Disclaimer: Hah. I'm not creative enough for a series like this.
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"We'd live longer with two of us."
They're the words that run through Haymitch's mind. They're the syllables that roll in time to the beat of his heart and each breath that he takes. They're the buzzing that tells him he hasn't had enough to drink. They're the sort of sick irony that roils in his gut.
When Maysilee saved his life during the Games, she had intended their alliance to help them both.
"Guess you just proved that."
He remembers that he was right on only one count, and this is when he tips the bottle to his lips.
A/N: A request from the lovely Persephone's flower. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope I did your fave pairing some justice. ;)
This was my first time writing Haymitch/Maysilee, and, I have to say, I loved it. This was a drabble that I wished I could write more than one hundred words for. Maybe a multi-chap will be in the works for this pairing…? I really want to explore them. :D
Review if you have the time, please. I appreciate it more than you know. :)