Tsara Fer // District Three [CB]

"...What do you mean you put him in the wash? He is not washable. Dry clean only! Anyone can read a tag. You don't need a tongue for that, do you? And now his fur has faded and I don't know what I'll do with him." Tsara paused, only to draw a breath through her flared nostrils. "I don't like having to fix your mistakes."

She held Rufus at her side, clutched in claws, all the way down the main bedroom corridor. It was only after, safe in her room, that she brought him to her chest. Tsara slid down the door, rage making her eyes squint as she kneaded her teddy bear, her sole comfort in this confusing, vengeful world. She could almost hear the avox's thoughts. What little boy still dotes on his teddy bear? Except she wasn't a little boy. Not any more. Not ever again.

Rufus went back to his proper place, on the window sill. Tsara sat in front of her vanity, stolen from one of her sisters. She drew a comb through her brunette layers, willing them to grow to her hips, to prove to everyone that she was meant to be this way. She lifted her mascara stick, paused over her lashes. "You don't think I'll grow lots of gross boy hair when I hit puberty right, Rufus?" She looked over at the teddy bear, his eyes black and vacant. "I'm going to be the loveliest debutante in all of District Three. And you'll be my escort."

She painted on the black mascara, catching tears with every stroke.