back when we were young and wild and free
rating: g
characters: haymitch and his gurlfran
a/n: written for century_fox for the short and sweet ficathon, prompt was the summer before haymitch was reaped.
summary: once, he remembers, there's a time when it was perfect
The grass is cool on his back, the sun shining bright and warm on the field he’s laying down in.
There’s a breeze in the air that replaces the smell of coal with the a crisp mountain smell that makes him forget where he is for the time being. His hair falls haphazardly around his head. He’s content with watching the clouds float by, picking out the different shapes they make.
It’s as close to perfect as he can get. If time passes by, he’s not aware of it.
He’s trying to decide if the current cluster of clouds makes a dinosaur or a pirate ship when he hears the familiar song echoing amongst the mockingjays that are perched around him.
A smile breaks out across his face, his eyes lighting up when it fills his ears because his perfect day has just gotten better. He hums along to the simple tune, one he knows by heart, until her face hovers over his. She doesn’t say anything at first, just gives him a look that she’s done a thousand times before.
It’s supposed to be stern though it never takes too long before she cracks. He gives her dress a tug once, twice, before she gives in with a sigh of longsuffering and sits down.
She comes out here to reprimand him for hiding away out past the electric fence and not helping his mother do chores this afternoon but when he shifts to pillow his head on her lap, she allows it. It’s a small victory that he doesn’t push. As bad as he is at telling her no, she’s nearly just as bad when it comes to humoring him.
Her fingers run through his hair in a silent rhythm while he fiddles with the fingers in her free hand like he’s fascinated with them. They do nothing except enjoy each other’s company because there’s no telling how much time they have left to do this. Right now, he’s taking everything he can from this moment before it can get taken away from him.
There’s a million different things he could be doing right now instead of this but he can’t find a good enough reason to do any of them because the sun is shining and the temperature is just right and he has his favorite person with him right now.
And besides, he has all the time in world.
(but that was yesterday)
characters: haymitch and his gurlfran
a/n: written for century_fox for the short and sweet ficathon, prompt was the summer before haymitch was reaped.
summary: once, he remembers, there's a time when it was perfect
The grass is cool on his back, the sun shining bright and warm on the field he’s laying down in.
There’s a breeze in the air that replaces the smell of coal with the a crisp mountain smell that makes him forget where he is for the time being. His hair falls haphazardly around his head. He’s content with watching the clouds float by, picking out the different shapes they make.
It’s as close to perfect as he can get. If time passes by, he’s not aware of it.
He’s trying to decide if the current cluster of clouds makes a dinosaur or a pirate ship when he hears the familiar song echoing amongst the mockingjays that are perched around him.
A smile breaks out across his face, his eyes lighting up when it fills his ears because his perfect day has just gotten better. He hums along to the simple tune, one he knows by heart, until her face hovers over his. She doesn’t say anything at first, just gives him a look that she’s done a thousand times before.
It’s supposed to be stern though it never takes too long before she cracks. He gives her dress a tug once, twice, before she gives in with a sigh of longsuffering and sits down.
She comes out here to reprimand him for hiding away out past the electric fence and not helping his mother do chores this afternoon but when he shifts to pillow his head on her lap, she allows it. It’s a small victory that he doesn’t push. As bad as he is at telling her no, she’s nearly just as bad when it comes to humoring him.
Her fingers run through his hair in a silent rhythm while he fiddles with the fingers in her free hand like he’s fascinated with them. They do nothing except enjoy each other’s company because there’s no telling how much time they have left to do this. Right now, he’s taking everything he can from this moment before it can get taken away from him.
There’s a million different things he could be doing right now instead of this but he can’t find a good enough reason to do any of them because the sun is shining and the temperature is just right and he has his favorite person with him right now.
And besides, he has all the time in world.
(but that was yesterday)