Cowboy Blues (Hawke Reaction Thread)

Post by Cynder Adair, D8b (Shade) on Oct 13, 2024 6:22:47 GMT -5

HAWKE KLEIN

 

98th Hunger games viewing Day One: Blood Bath

Hawke had never envisioned himself in this position, running back and forth from his own farm to Andres’s family farm for hours at a time in the very early hours of the morning . He hadn't even put a saddle on Clementine this morning when he’d rode her to the sheep farm, letting her roam in the field as he helped Andres’s mother with the chores her son usually did. It broke his heart to see the sadness in her eyes, and on more than one occasion he held her hands and silently begged for the safe return of her child, his love. He knew the bloodbath was today, the start of what could possibly be the death of the one man he loved.

He brought Andres’s family as many baked goods and dinners that his mother could pump out. Hawke pushed a basket of bread onto their table and stepped over to give Andres’s mother a small hug “I’m headin’ out to herd the flock Ma’am, i’ll be back soon” He called and headed out to climb back onto Clementine's back. It was like the mare had sensed how broken her rider's heart had been since the reaping, she’d been riding so much smoother lately, as though she were afraid to hurt him.

Hawke finished up every chore that Andres’s family had for him before he bid them goodbye, not before he held the woman's hands tightly for a moment, he knew that the next time he saw them, they could be mourning for Andres. He rode back to his own home, tears pricking his eyes as he pressed the mare to gallop.

It took him some time to get Clementine settled into her stall before he went up to the attic to pull the old tv down, grunting from the effort as he trudged it down into the living room to plug it in, he’d watched everything else with Andres’s family, but he felt as though he needed to watch this part alone. He hadn't planned to watch this year, if Andres hadnt gotten reaped they would have been hiding away with him, whispering about the life they were going to share together. He took a deep breath as he turned the tv on and it flickered to life, showing the start of the broadcast and he almost instantly felt his hands get clammy. ‘Please let him live, please’ He thought, pressing his palms together as though to beg whatever malevolent force had stolen his love out from under him.

Hawke had been so focused on his thoughts that when the siren went off on the television he jumped, his brown eyes instantly snapping to the screen as he watched the tributes leap off of the podiums and into battle. He held his breath, watching the cameras snap to each tribute and suddenly he was watching Andres fight some blonde girl he’d forgotten the name of. A sick, worried feeling pooled in his stomach as he watched the short lived fight, almost screaming in triumph when he watched the man he loved gather up the bag and run.

Andres had survived the bloodbath, he was alive and Hawke was going to watch every second until he was reunited with him.