#diose

Letters have always been quite the struggle for Aven to get through, but this particular one was hard to read for a variety of reasons.  After all, it wasn’t everyday that an avox directly walks up towards you—delivering a heartfelt, handwritten message from someone who had only ever spread half truths about you.

The words are all she can think about, as the red numbers overhead count down: 5, 4, 3, 2.  They are several years too late, but even so, they are the words that she has always wished to hear.  And yet now that she has it in her hands, she doesn’t quite know what to do; instead of the closure she longs for, what she feels is curiosity.  Why?  Why now?

So here Aven stands, before a door that yet another avox has guided her towards.  She knows it’s late, but she just can’t go another night without doing anything.  In one fist is the letter, crumpled; the other one lifts to knock once.  “Hello?”  An awkward clearing of the throat.  “Diose, it’s me.  I got your letter.”

𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐘

Age: 35

Gender: Cis Woman | she/her

District: Capitol

Job: Tribute Stylist

FC: Nathalie Kelly

𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

Someone once described you as “cool as a cucumber”, and you thought it was strange. Sure, you have stunning beauty, and have the kind of charm that people would kill for, but you’ve never understood how any cucumber could be compared to yourself. 

Your parents were prominent Capitol socialites. It was only natural you followed in those footsteps. You had the kind of fame that brought you to a status almost as high as the Victors, it was only natural you started working as a Stylist from a young age. Your parents attention to fashion, it was natural. You’ve been doing this for over twenty years. A child prodigy in fashion. Your outfits being on covers. You’re beautiful, talents, charming, intelligent, people want to kill you. They’ve tried. You’re not stupid. You knows there’s darkness behind the curtain. You’re the kind to stand back, and silently assess. You’ve been doing it for twenty years. You’re just not sure what to do about it yet.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

SLATE HARDCREEK: The two of you are beyond “friendships”. However, you’re two extremely intelligent individuals, and for many years, you’ve always enjoyed one another’s company, as well as opinion. It’s why you’re such a dynamic duo for victor and stylist work partners. You trust Slate’s opinion, and you have a pretty good belief that they feel the same. But you’re also not afraid to tell Slate when they’ve gone too far. You two are confidants through and through, both inside of working for the Games and out.

VIRGO VALEY: You feel somewhat responsible for Virgo. They’re your sibling, and as plucky and naive as they might be, you do love them. You want to see them grow and become successful. Though maybe that’s in part because you’d like them to take over your legacy. Maybe it’s selfish reasons, but you’re trying to get Virgo to stick around, even if they’re bombing. You’ll help them through it, because you have to.

KAI BURIE: What an odd soul. Whenever you talk to Kai, you wear a smirk on your face, as if there’s a joke that they’re not in on. It’s not that you look down upon Kai, but there’s something so amusing about them, you can’t help but seek them out. They are such an opposite type of glamour to your own. And yes, maybe you do laugh about them behind their back. But in truth, you know they’re completely harmless.

En el olimpo se dió una celebración,  asistieron todos los dioses dentro de ellos nuestros protagonistas, la diosa de la vida,  una mujer hermosa, radiante y repleta de vida, conoce por primera vez al dios de la muerte un hombre fuerte con un aura oscura repleto de tristeza ambos sabiendo que eran tan opuestos entre ellos floreció  un amor con la misma belleza de un amanecer, pasó el tiempo y ese amar que con rapidez floreció se fue marchitando, la diosa de la vida no encontraba en el dios de la muerte al amor de su vida, aquello que una vez la cautivó y decidida parte en busca de un nuevo amor, El dios de la muerte  al enterarse estaba devastado, tan perdido aún más que al inicio, toda esa luz que ésta le había traído se la arrebató en el momento en que se fue .. - Los meses pasaron y el dios de la muerte se acostumbró a su soledad - Una noche más el dios de la muerte conoció a una doncella  llamada la diosa de la Guerra tenían en común una infinidad de intereses con el tiempo su amistad se fortaleció, juntos unieron cada uno de sus trozo y forjando algo de felicidad. -Se hicieron amigos... o más que eso solo ellos pueden definir eso, en mi opinión- Al poco tiempo regresó la diosa de la vida insatisfecha con los amores encontrados añorando ese amor cálido que le ofrecía el dios de la muerte, al enterarse sobre el rumor que se encontraba enamorado una vez más esta cayó en una depresión inmensa, el dios de la muerte se sentía culpable y acudió a consolarla… Una vez más el amor de su vida había vuelto, el dios estaba confundido, no sabía a quién amaba realmente...

-debia tomar una decisión antes de lastimar a sus doncellas -

I want to be faithful I want to be raw I want to be ignorant I want to know it all I want to die someday I want to live long I want what I ask for I get what I want

Lurk -- The Neighbourhood  [lyrics] Diose, apparently.  A very fitting song for them, nonetheless. themoreyoustrex | christopherrose-pa

Fanfic for christopherrose-pa and themoreyoustrex based on some of their RPs that I started reading and became interested in. I ended up listening a song for like hours and writing stuff along to it like I usually do 

Uhhhhhh warnings for a lot of things? Abuse, violence, alluded mpreg, alluded gore and a bunch of other bad things. And definitely nsfw.