Pretty lies/Ugly truths ~ Circe&Adam blitz
Apr 5, 2024 5:49:27 GMT -5
Post by Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie on Apr 5, 2024 5:49:27 GMT -5
The ball season had officially begun. Weekend after weekend, there was an occasion for the rich and somehow relevant families of district four to gather in the same constellations. Each event with a different theme and a different intention but in the end of the day it was just the same…each and every damn one of them. It was about keeping face, smiling at the people you hate the most but still would call your friends.
For Circe Murdock, it was the season of hell. She did not mind the dresses, or the alcohol she was not allowed to touch. It was the dollhouse performance she was forced to put on each year, smiling next to her half sibling when there was not loved lost between her and the most of them. Her father would place his hand on her shoulder for the cameras, smile as if he was proud. She was dying inside feeling the fire on his palm, the tension she felt reminding her she was far from off the hook.
They were always picture perfect in public.
Although there was a smile on her face, her eyes told a different story with her chin held high as she felt nothing but shame. A few people have congratulated her with lies dripping through their teeth on her presentation at the science fair. A mere formality from most, as it was a well-known fact there was nothing to praise about her performance. In order to save she thanked each one of them gracefully, internally screaming with rage no one would be able to begin to comprehend.
Her gown, red as the blood she wishes she could spill trailed along the floor as her father halted her once more. “The Morrisen boy” he whispered into her ear; she already knew what was coming. The only thing worse than her performance would have to be her next task, socializing with the moron that went by the name of Adam Morrisen. Just another relative of another victor, the family’s paths constantly crossing only Circe had been on this journey since birth. Adam would never speak her language, but her father was clear. She would not make the mistake of ignoring his instructions, not even her pride could force her to do something that stupid.
“The waltz is about to begin” She spoke bluntly as she approached her target. “Get that nasty drink out of your hand, we need to dance” no matter how much she tried, there was not a hint of amusement in her voice.
The violins took their place, a metaphorical dance would soon begin.