@silverostro​​
WHEN: Late Afternoon WHERE: Three
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Silver turned down her request to meet in the stairwell which is why she’s tucked into their room in Three.
It’s the first time she’s actually been inside the accommodations, but it seems fitting enough given what she knows about both the District and the Victor. What doesn’t seem fitting, is the almost sheepish way they’re replying to her intentionally baited questions. Griffin reacted similarly. There must be something in the air.
Half of her understands the hesitance that came from Caesar’s probing questions — they hit a little too close to home — but the other half of her wants to capitalize on their mutual rage. She can feel it in the hallways, hidden behind doors — stalking, waiting, growing. She isn’t faced with that same hunger now as she sits too properly in a chair, with her hands folded in her lap like some sort of proper lady.
Seriously. What the fuck is going on?
She’d scream it in an alternate universe. She’d shake their shoulders. She’d push and shove and demand the gasoline needed to fuel her fire.
Instead, she clears her throat and nods a couple of times to fill the space of what could’ve been. “It was an intense experience,” she offers blandly. “I thought it was bad the first time, but that was nothing in comparison to this. How are you feeling?”
