#fallenstcr

devon usually attended every event she was invited to, if she knew the guest list was good. then she had something to write about. and it was for charity, which was a good cause after all. so everyone dressed to the nines and mingled about. amongst all the celebrities she had previously written about, she had a lot of friends. many people liked her honesty and blunt ways to write. but not ... everyone. devon kept her eyes open as she moved through the room with her long black dress moving with her. feet took her to the bar, and there he was. one she had been writing about for years and especially lately since he decided to really live out the rockstar life. " a glass of red, thank you. " // @fallenstcr

                   ❝    blindly    forgiving    you    isn't    how    this    is    going    to    work   ,    anymore   .    you    want    things    to    be    okay    with    us    ?    prove    it   .    ❞

"y'know, i don't really feel like i need an escort for collecting firewood. so if you're gonna be useless you can just head back and help with something else." zora knew her words were harsh, but she felt each and every one as she reached for the small axe that hung from her side. not very practical, but she'd been given a number of items when they'd set on their journey out of vale, things she wouldn't dare presume to think she'd need. it seemed as far as their party went she was going to get paired with saoirse every time there was something for them to do and it was already starting to get on her nerves.

giggly laughter comes to a sudden halt — bare frame , now covered by sheet , tenses as she swears there was a noise outside — one strongly resembling an unexpected knock . ' did you hear that ? ' voice is rather panicked as gaze shifts from dallas to the entrance of the tour bus . there it was again , this time leaving no doubt left in her mind . ' dallas ! ' she exclaims , though voice is now significantly quieter . she's jumping from bed , fumbling as she attempts to hurriedly return clothes to her body . ' what happened to having the tour bus to ourselves ? ' anger still very much present despite hushed volume . collecting his scattered clothes , she throws them at him with a force reminiscent of current frustration . ' what are you doing ? get rid of them ! ' @fallenstcr

as  the  son  of  the  most  important  person  in  panem,  julius  was  used  to  people  not  showing  him  their  real  faces  —  for  as  far  as  real  faces  were  even  a  thing  in  the  capitol.  rarely  did  he  meet  anyone  who  wasn't  actively  trying  to  get  or  stay  on  his  good  side  and  it  was  annoying  most  of  the  time.  it  caused  the  dark-haired  male  to  push  people's  buttons  to  see  just  how  far  he  could  go  until  they  finally  broke  the  facade.  it  rarely  happened  which  proved  just  how  impactful  his  last  name  was.  there  was  one  person,  however,  who  he  had  never  needed  to  try  for.  they  seemed  to  hate  him  by  default  and  were  possibly  the  only  person  in  this  country  to  dare  show  it.  idiotic,  if  it  wasn't  so  incredibly  fascinating  to  him.  "if  it  isn't  my  favourite  capitol  citizen."  julius  greeted  them  with  a  smile.  he  was  out  for  a  late  brunch.  the  restaurant  he  had  picked  was  the  one  with  the  most  breathtaking  view  out  of  all  of  them,  but  with  the  headache  from  his  hangover,  he  regretted  his  choice  having  to  bear  the  bright  light.  "what  a  great  opportunity  to  have  a  meal  together.  just  the  two  of  us."

" you told me you loved me , so why did you go away ? " she questioned , scared to hear the answer .

she’d  spent  her  first  days  on  land  observing.    getting  used  to  her  new  legs  and  listening  to  the  humans  native  tongue.    merfolk,    much  like  chameleons,    are  able  to  adapt  to  their  surroundings  at  a  rapid  rate.    learning  things  that  will  keep  them  alive  and  non-threatening.    legs  were  the  first  of  her  transformation,    and  then  the  ability  to  speak,    listening  to  the  beach-goers  and  catching  onto  their  language  quickly.    she’d  also  learned  that  her  body  could  only  go  without  saltwater  for  a  limited  amount  of  time.    from  sunrise  to  sunset  was  what  she  had  decided,    not  wanting  to  push  herself  as  far  as  she  had  the  first  night.    today,    she  was  venturing,    stealing  a  beach  towel  and  wrapping  it  around  her  body  as  she  marched  towards  the  pier.    excitement  filled  her  veins,    scents  and  sounds,    many  things  she  didn’t  yet  have  a  name  for  came  into  view.    soon,    she  found  herself  inside  a  souvenir  store.    eyes  scanning  the  oddities  as  a  box  with  humans  inside  spoke  above  her.    august  23rd,    2023    one  of  the  tiny  humans  announced,    giving  the  weather  forecast  for  the  day.    august.  the  word  stuck  with  her,    perhaps  it  will  be  important  later.    ❛  hey!    no  shoes,    no  service!  ❜    an  angry  man  shook  his  finger  at  her  before  pointing  to  the  door.    she  stumbled  back  out  into  the  sunlight,    dizzying  was  the  human  world.    she  gasped  as  she  bumped  into  one  -    hopefully  not  another  angry  one.    ❛  h-hello!    do  you…    know  where  i  could  find  some  shoes?  ❜

“ c'mon , babe . she doesn't hold a candle to you . ”