"BAMBI" [d5] FIN

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

"bambi"
eighteen
pretty doe-eyed boy

ex-escort
serial flirt
gemini sun // aries moon

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

[presto]

Three generations of living east of the land of lush green -- my hands shiny with the slick of oil, a star tattoo etched on the inside of my wrist.

The dirt on my skin had long ago learnt to grow into a garden of weeds, bloomed me an earthly vice from where I lay at the gates. I watched the gods roam in their ornate power in the valley between the rivers, wealth washing up on the banks so I could touch this gold and wonder.

When I was sixteen, I cut my flowers.
The dandelion teeth wilted to fangs.

Guns on the table, kill any pain with a cut of sugar, mask on -- snaked the keys from the guy I slept with yesterday. Sucked his dick and searched his pockets at the same dang time, but you could say your boy’s just a talent at multitasking.

A long time ago, Cassius had built an empire from people like me, quaking shadows, diamonds buried underneath a generous layer of pollution. Here is District Five -- a place of underhanded intentions, plush couches, cocktail of drugs each night, a sterile glamour beneath the moonlight.

I was born with a feral hunger for an absolute kind of power, and I was sixteen, searching through dumpsters for the taste of wealth, overgrown with baby green.

My mother left me for death.
She died somewhere destitute,
as did her mother before her.

I swore to myself I would be f o r e v e r.

[/presto]

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

[presto]

“Take off your clothes.”
“Fuck you.”

There is a nearly imperceptible roll of the eyes; he unsheathes his gun from the holster, holding it almost lazily as he cocks the barrel and I can’t believe I’m going to fucking die today.

Fuck you, but fuck I can’t breathe. A cry dies without enough air and everything pulses to his index finger in the red room -- the love shack, he says. A heartbeat.

“You know, I believe in second chances. So I’m only going to repeat myself one more time -- take off your clothes.”

Underneath the steel gaze, I peel my layers, shakily, throw them off one by one, shedding petals until I am bare.

And he touches my rib cage, gently gliding over the bones with his fingertips, searching with a strange precision -- there’s the reflex to rip myself from his hands, punch him in the fucking face, and get myself the fuck out of here.

But his gun is pressed to the back of my head, and I might piss myself right now if I moved.

Pausing at a few scars, bruises I forgot how they got there, he makes his way upwards slowly towards my face. Then, his touch is at my neck, tilting my chin, all the way up my jaw. It feels like a cold winter.

He turns over my wrist, stares at the star, thumb brushing over it.

Sometime, I meet his eyes. The red of the room makes them glow.

“I’ll call you Bambi,” he says.

[/presto]

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

[presto]

Making out with my own reflection, practiced seduction at a dangerous tempo, I dance around the room, grinding on the mirror like a fucking idiot because why the fuck not, Wren drinking something on the bed in lingerie, cooing “oh honey, you look gorgeous.”

Because all the days now move in rhythm, same pulse as when he turned over my wrist and pressed him thumb against it, touching for a vital sound. Because the suit is armour, dark blue and gold thread, venom sewn into the lapels for a treacherous high.

Jewelry dangles from my earlobes, drips down to my collar, eyes heavy with glitter falling every time I blink. The sun rises on my shoulders; the day begins and dies with me. Nothing can touch me.

I became the eden.

I am the wealth.

I’d have sex with me I guess.

Pour myself a shot, down it with a few pills, and Wren tosses me the prescription bottle holding a sugar packet-like slip. I don’t miss a beat. Not fucking today.

“From Cassius,”she says, “just in case.”

I tuck it in my pocket, blow her a kiss as she yells at me just before the door closes --

“Oh boy, you’re gonna milk him for everything he has.”

[/presto]

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

[presto]

He turns over my wrist, kisses it, and I feel his tongue gentle on the star, the Cepheids, warmth flushing my skin. He is a hundred suns later, a cornucopia rising from the earth.

I’m shaking.

“Bambi, can you do something for me please?”

He unravels my anatomy.

Cassius cannot love me.

But he kisses me,
and maybe I’m wrong.

[/presto]

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

[presto]

“W-what the fuck did you make me do?”

He flicks his cigarette and ash breaks, an orange glow as bright as the setting sun.

“No -- Cassius, please, what’s wrong with her?”

Wren doesn’t speak. She doesn’t breathe, claws at her throat, turns shades of violet.

When a girl dies, the whole world doesn’t end.

Somewhere, a baby is born, swaddled in her mother’s arms. Outside, the street lamps turn on, kids getting lucky in the alleys between buildings, licking ivory in a sunshine state, electric clarity abuzz in the air. People of the garden live a pastoral dream, trees hung with riches as full as an apple.

And Cassius walks out the door.

When I was sixteen, my only inheritance was death.

My mother died,
as did her mother before her

as did her mother before her

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as did her mother before her

I swore it would end with me.

[/presto]

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

[presto]

If Cassius taught me anything, it was how to build a generation, a religion, an empire from nothing.

And now, this is how one falls,
back to nothingness.

Handcuffed to the table, he watches the war burn, strike the lightbringer on what is safe.

From the gates, I’ve seen kingdoms die to greater ones, and it’s like the way the seasons change, always when the time is right, revolutions rising and falling like a heartbeat. But we live in the shadows of Panem. In a sandbox.

Fucked a peacekeeper with a saviour complex, and now here we are, “They’ll be here soon.”

“No! You can’t bite the hand of god, you bitch,” he screams, “I made Bambi -- I made you.”

I turn to look at him, an inferno burning at my temples.

Cock the gun the same way he did the first night I met him, no hesitation, I pull the trigger.

It grazes his ear, blood pouring from the side of his face as I spit at his feet,

“No one made me. I made me.”


I am the east.

I fear no god.

[/presto]

[lucius branwen / 10 — fox]

lol omg done

im ded

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