@towngirlreaped asked: ❛ but why live it again ? ❜
haymitch shuddered as the familiar, frigid chill flitted down his spine. amber liquid sloshed over the side as he shook from maysilee's expectedly unexpected arrival as haymitch chose [ play from the beginning ] on the highlights of the fiftieth games for the THIRD TIME tonight.
"'cuz it's the quarter fucking quell, maysilee, my dear. don't you wanna CELEBRATE?" he spat, gesturing vaguely towards the replay of the capitol highlights of his games, shimmering in front of the capitol-decorated walls of his lonely, cold home in the victor's survivor's village. "i can't WAIT to see what dear ol' coriolanus has in store for everyone this year. seventy-five, huh... better make it A SPECTACLE," he said, bowing his head before draining the remaining liquid from his glass and setting it down on the end table next to him with a deafening THUD.
