body gold | {nova/petal}
Dec 6, 2015 16:50:22 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Dec 6, 2015 16:50:22 GMT -5
"they came as a pair: brains and brawn rolled into one completely lethal package." |
{ we were born with fire and gold in our eyes
got lightning in a bottle, hands on the throttle
even in the dust we shine ;
got lightning in a bottle, hands on the throttle
even in the dust we shine ;
She was a princess by birthright and a warrior by force. She was built like a statue, her parents' hands those of a craftsman: carefully sculpting her to be exactly what they wanted her to be. She was supposed to be a machine like Pyrite, built to fight and built to win. She was supposed to blow away the competition with a simple flick of the wrist, but her game always had the best turn out when her brain was more involved than her physical training.
Petalite Shore found solace in the lies that slid so perfectly out of her mouth. It was an art, she had decided, and it had kept her from trouble time and time again. It was easy to make herself appear weak to such arrogant people. Sometimes even her family forgot what she was capable of. One of the first things a career is taught is to never underestimate the competition, and Petal took advantage of those who did not abide by it.
It didn't have to be in combat; she lied her way to the top of all the social circles using the same tactics.
Perhaps she was simply good at reading people. She told them what they wanted to hear and they, in turn, gave her what she wanted. But sometimes when she found it difficult to sleep at night, the thought that some day she might die without a true friend in the world haunted her most. It was stupid, really. She had everything in the world except friends. What if she was being selfish for wanting those, too?
She read A Career's Guide to Survival: Volume IV on a bench near the small harbor of District One. Gray waves slapped at the cement walls, white foam bubbling to nothing left in the aftermath. Like the water, the sky was gray with overcast. Hardly any light was allowed freedom past the thick curtain, and Petal was taking advantage of every bit she could.
She drew a sip of warm hot chocolate, sitting on her left leg as she read. Mostly, she hated the homework her parents gave her. It was always the same topics: Strategies, Positions, Weaponry, and For-Instances. She had just been reading about the quickest way to pull a knife from it's sheathe when she slammed the book shut.
That's enough for this week, she thought.
It was cold enough that she could get away with wearing sweaters, finally, as well as fur boots. People often told her she was shallow for dressing in so much money, but she guessed they were jealous that they couldn't do the same.
There were those who could, though. The Dempseys, Hayes, Devereauxs, Frays, Rexes, Morenos, Lightwoods: all rich, all not opposed to proving it. Families like those were both Petalite Shore's biggest competition and closest companions. She and her siblings were expected to marry into families like those.
Pyrite, for instance, would surely marry Kellan at some point, despite the fact that he was genuinely an awful person. (One who had convinced Petalite herself to climb into his bed ages ago, unfortunately.) Morganite spent time around Corran Devereaux and Kellan's sister, Pillar, often, so perhaps he would one day marry one of them.
In the mean time, Petalite didn't mind cuddling her cat, Rosie.
She was about to go home when she swore she saw a ghost.
"Nova?"
Nova Moreno was part of one of those "elite" families her parents had close connections to. She had spent a great deal of time with Nova and her brothers and sisters growing up, from dinner parties that allowed her to wear pretty dresses to training days out in the mountains, where Nova had always proved to be quite the lethal dose of career. Time, however, had not proven a friend to them. They had grown apart. Nova seemed to tread more down the path Pyrite had chosen, with alcohol and parties and hiding in the shadows of the night. Petal decided long ago she wouldn't ever be able to keep up with her sister's lifestyle, but she was damn good at pretending.
"It's been ages!" she remarked.
{ with fire and gold in our eyes
when you're stuck in a moment
this is our time to own it ;
when you're stuck in a moment
this is our time to own it ;
. . .
lyrics: "fire and gold" by bea miller.
lyrics: "fire and gold" by bea miller.
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PETALITE SHORE
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