Harper Le Roux D1 [Fin]

[Dana Lheureux D9F [Tom]]

Harper Le Roux
Male
Seventeen
District One
Son of Eurydice

[Dana Lheureux D9F [Tom]]

You rise with the sun.

Bright, warm, and carrying the energy to breath life into a room. Ever so graceful in the way you move, with bated breaths and falsehood smiles, you fall among the line of career and human, toeing the line; never to be crossed. Warmth in every embrace of the air surrounding you, ease in those words from your tongue. Friendliness flowing from your lips, sucking the pride you carry into the depths of the cage set for it. Proper and prim with interactions, holding your smile up in order to make a name for yourself. Whether you knew it or not, you already have a reputation, but you still smile with the sun pretending you do not have a moon to match that warm sun of yours.

Beauty is to be nourished in this environment, not your pride to a name. Weapons extending with your arm as if it were just another of your limbs. Except, every blade you carry feels off in your grip, never exactly matching the beauty and strength you carry in ever step. Words fill you with a passion, unlike the blades you carry. Sharper tongues meant to cut through thick heads, your pristine strikes poised and strong to match that grace of air you carry around you. This is how you find yourself in these matches, where your words bite back at you in the form of bruised skin and scratches of other careers, far superior to you, besides their words.

Muscular meatheads and ditzy girls with their anger burning to tear you down limb from limb, but you've always been a survivor. Withstanding blows in order to remain unopposed to others. Though, having a sister like Silk Le Roux helps you with your stance in the world of Careers. Whether they knew it or not, you know what your sister's been through. An extension of your own heart some days, she had been through a lot of which you wish to have saved her from, but she handled it with the same grace he had, but more skill. A hum falls from your lips as the area grows heavier and heavier with people who see the warmth of your skin and wish to have a piece.

Heavy eyes, warm smiles, and fake laughs are your acts, playing others, as if they were just mere tools in your belt. Always throwing sweet nothings to others who deserved them, beauty knows beauty. Already a crowd is forming, knowing who you are, despite the eighty or something years between the first Le Roux in the games and you. Not even once, have you sat down to watch the first games, but you knew what happened. The highlights of them were always heard in your ears with the name you carry. No one cares about the Le Roux Family anymore. Rebels. Careers. Somewhere inbetween. You smile with the sunshine of your own heart, warm and bright, but deep down, there's a storm brewing.

I'm great.

You praise to that ego in your mind. Hoping the words stick with how others view you, but it's never enough. Your greatness has no bounds, but the sting of reality always bites you in the end. A fake laugh after you are clobbered to the floor with bruises and bloodied smiles. Poison on your tongue telling others, they'll rue the day when you become stronger. Never truly coming, but smiling through your own determination to become more than Harper Le Roux. If only you could learn from your sister, others would say with those pitiful eyes. Grace and beauty weren't always meant to lead you greatness, but you strive to keep it. Humility would be your savior, but always with a tongue in cheek passively ignoring this truth in your hollowed out chest.

You roar with the moon, ever glowing down upon you.

Attention is all you crave, ever since you were a mere boy. Childish games turned to realistic flirts. Dramas turned into your personal life, just so you can become the center of it all. You wish the universe to revolve around you. A young lion who wants to be the center of the pride in this world of lions, but you never learn how to do this. Always one to try and push yourself to push others to limits you believe you can cross. All it does is leave you burned. Fire swallowing your heart up, until you break in the light of the moon, ever shoving your face into a pillow and screaming at the top of your lungs.

Pride lives in your heart. Pride for you. Pride for your beauty. Pride for your sister. Pride for your family. You live with pride stretched across your chest. A safety blanket of truth to drive you in the world, with a path unknown, but skills to match others. You may not be the best career, but you knew your own strengths. Days spent being selfless to family, showed your true colors. Caring deep down about how you are never good enough for them. Selfishness is only a thin veiled mirror of what anger can show. Striving to make sure your sister is validated, loved, and protected, despite her being the older of you two and protecting you more often than not. You still strive to be the brother to pick up the pieces if she were to break.

Your mother passed onto you, the gift of intelligence, whether you know it or not. Clever wit and independence that you never knew to possess, until you grew old enough to know. You were not some pushover to stronger careers, but a rival to be beaten. A beauty to be won. A threat to be subdued. You were all of these things and more. You carry yourself higher above them to protect your gooey inside, where a heart resides. Everyone has a core to their beliefs, whether they know it or not. You carry you beliefs under a disguise, holding yourself to standards no one truly can see.

Only you know who you are.

That's the way you want it to be.

Ever changing like the moon and the sun, revolving around, switching day to night and night to day.

You roar like an ocean, striving to find your place in the world.

Whether others like it or not, you'll find that place one day.

[Dana Lheureux D9F [Tom]]

I think he is done uwu

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moon me, sun c;