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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jun 5, 2019 23:14:12 GMT -5

ruby wolfe

seventeen | career

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She knows what she wants: an event, by which she
means a slip of the knife, a dropped wineglass or bomb,
something broken. A sharp thing that will wake her up.

— Margaret Atwood, Good Bones & Simple Murders

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what are men to rocks and mountains?

a haunted house.

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ruby wolfe / d2. ( fin ) Jun 5, 2019 23:33:42 GMT -5

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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jun 5, 2019 23:33:42 GMT -5

i know what it
means to be on fire

and not emit
any l i g h t.

People love a survivors story. Yours, unfortunately, might not be that.

Adoration had been the only thing you'd ever know for there had never been a question about whether or not you were beautiful, never a question about whether or not the world would love you and everything that you brought along with you. You were your parents pride and joy, the daughter of a former career built from diamonds, with a smile sharp and bright enough to match. He hadn't been reaped, but it had been all the better for him, had joined the ranks of his families legacy and turned the diamonds in his mind into a world of wealth at his fingertips. You are born for red lips made to smile through champagne-hazed evenings and over the edge of crystal chalices, the epitome of crimson elegance from the moment you are born.

The problem with pretty, elegant things though is this: beauty is fallible, and your pretty, pearly life would surely rot.

But you can't begin with the end of a story.

Begin with the start.

º º º

Before you could break, you had to be born—except that gods are not so simply brought forth. They are created through sheer willpower, through fire and glory, and your was nothing if not determined to recreate themselves as gods. They hide in the shadows and dominate the spotlight, cloaked in tradition with their chins haughtily pointed towards the sky. They want to own Two, those Wolfes, and they hide their canines behind pearly white smiles, ready and willing to rip out any throat that stands in their way. No one understood how it was that your mother found her way into his bed, a girl from the wrong side of Two, with nothing but ambition at her fingertips. Your father was a boy with perfect lapels and cufflinks that probably cost almost as much as a year's worth of rent in the lower districts, but she did.

Fascinating how a girl with so little can become something the entire world trains their eyes on, can morph herself into something with its own gravitational force – pulling the entire world into her delicate hands. They met three months after she convinces the career academy to take a chance on her, three months after she had emerged from a life she’d always known she didn’t belong to.

The academy loved her, and your father was no different. The moment he met her he was hooked, and he would stay that way for the rest of time, at least until his sweet, hungry daughter would be born, that is.

And born you were, your birth at first hailed as a blessing among your social circle, and none bowed at your feet more honestly than those you called your parents. It was like you were a princess, born to family beloved by the other graduated careers, a darling with milky soft skin and eyes so blue they make you want to just drown. You wrapped people admirers around you like vines on a home and smiles when they kissed your forehead with the same kind of infallible softness of sunlight at dawn.

It was terrifying, the seemingly unending power of your privilege, the extravagant arrogance that came glittering like emeralds and diamonds. Your mouth bled silver and the marrow of your bones turned to ichor long before you would even get the chance to say This isn't what I want.

You never had a chance.

You were from a family of god-builders, of empire-makers, and it didn’t matter that you wanted to be anything else. It didn't matter that you loved to dance, that you would sneak out at sunrise to twirl among the warming rays. You were the daughter of a career, and a career you would be. You were all lithe and long-limbed, your hair a golden and glowing halo to mark you as the blessing, the angel that you needed to be, with sapphire eyes so blue they begged sailors to crash upon the rocks and drown. They train you in the art of war, teach you to bat your lashes and make the world love you, that your beauty and charm would be your greatest weapon. And for all they called you life something like heaven on earth, the soft quiet of heaven had fast grown torturous.

You endure it all the same, with a smile plastered on your face.

You could see the joy it brought to your parents face, after all. Every time you come home from practice, your mother is there to rebraid your hair, run a brush through it and ask about the exercises they put you through today. Your father teaches you how to play with knives, though his own weapon of choice had been a spiked blunt. You're quicker than me, though, he says to you conspiratorially. You could get in fast with your blade and slit their throat before they even blink. You smile like the thought doesn't make your stomach churn.

You are a Wolfe.

For them, you can be strong.

850.

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what are men to rocks and mountains?

a haunted house.

🌱 kaitlin. Graphics 2,683 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 24, 2024 15:20:05 GMT -5 aspiring beam of light	ruby wolfe / d2. ( fin ) Jun 6, 2019 11:33:07 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jun 6, 2019 11:33:07 GMT -5 ripred_bot she's dooooone !
	what are men to rocks and mountains? a haunted house.

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