eudora. d2. fin

fox Graphics 1,363 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 25, 2024 12:23:42 GMT -5 but a butt ?	eudora. d2. fin Aug 22, 2015 2:09:24 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by fox on Aug 22, 2015 2:09:24 GMT -5 eudora isakov. seventeen. first born, second best. career. not stardust. she could probably like, idk, kill a man. odair.
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eudora. d2. fin Aug 29, 2015 12:21:27 GMT -5

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E u d o r a.

Some people think she's a story-less stardust machine: made from sparklers and glitter and everything glamourous to look at (from a reasonable distance of course.) An automation, in a sense, churning out girlish giggles and boundless, vapid quirk. (Her mother tells her the best thing she can do in her life is to get married.)

She can be a pretty pirate princess. A manic pixie dream girl, a concept to play with, a transition stage, a dispensable phase — an adventure of admit one tickets, good for cheap thrills and magical kisses in a night of fancy fantasy. She can be a keeper, turn herself into a marriage made of fun parties and no weight. And people look at the sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks, the gentle slope of her nose, the way she knows how to blink down and look up from underneath her eyelashes — and they've got the sense that her head's all cotton candy clouds.

Wearing gaudy plastics and electric angel wings, she's got a heart of chainmail on steady lock down. Her mother raised her to be untouchable, the white-hot lick of a flame tamed under shimmering sunshine, shining armor. A disciplined pretense. A false fool. A lady. Her father didn't think about her much at all — never mind sparing enough brain cells to teach her anything in the last seventeen years. After all, she hadn't been born with a fucking dick like he'd wanted.

Right from the start, she was replaceable: a celestial creature with an inherent uselessness in his eyes. Here just to be the shadow of her brother's worth. A hollowed out abstraction of a person. Perfectly insubstantial. She was never going to be anything important to him as she grew up. ~~Because boobs.~~

But underneath everything glitzy and glass, she is not clay masks and spider silk. Not a stock character from a story book. Not a seamless crystal figurine set delicately on a tabletop to collect dust in the darkness. She is not a sea breeze or constellations in a night sky. She's not the highlight of someone else's life.

She is just a girl, for fuck's sake.

There's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls, and she's honed both in the hours spent throwing knives and punches and fire, prepping for the light of an arena she's not expected to see. It's customary in District Two, and so it's nothing special in itself. But she's got the quiet ruthlessness of a December morning stepping into the training center. Cold, hard, angry — milked from all the fuck you's she's bitten back with an coyish smile, and all the curved marks her fingernails have left on her palms.

She has a mouth that see-saws between hazardous and sweet, between serial seduction and acid sarcasm, between "your mom's a fucking truck!" and "yes please, thank you." She knows how to choose her words carefully, swapping vocab between picking fights on starless nights and attending afternoon tea at day. And there was once a time when she wished to be perfect daughter, and there was once a time when she wished to prove herself. But by now, she's quite alright with doing back-alley target practice, brushing the dirt off her shoulder, and resuming status at innocuous fiction girl.

And they've got it all wrong between Orion and her, trying to dampen down her fire while coaxing out a non-existent flame from her brother. He is soft rain personified, the gentle tap-tap on a window pane in late spring. And no matter how much their father tries to light victory on wet wood, they both know they should've been each other in different lives.

They are a pair made of secrets, of changing faces worn from expectations. They have each other's names in their bones, and maybe that's why they share words in unreadable gestures. She is his sister and he is her brother, and they are not the limits they were made to be alone together. They are both myths made from matter, and only they can understand that best.

Hands over eyes, finger guns pointed at each other — they've got enough trust to know when to shoot. She watches her mother wither, her father burn. (Bleeding seams, altered words, things they can't say out loud.) And when her brother caves, she's holding the promise to kill him quick.

No, she isn't here to save anybody.

She's seventeen now, and her mother tells her that the best thing she could do at this point is fall in love. Change floral prints into white lace, straight hair to pinup curls — getting ready for a suitor to cart her off into the sunset, because that's all she seems to be good for in this household. But maybe it's not out of spite her mother says this, but from three parts understanding and a quarter of sensible hope.

They are a family of all dead ends. (bang bang, blue guns. Nothing or nothing all the way.) There's no freedom found in pills, in love affairs, in bottles, and bruises. There's no escape from a life made of little boxes. But everyone's good at playing their part. And the maybe the surest thing to do, is to play it perfect.

Maybe.

Last Edit: Sept 2, 2015 19:20:18 GMT -5 by fox

fox Graphics 1,363 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 25, 2024 12:23:42 GMT -5 but a butt ?	eudora. d2. fin Sept 2, 2015 19:19:27 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by fox on Sept 2, 2015 19:19:27 GMT -5 disorganized but done!

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