fashion kills.— [prada/versace]
Mar 1, 2022 2:32:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2022 2:32:55 GMT -5
P R A D A G U C C I - V U I T T O N
My relationship with my parents had been strained ever since Pope outed me. Maybe it had nothing to do with my sexuality, maybe they were disappointed their daughter wasn't who they thought she was. Either way, I didn't really give a fuck. But things were tense. It worsened when I installed a peep hole on my door to see who was knocking. Sometimes I'd think it's Versace and it would be one of them. But now if I didn't want to talk to them, I didn't have to. They could knock for fucking hours for all I cared.
They were holding a banquet, complete with a runway fashion show in the middle of it with proceeds going to sponsor both of the District One tributes. It started with a showing of the Bloodbath in the morning and would end late at night with a fireworks display - but I refused to make an appearance. My ex-boyfriend who outed me as lesbian who I forced to go into the games was one of the tributes, the last thing I wanted to do was show my face. Sure I looked way better than he did, but that was besides the point really.
I watched the Bloodbath of course, I needed to see how pissed his family would be. And he did get pretty messed up and then he ran away, abandoning his allies like a coward. At least he's still a little rat, just like when I dated him. He looked paler than normal, maybe it's the withdrawals kicking in. Or maybe he's scared with karma biting him in the ass. After it ended, I spent the day pampering myself - giving myself the spa day I deserved from the comfort of my bedroom and adjoining bathroom.
Though it wasn't completely relaxing.
My parents kept knocking at the door, sometimes yelling through it about how much trouble I was going to be in. Threatening to bust it down. But I knew they wouldn't. It would cause too much of a scene. I knew Versace wouldn't bother coming up to see me until things calmed down a bit, didn't want to worry about our parents trying to weaponise him against me. Maybe I was overreacting.
But I do what I want, and the last thing I wanted was to help Pope Vanburen get a single penny in sponsorship money.
Late at night after the fireworks ended and the noise was quiet, I heard a soft knocking at my door. I had a feeling it was Versace before I even looked, mom and dad would be pounding on it. And sure enough when I peeked, it was him. I smiled softly, I knew he wouldn't forget me. I hoped he brought some food with him, I was starving. If not I'd sneak down to the kitchen and dining room after he left.
I opened the door just enough to let him in, "Come on in, before they notice my doors finally unlocked."
My relationship with my parents had been strained ever since Pope outed me. Maybe it had nothing to do with my sexuality, maybe they were disappointed their daughter wasn't who they thought she was. Either way, I didn't really give a fuck. But things were tense. It worsened when I installed a peep hole on my door to see who was knocking. Sometimes I'd think it's Versace and it would be one of them. But now if I didn't want to talk to them, I didn't have to. They could knock for fucking hours for all I cared.
They were holding a banquet, complete with a runway fashion show in the middle of it with proceeds going to sponsor both of the District One tributes. It started with a showing of the Bloodbath in the morning and would end late at night with a fireworks display - but I refused to make an appearance. My ex-boyfriend who outed me as lesbian who I forced to go into the games was one of the tributes, the last thing I wanted to do was show my face. Sure I looked way better than he did, but that was besides the point really.
I watched the Bloodbath of course, I needed to see how pissed his family would be. And he did get pretty messed up and then he ran away, abandoning his allies like a coward. At least he's still a little rat, just like when I dated him. He looked paler than normal, maybe it's the withdrawals kicking in. Or maybe he's scared with karma biting him in the ass. After it ended, I spent the day pampering myself - giving myself the spa day I deserved from the comfort of my bedroom and adjoining bathroom.
Though it wasn't completely relaxing.
My parents kept knocking at the door, sometimes yelling through it about how much trouble I was going to be in. Threatening to bust it down. But I knew they wouldn't. It would cause too much of a scene. I knew Versace wouldn't bother coming up to see me until things calmed down a bit, didn't want to worry about our parents trying to weaponise him against me. Maybe I was overreacting.
But I do what I want, and the last thing I wanted was to help Pope Vanburen get a single penny in sponsorship money.
Late at night after the fireworks ended and the noise was quiet, I heard a soft knocking at my door. I had a feeling it was Versace before I even looked, mom and dad would be pounding on it. And sure enough when I peeked, it was him. I smiled softly, I knew he wouldn't forget me. I hoped he brought some food with him, I was starving. If not I'd sneak down to the kitchen and dining room after he left.
I opened the door just enough to let him in, "Come on in, before they notice my doors finally unlocked."
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