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Pretty lies/Ugly truths ~ Circe&Adam blitz Apr 5, 2024 5:49:27 GMT -5

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Post by Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie on Apr 5, 2024 5:49:27 GMT -5

The ball season had officially begun. Weekend after weekend, there was an occasion for the rich and somehow relevant families of district four to gather in the same constellations. Each event with a different theme and a different intention but in the end of the day it was just the same…each and every damn one of them. It was about keeping face, smiling at the people you hate the most but still would call your friends.

For Circe Murdock, it was the season of hell. She did not mind the dresses, or the alcohol she was not allowed to touch. It was the dollhouse performance she was forced to put on each year, smiling next to her half sibling when there was not loved lost between her and the most of them. Her father would place his hand on her shoulder for the cameras, smile as if he was proud. She was dying inside feeling the fire on his palm, the tension she felt reminding her she was far from off the hook.

They were always picture perfect in public.

Although there was a smile on her face, her eyes told a different story with her chin held high as she felt nothing but shame. A few people have congratulated her with lies dripping through their teeth on her presentation at the science fair. A mere formality from most, as it was a well-known fact there was nothing to praise about her performance. In order to save she thanked each one of them gracefully, internally screaming with rage no one would be able to begin to comprehend.

Her gown, red as the blood she wishes she could spill trailed along the floor as her father halted her once more. “The Morrisen boy” he whispered into her ear; she already knew what was coming. The only thing worse than her performance would have to be her next task, socializing with the moron that went by the name of Adam Morrisen. Just another relative of another victor, the family’s paths constantly crossing only Circe had been on this journey since birth. Adam would never speak her language, but her father was clear. She would not make the mistake of ignoring his instructions, not even her pride could force her to do something that stupid.

“The waltz is about to begin” She spoke bluntly as she approached her target. “Get that nasty drink out of your hand, we need to dance” no matter how much she tried, there was not a hint of amusement in her voice.

The violins took their place, a metaphorical dance would soon begin.

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2024 16:29:50 GMT -5 by Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie

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Pretty lies/Ugly truths ~ Circe&Adam blitz Apr 6, 2024 4:53:47 GMT -5

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Post by ines izar d11a 🖤 cait on Apr 6, 2024 4:53:47 GMT -5

Dunno why I keep getting forced to rock up to these things.

Like, you’d think getting trash-faced in front of Mr Guest-Of-Honour Geiger Telemachus at last year’s Post-Games High Tea would be enough embarrassment for you to be grounded from public appearances for the rest of your life, but nooooo!! The cramped shoes and suffocating tie around my neck are confirmation enough that I’m the easiest book in the library to read – that being perpetually forced to turn up to event after event after event like this will be the worst kind of punishment imaginable.

“No drinking tonight, Adam.”

Hah! Like that’s ever stopped a Morrisen!! If I’m going to be forced to suffer through the itchiness of a brand-new suit, I may as well do it with liquor coursing through my veins, am I right?!

What can I say: I am my father’s son!

“Get that nasty drink out of your hand, we need to dance.”

“Which one?” I’m holding up both arms to show off my double-parkedness, a teasing grin stretched across my face as I spin around to the deadpanned voice of –

Oh. Damn. That sucks.

There’s no humour in Circe Murdock’s face as she regards me, and it honestly scares me a little how similar she looks to my mother. The crimson of her dress against the porcelain of her skin is a dramatic sight to behold, sure – even I can appreciate that she looks gorgeous tonight. It might even be enough to make me do something stupid like compliment her out loud, if I wasn’t so terrified of her.

Or pissed off at the entire situation in general.

“You know, I’m getting really tired of everyone around here telling me what to do…”

But then I catch my mother’s stern glare out of the corner of my eye and realise I’m trapped. Not to mention, Circe Murdock was not the kind of girl to take no for an answer.

Muscle memory takes over; I’m tipping back the flute of champagne in my left hand and chasing it down with the gin in my right in eight seconds flat. A stuffy waiter passes by with an empty tray, and I hurriedly stack the glasses on the metal platter before heaving the longest, deepest sigh of my life and turning back to the latest inconvenience of the night.

“Let’s get this over with, then.” The most boring symphony known to mankind starts up, and I reach out to take her into a stiff hold, only grimacing slightly at the realisation that I’m skin-to-skin with a girl who’d no doubt eat me alive. It takes every last ounce of my concentration to ensure I don’t step on the train of her dress and make myself an enemy for life.

“So… fought any old guys lately?”

That is, provided my big mouth doesn’t do it for me instead.

Last Edit: Apr 6, 2024 4:55:05 GMT -5 by ines izar d11a 🖤 cait

i always used to be into writing sort of modern abstract
lyricism stuff (that were like) slight vague indications of a feeling.

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Pretty lies/Ugly truths ~ Circe&Adam blitz Apr 6, 2024 7:51:18 GMT -5

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Post by Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie on Apr 6, 2024 7:51:18 GMT -5

Circe knew she could charm him if she wanted. There was doubt she could turn her voice into honey, something comforting and soothing. She wondered if that was her father’s game, trying to prove how her mother poisoned her for it was not enough that she wore the same face as Adriana. Was he getting weary, believing she was weak, having to resort to the same backstabbing measures as her mother. Pretend to be someone’s friend, playing the part of someone they think they could trust, someone who cared. When their guard had dropped and they were most vulnerable, rob them blind of everything they had.

Not that Adam had much she would rob him of, she doubted the boy had even all that much dignity for her to claim. Was this her punishment? No longer trusted around people of importance, her place must be amongst the low lives. A fate she refused to accept, silently hoping her obedience could convince her father she would be worth a second shot, not to be dismissed so easily.

Perhaps if he would have been stupid enough to fall for her charm, his mother would have put an end to it before she could have gotten far. That would have been her price to pay, cowards never got far in life. Circe had caught his mother’s eyes watching him in a similar manner of her father’s. Only difference was that Adam seemed threatened and Circe was determined to impress, her father’s control came not from fear but the girl’s desperate need to be loved.

“Do you honestly think I could care what you want, play nice and dance. Hopefully this will be over for the both of us soon enough” she smiled at him gently draping her arms on his shoulders. Her eyes staring at his throat, the image of her hands around his neck, strangling him on the dance floor burnt bright in her mind. What she would give to prove to everyone here just how deadly she could be.

Of course, he could not just let the dance be just that. Adam had to say something out of line.

For a second she thought she would loose control, a small comment so unspecific yet all too insulting. Intentionally she stepped on his foot with her heal, keeping her face in a gentle smile. The crime hidden by her long trailing dress, but her eyes told a different story. Circe was warning him to watch his words carefully, otherwise the orchestra would just have to change their tune. “I don’t waste my time on old men, not the living ones anyway. Have you ever heard of a breath mint? I’m sure I have one in my purse.”