I was a constellation, you held me so tight in the orbits of your body. O' Father, I miss you terribly; too much that I've become a fallen star.. && although I inhaled your words and exhaled stardust, I cannot get this bitter taste from my tongue.
it has been a WHILE since he visited the bright and vibrant capitol. the lights, the atmoshpere, the drinks.. he had missed it. badly. most of the WOMEN were quite easy to catch too, if you were a victor. INFACT, this was the only time he truly had a REASON to come and get his shit together in this city. he had an appointment with a very special person. he had SEEN some of her artworks, and even he had to ADMIT; they were stunning.
❝ you CHRYSTA?❞
“i don’t knowcan i trust you?” father had told me to be cautious. be wary of careers. So he was attractive, well dressed for the grand occasion.. yet still a blank canvas. Her response could of been a bit more logical with the threat of safety ; but it was a little too late. maybe he knew finnick, and finnick knew her secrets. the web had been weaved with far too much discomfort these days. digits played with a golden necklace, whereas the face of a starlet played coy.
