breena orion, district two | [cbd, 2] fin.

[gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale]

eighteen  ●  female  ●  district two

[gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale]

BREENA —
the orion three,

She falls from the sky with stars in her mouth, spitting out comets and burning all that stands around her. She holds herself like an altar, the truth of Charlie's death written down the length of her back like a scripture, but she turns and dances away before you can read the holy words. Her arms are raised to the heavens, clouds curling around the bend of her elbows, and it is said that dancers tell the saddest stories — and Siberia's playing a tune that's reaching its crescendo, and Evander's painting a picture that haunts her when she sleeps, but she keeps dancing further and further away.

There's no blood on her hands, yet she still scrubs them raw. Pretty girls raised to be dolls know what it means to break — and even as her porcelain skin falls away to reveal the bone beneath, you won't hear her scream in pain. But rage leaves her lips like fire from the earth, and it's true that beauty and terror go hand-in-hand. Both Aphrodite and Ares have given her their blessing, and Mama's favorite has a secret. She helped put a dead man six feet under the ground, and although the knife in his back had never been held in her grasp, her fingerprints can be found on his skin. The Orion house is a quiet, sad place — but don't stop to ask the orphans if they've seen their parents. They've lost everything. It's just them and Uncle Charlie.

——— And they're fine with that. Corpses can't betray you.

[gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale]

@fabulousraven has dibs ♥

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"There's no blood on her hands, yet she still scrubs them raw."

SIBERIA LOVES HER
MOM FRIENDS