⚜ flavia antonia // capitol // fin ⚜

⚜ flavia antonia // capitol // fin ⚜ Jul 21, 2016 5:40:36 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 5:40:36 GMT -5

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]FLAVIA ANTONIA

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]C A P I T O L

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]T W E N T Y - T H R E E

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[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]A P P E A R A N C E

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]♛ ♛ ♛

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]It’s strange really. When you handle something delicate, something of beauty, you do so with faint breath and a soft touch. Diamonds shatter steel and glass alike but you never walk so gently as when they cover your soles.

But exceptions can always be made. Especially for her.

A porcelain figure treated like a rag doll.

Her skin, free from the slightest flaw, glows like sun illuminating over-polished marble. A piece of art from another time, another place, graffitied every night to suit the tastes of the buyer. For one her mahogany eyes are outlined in black; hard and staring like stones. For the next they glow with an innocent and compassionate warmth like molten gold trickling into a bank fund.

She watches herself passing in the glass screenings of apartments on the street and notes how her extensions swish with every step. Somewhere beneath the rainbow wisps, distressed obsidian strands held everything in place. That and enough hairspray to asphyxiate a regiment of Peacekeepers.

The usual.

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]P E R S O N A L I T Y

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]♛ ♛ ♛

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]Which personality?

Each façade fits the actress like a glove.

i. The walking masterpiece hands on the tycoon’s shoulder like a duchess would wear an expensive fur. To him, she is empty. He names her, dresses her and leads her expecting a beautiful silence. Money rarely talks, and when it does it whispers “Yes, sir.”.

ii. A goddess of some deadly vice stands by the bar lit by angry red neon. Possessive, the thunderous crackle in her voice convinces him to obey. The siren’s song called over the purr of sexual tension. “Bad boy...” she would hiss as they fell into the shadow of the bedroom.

iii. Nothing. With clients she fades into a state of emptiness in synchronisation with her bank account. Whatever she was before had been lost in the void of the past. She did not own herself. She was not in control. The sole way to escape the lonely blankness was to step into somebody else; someone who could fulfil the wishes of pleasure that she could not.

Like a glove she masked the truth.

The flaws were hidden.

She was a lie.

Or nothing.

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]H I S T O R Y

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]♛ ♛ ♛

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]Family counts for nothing without loyalty.

Without love.

Valentina Antonia was no mother. She didn’t want to be so she didn’t care. “Look at you skin, Flavia, you disgusting little devil.” Her daughter was no less beautiful than any of the neighbour’s children but beauty alone was not enough. She wanted only to add what was missing; misery.

After all, what is art without pain?

At four, her skin was purified. Then at seven, the hue of her irises were surgically enhanced. No cost was too large for an elegant, suffering child.

Magnus tried hopelessly to love his wife for fifteen years. Then, however, after he was violently threatened by the drunken woman he knew the battle had been lost. He and his daughter left with what little money he had saved. For Capitol standards their new apartment was small, but it was their own, to live to safety.

The last they heard was that Valentina had lost everything in the Apollo Assembly Casino.

Even in an immune world, Magnus was prone to illness. Flavia, not wanting to waste her years of pain, became an escort. She was high class, desirable and sex was off the cards.

Business changes.

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]O T H E R

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]♛ ♛ ♛

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]⚜ female

⚜ bisexual (but out of love)

⚜ escort (slaving to pay for healthcare)

⚜ quiet & traumatised (but an expert in faking it)

format taken from a public template by chelsey // credit to her