zilya yáo✲ avox ✲ cb

You know what's so hot? Not having a tongue. 

Easy trade for a quick million - she's not like those other Avoxes, she's a designer. Picked from her district by a Capitolite technician in need of a servant, might sound insane to you but she didn't even give it two thoughts. You see, she hated being a districter, she always knew she was born to be where the people mattered. District 4 just wasn't giving, everything smelled like brine and the smell of fish still makes her disgusted. Reminds her of those filthy fishermen, reeking of working class. 

Even other Avoxes bothered her, if you aren't a Capitolite by blood please, don't speak. That's kinda the whole point, she doesn't miss having a tongue anyways - her overseer keeps it in a lockbox on a mantle, she wants to hang it on her bedroom wall. Right between to the taxidermized blessingwelp wings and the replica of Hyacinth Mortuus's face, her room a vision board of her favorite things. Opposite the bed a wall she uses for punching, the holes add to the vibe.

Her overseer loves her, you see? 

She knows it, pines after him with every meal she cooks - if he ever married, she'd kill him. He wants to send her out to space, he says, put her where the stars are and she thinks about how lovely it sounds to suffocate in the void.