Super-short oneshot here, based on my headcanon that the torture Effie's experienced in prison has rendered her completely silent.
EFT x
He'd always dreamed of a silent Effie Trinket.
The idea of an end to the constant chatter emanating from that woman had seemed like bliss.
But the reality of it was an entirely different scenario to the fantasy.
When he'd asked her to come to 12 with him after the fall of the Capitol, his question was met with a simple nod.
Every single question he asks is given the same silent response.
A nod or shake of the head, a look which gives him his answer.
He refuses to count the screams he hears at night as communication.
Even though they tell him more than simple words ever could.
He often reflects on his dream of silence.
If he'd known what he knows now, he would have counted that dream amongst his nightmares.
It's been seven fucking years and she still hasn't said a word.