The Persistence of Naivety :: [Cricket + Z-Boi // Blitz]
Jan 3, 2017 18:13:51 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Jan 3, 2017 18:13:51 GMT -5
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don’t care what you say to me
i'ma bite your feelings out
i'ma bite your feelings out
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In another lifetime it wouldn't be questionable whether or not Cricket Antoinette is a terrible person. Every flaw of her soul would be laid bare. Instead fortune delivered her into a world that praises even the most violent of her ambitions and she is beloved by those who do not know her. Stranger still, is the love of those who do.
This man should know better... but she waltzes into his tent as if her hips were the axis of the world. It's easy to forget terrible things when looking at a pretty girl and with every year that passes Cricket only becomes more of a distraction. In youth she was naive, but in this moment she knows perfectly well who she is and who he is. Theirs is a history of her being unkind and him loving her anyway. "I'm going back to the Capitol early. Tomorrow morning." She wasn't supposed to leave again for months, not when she'd come home mere weeks ago. "Arbor's all in a fuss over the suitcases."
Despite the murders she has committed and her lack of remorse, perhaps the worst thing she has ever done is this. Leaving, again and again. The others she slaughtered only once and quickly, but her leaving kills him every time. She doesn't realize. This is simply who she is.
This man should know better... but she waltzes into his tent as if her hips were the axis of the world. It's easy to forget terrible things when looking at a pretty girl and with every year that passes Cricket only becomes more of a distraction. In youth she was naive, but in this moment she knows perfectly well who she is and who he is. Theirs is a history of her being unkind and him loving her anyway. "I'm going back to the Capitol early. Tomorrow morning." She wasn't supposed to leave again for months, not when she'd come home mere weeks ago. "Arbor's all in a fuss over the suitcases."
Despite the murders she has committed and her lack of remorse, perhaps the worst thing she has ever done is this. Leaving, again and again. The others she slaughtered only once and quickly, but her leaving kills him every time. She doesn't realize. This is simply who she is.
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