hedonist's prayer ❅ dot&hespie

she chopped wood in the morning so she could have her nights free. time was always an illusion to her, another year passing just felt like another day. she was on her own now, told by her parents that she could find a job and somehow take care of herself. maybe it was retribution for dot taking up more resources then they had, or maybe they just didnt want to deal with her insubordination when it came to their rules. it wasnt every day that dot would not follow them, but it did happen often enough on the important days.

she never understood why everything had to be treated like an emergency.

so she left.

they had given her more than enough instruction on how to survive in the real world. the realm of possibilities were limited, but only if dot let them stop her. she learned to lean on her friends, her found sisters. all of them had made it a point to make sure that she was loved and accepted, even more so when she brought her strength to the table. she was one of the only girls in the district that could last longer when chopping wood. she supplied the wood so they could build their own log cabin in the wood. she didnt give a damn if people would say that she couldnt, this was a dog eat dog world, and grasping at things like the way she did separated her from the sheep.

the house became a home of witchy proportions. the forresters had normalized the vibes, and as long as human sacrifice wasnt going on, no one paid too much mind. the moon had always shined just enough for it to always be the witching hour if dot believed hard enough. her sisters had always been more in tune with their natural powers, but dot had been coming into her own. her strength was an asset, but she still had a lot to learn about living for herself.

she had finally taken time out of her day to go out and enjoy the nightlife that she had been used to in district seven. a party at a lumber mill. the perfect setting for a night of frivolity and mischief. she already had a drink in her hand moments after she walked into the party. she heard screams from across the room, and thats when she realized that her sisters were already here. they ran up to her and hugged her, telling dot about their day as they lived it. time passed, and that is when they realized that this party was just beginning.

the bacchanalia was in full force when the entertainment had started. dots eye had been on the stage for a moment until she had realized that there was somewhat always watching her from a far. dot smirked for a moment, her drink nursed poorly as she threw it back and listened to the performer in the middle of the floor. she felt an aura of hesitation but not from the eyes peering through her.

from herself.

she looked at the girl, locked eyes with her and decided to give a head nod to motion that she was in fact, approachable. she turned her back to the table she had been sitting at and leaned back just enough, arms perched out to show that she was open to conversation.

even if it was just for the night.

the sound of the music had started to cut through the thoughts that dot was having. it wasnt like they were coherent enough to actually be formed into ideas. the music was a welcomed intruder though, nestling in her mind as she tried to figure out what was going to come next. she was never good at planning anything out, and even worse at trying to see things through to the end. fight or flight was the name of the game when it came to dot, no matter how confident she was in a situation.

she was always green lit for a gaslight.

so keeping her eyes on the other was the first thing she wanted to focus on. so many people crossed her eyesight, but she did not stop for them. in fact, she moved right past them because none of them actually caught her attention like the other girl did. she probably could have headed to the makeshift bar and ordered a drink in order to provide her some courage, but dot didnt need it. her sisters thought so much more of her because she already had confidence dripping from every nook and cranny of her body.

however, the real question was, did dot know how to tap into it?

"me looking? or youre staring?" she tried to lean into it, because that is what her sisters would have done as well. sure, she did not know how to channel it like she should have, but this was not a competition. this was a battlefield on a war zone that was more fragile then the brittle wood created by termites. "either way, uh, hi? hello?" dot continued at she gave a light smile to the other girl, her confidence waining slightly as she knew she needed to capitalize on the momentum that she had already created.

are you a forrester?

this was not the first time she had been asked that question, and she figured that it would never be the last time. not many people had bleached white hair like dot did. a part of her wondered if she actually was related to the forresters, after all, it would make sense. however, her parents never really talked about their past. in fact, that was probably one of the reasons she decided to move out when she did. her parents always tried to find a way to avoid the topic. dot knew she could have went to the source, but she clearly, didnt want to provoke a sleeping bear.

she knew better than that.

"yknow? i dont actually know." she smirked for a moment, taking a moment take in her surroundings, like she would get in trouble for not knowing something that was never shared with her in the first place. "i might not be able to get crazy like a forrester, but im sure that i can show you a good time." dot exuded more confidence as the situation played out, she could only imagine what it was going to be like when they had a chance to have some privacy. one on one conversations were always better when the setting was intimate after all.

"unless you are looking for a forrester specifically?" dot laughs a little, the music starting to cut into her thoughts again. "did you want to grab a drink?" she gestures to the bar, "or maybe a dance?" she then looked at the dance floor.

both were looking to be slain.