sapphire martini [justice&violet]

oh, my mind's getting violent
it only multiplies in the silence
give you a fist full of violets and
watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelids

”What is the Capitol like?”

Little had Violet known, there had been no need to ask such a question. Destiny would have her starry eyes look upon the Capitol’s luxurious skyscrapers in person, and for all of the wrong reasons. Although she was impressed by her older sister’s stardom, she hadn’t wanted any taste of it herself. Their family name was enough to garner the attention of many welcome faces, especially attractive ones. Salazar slipped from the tongue elegantly, and people spoke of them with envy. Wealth aside, she didn’t feel envied anymore.

Death was all she could think about now. The finite truths of life; you might not be as lucky as Jacinta, she was stronger than you.

It was a shame because she wanted to enjoy the Capitol. It was more spectacular than it appeared on television – brighter colors, louder voices, and beautiful stylists. It was an odd feeling to hear crowds cheering, wondering whether it was because they wanted to create her demise or prevent it. Or was it simply because she was the pretty beloved sister of their newest victor? She didn’t know. The stylists never stopped complimenting her, insisting that the crowds were dying for her. Violet wanted to believe that was true, but she couldn’t be a national treasure; she was not yet immortal.

Her appetite faltered at the thought. She had wandered into the dining hall in hopes of finding a snack, but she no longer felt hungry. The bar caught her attention instead, a body pouring drinks behind it. A martini sounded perfect right about now.

She gasped when she realized who was behind the counter. The words ”Did you actually meet Justice Fray?” echoed in her mind. Jacinta had indeed met Justice, and said he was nice but rather strange. Whatever that meant.

Violet maintained her composure. ”I’ll have both,” she said, sitting on one of the stools, ”A martini.”

She noted the time of day and the vacancy of the dining hall. ”This doesn’t count as stealing, right?” She smiled, a clear indicator that she wouldn’t care either way.

i've been running from the moon
since i got burnt by the sun
your face is brand new
but your smile is gone