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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 eyelids

The 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

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hell in our hearts // ninth circle Feb 3, 2018 14:07:34 GMT -5

Post by kousei ♚ on Feb 3, 2018 14:07:34 GMT -5

a e s o n kight .

You count on apathy to guide you through solitude.

You never stumbled blind through the black smokescreen, instead you tended towards tranquility and saw light in every shadow. You have adapted; fashioned your skin to ward off the tundra that surrounded your body and scarred your soul to the point it seeped red with every life you took. You were fine at your high points, there was only space for you atop of that hill of broken skeletons and torn souls -- apathy left you deaf to the screams you face alone.

Euley Sarasin shattered that solitude.

You lost track of the steps that lead you to this point; one second you were the last two in this place, then you were in her room and now you're stuck here, attached to the rhythm of their footsteps and watching your back and spine for silver. Of course, you don't trust her or her that fuckwit Isaac but perhaps a double edged sword is what you need. For now, you remain anchored to the thought of drawing red lines across their spines and the possibility of the opposing case coming into play.

So you sit, watching them as you twirl the familiar knife in your hands with the edge pressed into your fingertips. You're past being impressed by the refined precision of their movements and saturated brutality that can only be bought by a galaxy of riches at their fingertips, your attention wanders and you catch Violetta Salazar picking a knife from the rack, her words droning you from tranquility. "Sponsorship can be just as important as training."

You recall Teddy Ursa driving the same notation into the back of your mind as if it was scripture scrawled across yellowed pages.

She meets your gaze and you raise an eyebrow before silence can take hold. "So what if it is?"

Last Edit: Feb 3, 2018 14:10:32 GMT -5 by kousei ♚

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hell in our hearts // ninth circle Feb 7, 2018 2:19:06 GMT -5

Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Feb 7, 2018 2:19:06 GMT -5

E.S. ❅

They're a godless trio — Euley Sarasin and her lost boys. One captured with lust and the other with respect; and she wouldn't change it for anything. A career fuelled by fire and a boy from Six encased in ice. She's the sky above them, all storm. Euley loves and treasures her soldiers, holds a sword in her hand and fights alongside them, but it's the queen who survives. She'll kiss their cheeks when they're buried. A white rose for each.

Blades whistle as she and Isaac clash, Aeson watching from a distance. Where she is calculated and cool, the tribute from One is an explosion without warning. They both have something to learn. She mimics his technique and charges, shoulder slamming into his own, and she twists her body to aim at his stomach. He takes her route of relaxed timing, his weapon already at her throat. They've reached an impasse. She feels only pride.

A voice breaks the static around them, bodies straightening to greet the intruder. Violetta Salazar stands before them and meets their gaze without fear, slender knife held between her fingers. "You know, sponsorship can be just as important as training." Euley smirks, catching on to the girl's approach, though the same clearly can't be said for Aeson. She rolls her eyes and scoffs, moving away from Isaac and shoving Kight to the side.

"Leave the business proposals to the ladies," she jokes, turning to face the heiress of the most recent victor's legacy. "She's offering the benefits of her fame for our protection. Everyone's rooting for Jacinta's little sister." There's no spite to Euley's voice, simply fact. "And the sponsors will agree. Being on her side means a lot of rewards for us." She relaxes, offering a friendly smile. "And she's got spunk, too. I like her."

Euley looks over to Isaac and pouts, reaching out to caress Aeson's cheek while he's still beside her. She's not one for begging, won't skin her knees to ask for something that she can simply take, but it's important for all members of their group to have a say in this. "Thoughts? I say we bring her along." She winks at Violet, teeth on display. "And look at that pretty face. I could eat her up. No one would find the bones."