one last ∂αяє [Zoë]
Aug 24, 2013 8:23:02 GMT -5
Post by Scourge on Aug 24, 2013 8:23:02 GMT -5
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It had been only an hour ago inwhich Caesar had thrown on a silk, although plain golden tunic with various cyan inscriptions, it clung to his mesomorphic frame, his signature crimson linen scarf hanging loosely on his shoulders, covering his collarbone and upper shoulder-blades. Thick, although small leather boots were worn uncomfortably over his pedicured feet, finger-less gloved hands grasped onto the upper sill of his window; before Caesar had hauled himself out into the humid aura of the District. He of course took no notice to the curls that stuck to his face in a tangled clump of sweat, his aspiring goatee thickening through-out the days. Needless to say he was wearing his signature minuscule silver looped earring, a topaz encrusted into the very base of it shining in the dim light of the District's lamps. His feet had barely made a sound as they made contact with the marble path leading to his well-decorated household. Caesar instead walked forward into the dead of the night, although many other shops were still open, the distant sound of Champagne flutes clacking together and joyful laughter filled the eerie silence he had experienced before. Of course as he walked further up the road, the silence grew into a form of necessity, now the spotting of dangerous glares and trained faces became more and more frequent. Careers. That was the only thought that popped up into his mind as he risked a quick gaze over their figures. Along with these thoughts came jealousy, and anger. This caused the next ten minutes of loathing to go past like a blur, instead he made his way to the more calm part of his District; encountering a familiar tranquil part full of fresh air and what seemed to be fireflies. He dropped the duffle-bag he had brought with himself, instead turning to the dark-haired girl sitting on the seats nearby. He knew exactly who she is and why she came. Nice. "Ah...Pyrine..Still as beautiful as ever, aren't we?" He states, watching how her porcelain skin reflects the moonlight's beauty so well, that ever-lasting cocky smirk still present on his face as he wanders over to her, "But, we don't have time for formalities, do we?" He asks rhetorically. He seats himself next to the girl, zipping open the duffle-bag, the light of blades reflecting blatantly, he perks an eyebrow while looking over at her, "Assuming you know how to hold a blade, that is." He says, his lips curling upwards in a grin that is designed to infuriate the calmest of people. Caesar leans back, flashing her a smile full of white teeth and vibrant charisma, much unlike his usual condescending smirk full of self-indulgence. He taps his thighs in a familiar pattern, asking simply, "Do you feel like entertaining yourself? Perhaps a game of Truth and Dare? Of course excluding the truth part, because who does that these days, or ever, for that matter." He turns his neck to observe her form briefly, watching how her eyebrows furrowed in anger; such an angry person, seemingly having no room for love. If only he could change such. Instead he raised his head and leaned back, allowing the serene scenery to calm his nerves, relaxing his once tensed shoulders, his lashes fluttering gently. His beautifully jaded eyes gazed around the park carefully, the simple peacefulness of it all infuriating him, left him wondering why the upper part of his District could be more like his surroundings instead of roads paved in marble, with lamp-posts carved in gold. Luxury was indeed his District's purpose, but peacefulness should have it's place to reign in any and all Districts too. "..Well?" You don't love me, big fucking deal I'll never tell you how I feel You don't love me, not a big deal I'll never tell you how I feel |
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♕ luxury · [ˈlʌkʃərɪ]
n pl -ries
1. indulgence in and enjoyment of rich, comfortable, and sumptuous living
2. something that is considered an indulgence rather than a necessity“Darling, sin is an understatement when used as an adjective. I am sin itself.”
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