duke nixton {district three} CBD #2
Dec 30, 2019 1:53:53 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Dec 30, 2019 1:53:53 GMT -5
Duke Nixton
16 years old
Male
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Nephew of Prism Nixton of the 69th Hunger Games
16 years old
Male
<>
Nephew of Prism Nixton of the 69th Hunger Games
She's at the chair again, the window her facade of transcendence. Even this far on the outskirts of the district, his memory compels her to disdain. You know to pour her a spot of tea and tenderly press your lips to her forehead. Your Mama usually strong is made a mere infant on days when Prism comes calling from the cemetery. The only other thing to do before Papa returns from the family factory is to sit behind the piano she scored through streets to find you. As your fingers melodically dance over the ivory keys, you gift to her the sound of the only true sign of your family's wealth.
A summer's song fills the room with a light she searches for within her brother's death. You never knew your Uncle, but you've heard stories and seen his death a thousand times on television screens. A part of you knows how different you are from him, delicate and riddled by regulation. However, even you, a mere after image of his own lifetime, feel pain in each time his blood turns the snow to scarlet.
The song concludes on an upward trending tone, despite prison of Prism, some light must still escape somehow.
A summer's song fills the room with a light she searches for within her brother's death. You never knew your Uncle, but you've heard stories and seen his death a thousand times on television screens. A part of you knows how different you are from him, delicate and riddled by regulation. However, even you, a mere after image of his own lifetime, feel pain in each time his blood turns the snow to scarlet.
The song concludes on an upward trending tone, despite prison of Prism, some light must still escape somehow.
