"Haymitch what are you doing?" Effie questioned, attempting to wrap the shower curtain around her.
"Need a hair cut sweetheart" Haymitch sighed, picking up the shaver.
"Well can you at least wait until I’ve finished washing my hair!” Effie cried “You can do that in the kitchen sink”
"Alreadddy started" Haymitch murmured as locks of hair began to fall into the basin. Looking to him, Effie’s jaw dropped.
"OH MY GOD HAYMITCH, you’ve used the wrong part! You’re going to be bald! Use the other part, quick!" Effie squealed as the razor cut too close to his skin. Haymitch tutted.
"Whatever sweetheart go back to your shampoos or whatever you’re doing in there, I’ve already cut off too much” Haymitch sighed as the shaver buzzed along his scalp.
"Honestly next time you want your hair cut, let me do it for you!" Effie huffed, turning the water back on.
"Sure thing sweetheart" Haymitch grumbled.
As the noise from his haircut increased, Effie sneaked a look in the bathroom mirror. Haymitch was bald as anything and yet this just made him look adorable to her. She had no idea how he was going to walk around in public like that, but then again she didn’t really care. Imagining what Katniss would say, Effie began to giggle.
Hearing her growing laughter from the shower, Haymitch gave a small smile. Well, at least this was amusing to someone.
Project:Protecting Sherlock Holmes at all costs.
In Between the Lines (an excerpt from an unfinished oneshot)
((Basically I started writing this some time last year where Haymitch has to get some teeth pulled and Effie has to care for him in the process. Deals with a very loopy Haymitch who perhaps Maybe if enough people are interested, I’ll find my muse to write again.))
At first, she thought nothing of it. From the many years she had worked with Haymitch Abernathy, there hadn’t been an unpleasant face the drunkard’s features had not contorted into. So when breakfast came that morning and the mentor seemed to grimace as he picked at his bacon like an animal, she merely ignored it. After all, she was in no mood to deal with his sarcasm upon her simply inquiring about this habit of his.
Hours passed. Morning became noon and with its arrival came lunch. Still unpleasantly full from her breakfast, Effie found herself paying more attention to the dining room’s occupants rather than its offerings. To her two tributes that took to eating their soup in large, mannerless spoonfuls, orange liquid splashing across their cleanly pressed shirts in almost a crudely artistic way. To the stylists whom seemed far more interested in each other’s latest designs than in the salad set before them. And finally, to Haymitch, who once again was picking at his food, seemingly favoring to break it into nearly microscopic pieces before swallowing whole. Against what she knew was her better judgement, she politely cleared her throat and looked more intently into his general direction.
The man did not look up from his plate at her calling. But, from the slight furrowing of his brow as he continued to chip away at the crisp vegetables in front of him, Effie knew he had heard her. Her lips pursed slightly in annoyance, slightly offended by his lack of response. Nevertheless, the lady she was, she forced a small smile and cleared her throat again, this time louder.
This time he looked up, his gray eyes rolling in response as something inaudible slipped from his mouth. “What?”
She gave a curt nod towards his plate. “Is there a problem with your food?”
His eyes fell away from her once again. “I tend to shy away from vegetables that are such a bright color, I could probably use them as a lantern in a dark room,” he mumbled, spearing at a slice of cucumber with an expression of unamusement. “But if you’re looking for your next wig shade, Princess, I think this’d be just that right level of ridiculousness for you.”
‘How Mycroft Lost His Weight…’
I haven’t really been on tumblr lately. I’ve just been going through some tough times, but I saw this picture on my facebook newsfeed and thought that this would be something Effie would find when cleaning up the attic of her’s and Haymitch’s house. And she’d think it was so adorable and Haymitch would be so annoyed that he didn’t destroy it when he had the chance. I don’t know, I’m struggling to formulate a good story to go with this.
Just something for a friend.
It’s raining x-men (transparently)