valiant . elegant
Sept 12, 2020 2:02:56 GMT -5
Post by cass on Sept 12, 2020 2:02:56 GMT -5
A R T U R A
She's stopped telling her father when she leaves the house, pushing a door closed so softly, that she fears that even the ghosts that haunt their mansion might tell them. They never do, and she and Merlyn disappear into the haze of the morning light before he's even awake. They return when he's asleep, the days long and tiresome, but worth the freedom. She knows that one day the door in her room will be locked, her insistent pushing against her father's patience finally having broken.
She doesn't want that day to come, she fears the day that her voice will finally be silenced the same way the world silenced Merlyn. It's unfair of her to compare her own prison to the chains that weigh her best friends, but when your life is built from golden bars, your perception of the worst is a little different. They are words she would never speak out loud, knowing in her heart that it was cruel of her to say so, so she keeps them buried in her chest. Tucked away for the tears she'll save for the moonlight.
"Merlyn, we're going to go here," she says, tugging on her friends hand. They're in one of the most expensive stores in the Capitol. The dresses were long, floor length and some of them were hideous. But, if you knew where to look there were hidden gems of elegance and beauty that would bring a glow to Merlyn's stunning figure. She was already perfect in Artura's opinion, but there was nothing more fun then accentuating beauty to make the world fall at her feet. It was what she deserved.
Her hand runs along a silk gown, the ruffles astonishingly large and abhorrent. Her nose screws up in disgust and she pushes the dress aside, searching throw the stop with trained eyes. After a few more seconds she lets out a gasp of delight, her hand tightening on Merlyn's as she drags her behind her. "This one," she says, a hand reaching for the crimson red dress as she eyed it with absolute delight.
Turning, she faced her friend, eyes sparkling, "you'll look incredible in this one. What do you think?" She asks the question, fingers moving of their own accord as she signs it out. It wasn't necessary, but she had developed a habit of letting her hands echo her words. It made her feel a little closer to Merlyn, and at times, when even she could not use her own voice, her friend could still hear her.
She doesn't want that day to come, she fears the day that her voice will finally be silenced the same way the world silenced Merlyn. It's unfair of her to compare her own prison to the chains that weigh her best friends, but when your life is built from golden bars, your perception of the worst is a little different. They are words she would never speak out loud, knowing in her heart that it was cruel of her to say so, so she keeps them buried in her chest. Tucked away for the tears she'll save for the moonlight.
"Merlyn, we're going to go here," she says, tugging on her friends hand. They're in one of the most expensive stores in the Capitol. The dresses were long, floor length and some of them were hideous. But, if you knew where to look there were hidden gems of elegance and beauty that would bring a glow to Merlyn's stunning figure. She was already perfect in Artura's opinion, but there was nothing more fun then accentuating beauty to make the world fall at her feet. It was what she deserved.
Her hand runs along a silk gown, the ruffles astonishingly large and abhorrent. Her nose screws up in disgust and she pushes the dress aside, searching throw the stop with trained eyes. After a few more seconds she lets out a gasp of delight, her hand tightening on Merlyn's as she drags her behind her. "This one," she says, a hand reaching for the crimson red dress as she eyed it with absolute delight.
Turning, she faced her friend, eyes sparkling, "you'll look incredible in this one. What do you think?" She asks the question, fingers moving of their own accord as she signs it out. It wasn't necessary, but she had developed a habit of letting her hands echo her words. It made her feel a little closer to Merlyn, and at times, when even she could not use her own voice, her friend could still hear her.
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