#gcdeater

it had been a hell of a long time now since diana had relied on priam for much of anything. for years she'd felt alone, pushed aside and sheltered from the reality of her birth. her family wanted great things for her, not only was she a plinth, they had chosen her with the intent of making her perfect.. who would've guessed their friendship would blossom from that shared weight of expectation? at least for a while she might've allowed herself to think that was the case, that they were truly friends and not just bound by paperwork and a name. she'd certainly not been so close to his brother. maybe it was the contrarian spirit, the tendancy to reject what was in store for them, or perhaps the failure to live up to it. maybe for a moment she thought she wasn't alone in all this mess. but priam had chosen his path and she was teetering on the edge of hers nervously and unequipped, right back to feeling like that lost little girl. "you two are just adorable, aren't you?" the alcohol had a fifty-fifty chance of loosening her tongue or keeping her silent, but tonight she'd live up to one family member at least. seeing his life so seemingly perfect made her question every choice she ever made, "truly, how do you do it? i'd love to know."