{Aquarius} Water Carrier (NORTH)

I've fallen out of favour
And I've fallen from grace
Fallen out of trees
And I've fallen on my face
Fallen out of taxis
Out of windows too
Fell in your opinion
When I fell in love with you

Clymene sat in the back of the Capitole car- two Peacekeepers from the Avox house either side; their chests and shoulders broad and proud. The Avox sat nervously between the two men- her heart rate escalating knowing where she was going. Someone else had purchased her to be their slave- to do what they wanted- clean, cook and do anything else that their every whim asked for. Clymene was used to having masters- yes, but never a masculine master. She had stuck to woman- woman seemed to prefer her more. Men had looked at her, thought about purchasing her, but they had always turned to younger- prettier Avox’s; ones that were drafted in at a much younger age than Clymene. Clymene looked out the tinted windows- the multi-coloured world of the Capitol dimmed and greyed by the black tinted glass; her fears escalating as she felt the car slow to a halt, the two Peacekeepers getting out- followed by Clymene herself.

The house that stood in front of her was very grand- much grander than most homes she had worked at before. It was colourful- another lemming in the rows and rows of candy flossed coloured roofs, the apple red coloured window frames, the sunshine yellow tiles and the rainbow walls. A tall detailed iron fence surrounded the estate, roses and ivy’s crawling up the brick pillars that sat every so often along the fence. Pristine cut lawns sat either side of the long drive way the car had just drove up- a fountain sitting just behind them, crystal clear water pouring out of the statues vase she held. Aquarius she thought to herself as she was led up the stairs to the large, dark ebony wooden door; her suitcase of very few belongings in her hand. The door was detailed to- trees and animals and roses had been etched into the dark wood- two large door knockers sat in the centre of the door; they were golden dragon heads, their tongues the knocker.

The peacekeeper ahead of her, reached up and knocked- the loud sound of the gold against gold echoing loudly. There was a moment’s pause, before someone opened a door- another Avox. This Avox was young, female, blonde, blue eyes and fair skin; she reminded Clymene of a mouse. The Avox girl was somewhat younger than herself- around 30. Her skin had not been aged by time yet, but the scars of being an Avox were prominent- the large emotionless eyes, the lack of expression on her face- all a tell-tale signs that this young lady was an Avox. The Avox nodded to the Peacekeepers, politely, stepping aside so that the 3 of them could enter the house. The inside, was just as grand as the out. A large sweeping staircase sat in the middle of the marble entrance, a sparkling diamond chandelier hang from the ceiling. Beautiful pieces of artwork hung all around the room- portraits of woman, children, trees, dogs, cats and assumingly- the owner of the house. The Peacekeeper began to talk with the Avox, as Clymene took a closer look at the self-portrait.

The man was only just younger than the Avox who had just left the room- maybe slightly older. His face was well sculpted, beautiful, a neat thin moustache sat just above his lips- bent upwards as he grinned in the image. Against the sun-kissed skin, the bright pink hairdo and moustache stood out prominently against his skin. He wore some elaborate pink suit, metallic pink; the collar turned upwards until it nearly touched his jaw line. His eyes sparkled as the portrait grinned motionlessly at her. She was so absorbed in viewing the painting she did not hear the far door open until it was closed. Clymene turned to see the Avox had returned with her new Master.