laugh away :: [hedvig/(train)/mason] :: our sins
Feb 7, 2015 21:39:58 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Feb 7, 2015 21:39:58 GMT -5
HEDVIG
FABRE
I wish I could say that the scenery within the speeding train exhilarates me, fills me with a certain childish glee that I've never known -- but it does little in the way of amusement.
The silken curtains billow from the artificial breeze flowing throughout the cart I currently reside in, and though the flowers in the vases of flawless porcelain are lovely, and even if the sweets lining the silver trays in front of me are practically able to fill one's stomach with just a single glance, I can't bring myself to appreciate any of it.
True, rich as my "parents" are, they have no comparison to the wonders of the Capitol. It's not my upbringing that coaxes my features into a bored state, it's the fact that none of this prissy shit has ever meant anything to me. That, as exquisite as all of it is, it's not forever. Things come, and things go -- so why waste the time to gasp and stare in awe, when you could run away and escape your own date of expiration?
My nails tap against the fine wood of the table that spreads out before me, listless and unwavering with each tap - tap - tap. I almost strike up a conversation with one of the avoxes that linger near the wall, but I catch myself before I stumble into that pit of embarrassment, opting instead to lean back and groan at the ceiling above me, crossing my arms.
Sure, this chamber is quite the lovely starting coffin, but does it have to have the same deafening silence? Does it-...
When I hear footsteps enter the room, I nearly shout praises to Ripred. My partner strides in, and as I look up, I realize the fact that I never really took the time to learn his identity. I don't have to ask his name, however, for a single glance is all that it takes to know.
"Well, I'll be damned," I start, lounging out in my chair. I tilt my head, a smile playing on my lips. "If it isn't Mason Hammerfell." I uncross my arms, gesturing to the feast. "Take a chair; it's all for us."
I wait for him to get situated, and then grab a few slabs of this and that. I take a bite, continuing on with my talking despite my full mouth, disregarding any and all manners I've ever been taught.
"I've got to say, man -- of all the people I thought I'd eventually be shipped of to the Capitol with, I never thought it'd be you." I smile, taking another reckless chomp.
"Not that I don't mind the company."
-- says I, the girl who is thankful to have at least one friend in a world full of warriors wearing armor crafted from obsidian.