hell in our hearts // ninth circle
Feb 2, 2018 23:16:02 GMT -5
Post by Python on Feb 2, 2018 23:16:02 GMT -5
oh, my mind's getting violent
it only multiplies in the silence
give you a fist full of violets and
watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelidsThe question was never who or why, but how. Strategy was not Violet’s forte, and there had never been any obstacles to challenge her mind in terms of problem solving skills. Jacinta, however, had made it very clear that an alliance was necessary and inevitable. She couldn’t imagine herself in the wilderness alone, a tiny knife clutched to her chest. How would she navigate? How would she eat or drink? Nothing would save her from being a sitting duck except for numbers.
How does a serpent make friends?
Doe eyes searched hesitantly around the training center. Violet was not her sister; the Salazar blood rushing through her veins was pure, but she did not feel confident in any of her own abilities. She knew vaguely how to hold and slash defensively with a knife. That aside, she had delicate fingers and an unquenchable urge to hide under a rock. How did a serpent make friends? By shedding her scales. Jacinta was the Salazar she wanted to be, but not the Salazar she was.
Salazars are not heroes. Violet was the evidence.
She inched closer to a group of three. They seemed like a formidable type; two careers lounging with a boy only one district above her own. Despite the intimidation, this held promises.
She was not Jacinta. As she approached, she realized she would not win them over with fangs of a snake or the confidence of a warrior. They would see through those lies. She had to play to her own strengths – one strength.
”You know,” she said, picking up a small knife from the rack. ”Sponsorship can be just as important as training.”
She met their eyes.i've been running from the moon
since i got burnt by the sun
your face is brand new
but your smile is gone
