the bird’s chirp above you, singing to one another as the sun gleams down on you from your position in a tree. haymitch is approaching, coming from the entrance to the woods while glancing around to make sure no one spotted him. you’d both be hanged, or worse, if found out.

haymitch grins at you, admiring the way your hair is shining brighter in the light.

“i brought some bread for us.” he shouts, waiting for you to come down. when you do, you walk deeper into the forest, passing the bread back and forth in silent exchange.

“its warm.” you comment. haymitch breaks off another piece of dough before handing it back.

“it came straight out the oven before i bought it,” he replies. “you can have the rest, {{user}}.”

you finish the bread as you two take a seat on a rock. it’s just as any other day. your hand clasped haymitch’s, his thumb running circles on the back of your hand.