— HAYMITCH

(  the young woman looked at the blonde in front of her  ,  sadness filling her eyes  .  she had not expected to see a victor in this condition  .  on television they were always smiling  ,  happy to have won the games  .  haymitch was far from it  .  )  of course i wouldn’t hurt you  !  you’re a victor now  ,  i’d be silly to even put a finger on you  .  (  she let out a small giggle  .  )  oh  —  i am  ?  well  .  .  .  i suppose that’s a good thing  .  we trust each other then  .  (  she watched him for a moment  ,  choosing her next words carefully after his  .  )  i would love to stay with you  .  it looks like you need someone to stay with you  .  you seem  .  .  .  tired  .  (  as she spoke she walked closer to him  ,  a smile appeared on her face as she patted a seat that was situated near them  .  )  come sit  .  we can talk before they come get you for your interview  .
            
            /  my poor baby  :(((  i want to give him a hug 

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            the boy shifted awkwardly, hand moving to the back of his neck as he glanced at effie. “i know you are not going to hurt me,” he said, voice quiet but steady. “you are… one of the only people i trust right now.”
            
            haymitch let out a quiet, tired breath from where he leaned against the wall that was behind him as he felt so much weight on him now after surviving the hunger games. "you are welcome to stay." he said going to try and make eye contact with effie.
            
            / my heart :(

(  a frown appeared on effie’s face as he began to laugh  .  of course he would find this funny  .  )  well  ,  i’m glad my distress seems to be humouring you  !  and yes  ,  i  /  hate  /  this jumpsuit  .  it’s boring  ,  ugly and it itches  .  they confiscated everything i brought with me  .  (  .  .  .  )  you don’t seem to be having a hard time  .  how are you surviving this hellhole  ?  (  a hint of annoyance could be heard in her voice as she spoke  ,  her gaze sharp as she looked at the man in front of her  .  she let out a little hum  ,  looking around to make sure that nobody was listening  .  )  i do not care if she’s helping end all this  ,  i do not trust her  ,  haymitch  .  why has it taken her so long to join the  .  .  .  cause  ?  she’s working katniss to the bone  ,  she doesn’t even seem to care that the poor girl is suffering  .

@twelvescort 
            
            haymitch let out a genuine laugh, rough around the edges as he glanced at the former district 12 escort. “what, no not liking the jumpsuit look, missing your outfits from the capitol ?” he said, a crooked smirk tugging at his mouth as he shook his head. the humour faded a little, his gaze sharpening as he caught her meaning.
            
            “coin, huh…” he muttered, quieter now. “yeah. i do not know how i feel about her either.” he exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “but it is not about liking her, effie. it’s about ending this.” a small pause. “we do what we have to.”
            
            / ooh

@twelvescort 
            
            / I LOVE U

/  YAYYYY

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            / BACK BESTIE 

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