[YLIP] viva la romance! :: limo entrances
Jan 19, 2022 4:58:29 GMT -5
Post by lance on Jan 19, 2022 4:58:29 GMT -5
♡ ACHILLES .
It's a hell of a thing, being pulled out of virtual obscurity back home in Eight and brought to the Capitol of all places to supposedly get a big break. But Achilles has seen weirder. Experienced weirder. Hell, he's probably in the minority in that this is not the first time he's ever left his home - just one extra tag on the debt he owes Lore that he'd never be able to pay back.
It was ironic, really, to the point of even being called karma. Lore had sent him to Six to meet a girl just like her (and just like him) to help mold Achilles into the boy he'd always wanted to be since he'd first had an understanding that the world was a hell of a lot more fluid than one could imagine. And then no sooner had he come back that summer a new man than had Lore practically yeeted herself into the Games in order to pay off some longstanding debt or something like that. Achilles had never bothered nosing around in her business - some things were just meant to occur on their own, and who was he to interfere?
If it was karma that it was the eventual victor from Six that took her out, well, Achilles preferred not to dwell on it.
But he knows that this would have been far more her style than his, that even though he had applied for this (it got lonely back in Eight sometimes, okay?) there was a not insignificant chance that it'd been his relation to Lore herself that had gotten him here as much as his own merits.
Ah well. You win some, you lose some, and if one of the wins comes because he'd pulled every page out of the Dummy's Guide to Nepotism 101, then so be it. Fact of the matter is; he's here, he's queer, and he's mothafuckin' ready to have someone pound his-
Oh, who is he kidding. He'd already said that this was more of Lore's scene than his, right? Yeah, well, he's scared shitless out of his mind because what the fuck had he been thinking this entire damn time?
But, too late to back out now. He adjusts the collar of his suit (and thank god they hadn't looked twice when he'd sent in his application and had let him wear a suit without fuss, because he's still not one hundred percent sure that the paperwork that Lore was supposed to send it dictating that he was a boy in all but the legal system ever got sent in before her death) takes a deep breath, and then, well, it's showtime.
"Thanks, mate," he mumbles to the driver before stepping out into the next several weeks of his life. But for all his reservations, Achilles was a fully fledged member of the Haus of Gaultier, and by the time the cameras have hit him he may as well have been preparing for this moment for his entire life.
It's not hard to find the hostess - even if he didn't have somewhat of an idea of who Petalia Quartz was, the woman's aura was unmistakable - and he plasters on his biggest grin as he goes in for a big, firm hug. "Miss Quartz!" he exclaims after the embrace. "Achilles Zhao. It's an honor to be here, truly."
And with that, let the motherfuckin' Games begin.[ 💌 ]