spun by gold — prior. & josiah.
Feb 18, 2019 11:46:02 GMT -5
Post by gunner, d9 ₊⊹ 👹 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Feb 18, 2019 11:46:02 GMT -5
Prior
I waited for him by the veranda. The moon smiled even though it was captured and cannot escape from the firmament below, and the city lights appeared innocent despite the venom underneath. I waited for him, cladded from head to toe in a gradient of periwinkle, despite him being the mysterious creature he was beneath the sun-burnt skin and the witching charms.
It would be a leisured wait if I wasn't so anxious. After mere seconds of entrancing his chambers, avoxes swarmed in with plates and plates and trays and platters of foods – all savory, warm, golden – and soft furred robes that tempted me from the table even now.
Any sort of wish I had was fulfilled to the brims. Woefully, I wished it could be the same for the tributes residing floors below, that their wishes for escape could be granted and that they could be freed back to the wilderness like caged doves.
But, that did not sell. Massacres and rivalries sold.
Sighing, shoulders leaned forward – closer to the skyline crackling with man-made electricity. Bright lights fenced the capitol and between the laid a world that was difficult even for its citizens to recognize sometimes.
Boredom crept up after a few seconds, along with a pinch of agitation. He sent the lavish invitation. He arranged the cuisines. He covered the room in flowers. but, I haven't seen the actual him since a few weeks ago.
Exasperated, footsteps ushered themselves back to living room where they begun to pace in circles. Hands knotted into fists. Eyes wandered around the chambers, continuously, at the mechanic clock hands. Patience wore thin. Between all of that, the door creaked open. Josiah strode in, indolent, reserved, and nowhere near apologetic.
“I was just about to leave.” I confessed, eyes narrowing with blissful annoyance at the other.
It would be a leisured wait if I wasn't so anxious. After mere seconds of entrancing his chambers, avoxes swarmed in with plates and plates and trays and platters of foods – all savory, warm, golden – and soft furred robes that tempted me from the table even now.
Any sort of wish I had was fulfilled to the brims. Woefully, I wished it could be the same for the tributes residing floors below, that their wishes for escape could be granted and that they could be freed back to the wilderness like caged doves.
But, that did not sell. Massacres and rivalries sold.
Sighing, shoulders leaned forward – closer to the skyline crackling with man-made electricity. Bright lights fenced the capitol and between the laid a world that was difficult even for its citizens to recognize sometimes.
Boredom crept up after a few seconds, along with a pinch of agitation. He sent the lavish invitation. He arranged the cuisines. He covered the room in flowers. but, I haven't seen the actual him since a few weeks ago.
Exasperated, footsteps ushered themselves back to living room where they begun to pace in circles. Hands knotted into fists. Eyes wandered around the chambers, continuously, at the mechanic clock hands. Patience wore thin. Between all of that, the door creaked open. Josiah strode in, indolent, reserved, and nowhere near apologetic.
“I was just about to leave.” I confessed, eyes narrowing with blissful annoyance at the other.
