white lilium {☾} stella&sue blitzish

[attr="class","petitcontentstyle"]

he seemingly endless days and nights spent here were dead, cold, empty. It was a lavish life for those who were raised straight into the Capitol. It was obvious to tell that others were enjoying their time spent here, away from their poverty-filled Districts, away from the troubles back home with nothing else to think of, for the time being. How naive they must be, they'd surely miss home soon, wishing they've never been able to experience the lavish life that leads up to the entrance to their very deaths. And it was imminent, impending, there was no escape this far into it, no one is here to save their sorry asses and no one was here to beg them out of it, hoping that someone would've volunteered in their name. It's too late for that, and for this, I pity them.
[break][break]
Nothing about training appealed to my liking. It had been several minutes- hours- days since entering the boundaries of the Capitol, and we've been sentenced to training for a majority of our time. Time seemed to blend together once again, throwing me off on a loop, and I wasn't capable of handling it. It shifted me uncomfortable, it reminded me of my childhood. My natural reaction was to shut down entirely, and how I wish I could, I simply couldn't here. Not in the training center, they'd view me as weak and vulnerable. The matter of fact that made it worse was my prosthetic arm, and it wasn't something I could help. It didn't take a mind reader or a fortune teller to come to the conclusion that others were already setting their expectations lower than a perfectly normal tribute, one with all their limbs intact.
[break][break]
Placed directly in the center of a garden. I kneel in the center, my knee caps gently hit the ground, and a thud wasn't audible, at least not to me. It was so mesmerizing, all the plants that laid here, in perfect unison, in perfect sets of patches that coordinated with each other. It reminded me of home, of the meadows and gardens that lined each acre of field between the town square and garden shop. It was all owned by my great aunt, and was my getaway, my little place of imperfection, one that I truly didn't mind because perfect is too bland, too boring. The smell that invaded my delicate nostrils sent me into a trance, smogging up the harsh, cruel reality that laid ahead.
[break][break]
"Stella-"
[break][break]
The sound of my name instantly sent me hurdling back to the slick concrete ground, gloomy concrete walls that surrounded me, us with four walls, and a metal door. It was as though ever since I stepped my toes into such a "perfect" world, I'd been flipped upside down entirely. My attention shifts from the flowers, plants and trees that I was surrounded in, diverting towards the stunningly attractive boy from my District. The one with the sheer audacity to point out my prosthetic without difficulty or consideration, and while I know I should be unhappy with him, I couldn't bring myself to. I lift my eye brows in rhythm with each other, to gesture him to finish speaking with what he felt the need to bother me with. In my hand held a white lily, they were always one of my favorite flowers, one that I have held so close to my life.

[attr="class","petitnotes"]