buy me gucci if i ask for it ❁ widow&venus

modeling was not the first thing i thought of going into since i decided to make a living on my own. it was about the same time thread and come and died in the games. sometimes i visit the gabels when i get a chance. i dont try to bring up what they have lost, but i do try to give them some sort of comfort. a friendly face could do wonders, i know that much.

their mother is a completely different person then what they were before. losing stitch changed her a little bit, but losing thread? her life is not even remotely the same, and neither is mine. i dont have time to unpack that, and i dont know if i want too either to be quite honest. its scary, thinking that one day you are alive, and then the next, bam, mutt tendril right in your neck.

ill never forget watching thread struggling to breathe.

the mother has been nothing but sweet to me, introducing me to all of her connections while she still had them. thats how i got my start in the modeling industry in eight. funny enough, it wasnt even called that until recently. something about rebranding what each district was in charge of. the factories were slowly going away, in favor of smaller operations and designers getting all the love.

stitch would have thrived in that atmosphere.

i was on a job, at one of the aforementioned abandoned textile factories. i had told a couple friends about it, because if i was getting booked, i wanted to make sure they got booked as well. i would never leave anyone that i trusted behind after all. sure, i was left behind by stitch and thread, but a part of me knows that couldnt have been helped. it was not like i was going to volunteer with them. i knew that i would be dead meat in the arena, point blank, dead in the bloodbath. though i might have been a tragic loss? after all, my look apparent can evoke emotions like that? or whatever bullshit is fed into my ear for the moment.

they had me dressed up in one of four different outfits for the day, they let me pick two of the four i wanted to wear because i was the first girl to arrive. sure, i knew i was crazy for sacrificing sleep but this wasnt a chance i would get often. i could always sleep when i was dead.

i am talking to one of the crew members about what the shoot is going to entail, i am slightly entranced because i can tell that they have a lot of say in what is going to happen today. when people express their visions, i am able to buy into the idea more. the fantasy comes alive in my head after all.

then i feel a pair of hands wrap around me. i tense up for a second until i recognize the voice attached to the hands. "fashionably late are we venus?" i laugh before turning around and giving her a hug. its been a while since ive actually called someone a good friend, and even longer since i had been able to call someone a best friend.

venus was both of those.

sure, she might be a little crazy, but i can handle that. especially in the industry that we are in. "i think we are waiting on one more girl, so you are here just in time." i smirk before i look back to the crew member. "this is venus and shes quite the delight."

i step back to let her shine.