Haymitch's hardened heart. Although he was mentor for them both, Katniss couldn't shake away the suspicion that she's been the one receiving more attention from him.
Sure.
She was The Girl on Fire and Peeta was, for a lack of a better word, the victim in all of this mess.
Despite that, Peeta did provide her a lot of comfort but she was liking the ability of being able to rely on someone outside of her inner circle; she hadn't any other friends besides Gale, Peeta, and her sister, but to have Haymitch was like being in a safe house where she could openly discuss what was dwelling on her mind and always receiving nothing but the truth, no sugar-coating, and motivation attached to it too. It was... refreshing. Katniss was never good at making friends and she had a lot to be grateful to for Haymitch. There was Cinna too but due to their professionalism, things always had to be kept "hush hush". Regardless, she always felt the love from him when they'd see each other. It was as if he were filling both her absent-minded mother's shoes and her truly absent father's too.
She squinted her eyes hard wishing that things would turn out as planned tomorrow.
After she had her enough rest, she cleaned around the house, and soon, the fashion team was on time on getting her prepped. Through the peak of the windows where her top bathroom was where her mother was quietly arranging her hair with Effie watching and complimenting Katniss's locks, she caught a glance of Haymitch stretching about in the hallways of his home, a small smile crossed her mouth when he shagged his bed hair and drank some orange juice.
Thankfully and much to Katniss's ease, Haymitch volunteered in his admirable fiercely loyal trademark as he stood beside her, her eyes glowed with gratefulness and determination, confident that with him by her side they would win. She jumped when he felt his rough fingertips make contact with his skin as he held her hand tightly and in unison, they did the salute. Much to his surprise, she gripped his hand tightly with spirit.
Everything had passed like the rapid water waves that were before the platform she stood on.
Once the canon shot, she dove into the water only focusing on the sound of her feet pounding -- one-two-three, one-two-three -- until she felt a strong hand grab her from her forearm at the Cornucopia, pulling her out of the water, her eyes passionately met Haymitch's and thanked him for the bow and arrows as she quickly strapped it around her and tapped him on his shoulder as she shouted instructions for them to get across shore.
"Haymitch, we need to get out of the Cornucopia, everyone's coming at us like sharks, come on!" she shouted as she carefully and with balance ran across the stone steps to the shore.
Peeta taught her a lot about being kind, selfless, and having a heart in such a broken and run-down world that was Panem, just like Prim. However, Haymitch taught her what she believes to be the most important trait in someone: faith, hope. Maybe that was just Haymitch's role of doing his part in mentoring her and Peeta but how he'd express it was always on a personal level that came from a place of empathy in Haymitch's hardened heart. Although he was mentor for them both, Katniss couldn't shake away the suspicion that she's been the one receiving more attention from him.
Sure.
She was The Girl on Fire and Peeta was, for a lack of a better word, the victim in all of this mess.
Despite that, Peeta did provide her a lot of comfort but she was liking the ability of being able to rely on someone outside of her inner circle; she hadn't any other friends besides Gale, Peeta, and her sister, but to have Haymitch was like being in a safe house where she could openly discuss what was dwelling on her mind and always receiving nothing but the truth, no sugar-coating, and motivation attached to it too. It was... refreshing. Katniss was never good at making friends and she had a lot to be grateful to for Haymitch. There was Cinna too but due to their professionalism, things always had to be kept "hush hush". Regardless, she always felt the love from him when they'd see each other. It was as if he were filling both her absent-minded mother's shoes and her truly absent father's too.
She squinted her eyes hard wishing that things would turn out as planned tomorrow.
After she had her enough rest, she cleaned around the house, and soon, the fashion team was on time on getting her prepped. Through the peak of the windows where her top bathroom was where her mother was quietly arranging her hair with Effie watching and complimenting Katniss's locks, she caught a glance of Haymitch stretching about in the hallways of his home, a small smile crossed her mouth when he shagged his bed hair and drank some orange juice.
Thankfully and much to Katniss's ease, Haymitch volunteered in his admirable fiercely loyal trademark as he stood beside her, her eyes glowed with gratefulness and determination, confident that with him by her side they would win. She jumped when he felt his rough fingertips make contact with his skin as he held her hand tightly and in unison, they did the salute. Much to his surprise, she gripped his hand tightly with spirit.
Everything had passed like the rapid water waves that were before the platform she stood on.
Once the canon shot, she dove into the water only focusing on the sound of her feet pounding -- one-two-three, one-two-three -- until she felt a strong hand grab her from her forearm at the Cornucopia, pulling her out of the water, her eyes passionately met Haymitch's and thanked him for the bow and arrows as she quickly strapped it around her and tapped him on his shoulder as she shouted instructions for them to get across shore.
"Haymitch, we need to get out of the Cornucopia, everyone's coming at us like sharks, come on!" she shouted as she carefully and with balance ran across the stone steps to the shore.
