throne of glass // flynn & astrid; vt
Jun 19, 2021 19:04:15 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Jun 19, 2021 19:04:15 GMT -5
She hasn't slept for three days, newspaper type seared into the back of her eyes. NUCLEAR EXPLOSION IN DISTRICT SIX, Astrid's aged ten years in two short months. She knows what that means.
A warning shot. A coincidence. One of the two, but she's never been a gambling girl. She's made decisions based on practicality, fact and reason. Creative flair, sure, but she's the details girl. It's why they let her unleash the gas - strong enough to weaken them, not strong enough to kill them. They had to do that themselves. Better for the cameras. Better for the audience.
Lore Gaultier falling over the side-rail of the Overpass with Flynn Garner's bullet in her neck and it was game over for Astrid. A blind boy had already managed to shoot Nanette in the eye and Lenox LaChance plucked a spear out of a dead legacy's hands, Lore was her last hope. A show-stopper, a Cricket reimagined, Lore could have been brilliant had the odds been in Astrid Zane's favour.
Two District Twelves, an Eleven still alive and no careers. Astrid had heard rumours about what Snow had done to Gamemakers who left finales to children with double-digit Districts. In a frenzy she'd made a back-up plan, woken up leaning over the controls of her desk, survived off of coffee and shots of something sparkling they said would keep her awake for longer.
She was too paranoid to eat then, and she's too paranoid to eat now, but they insisted Astrid dine with the Victor tonight. Whether it was a sick joke, a lesson to be taught, or simply a kind gesture given to the newest and youngest, she hadn't figured out yet. But Astrid wasn't stupid. She knew that it was fine to hope for the latter and foolish to ignore the former. Thin ice, she felt herself crack underneath the weight she put on herself.
The Council sees all, so she gets dressed and takes their carriage to meet Flynn Garner with twelve sets of eyes at the back of her head. Of course there was Hades, remarkably terrifying, and she's at a point where she thinks he is on her side. All shadows and ambition, Astrid is still trying to work out if he envies her more than he loathes her - all the while asking the same questions about herself.
She does not envy Flynn Garner, who tonight has the chance to ask her all the questions she has no answers to. She takes a seat at the table, ignoring the set menu laid out in front of them, and cups her chin in her hand as she studies her Victor. They told her she shouldn't have picked favourites, but they should have known a rookie would make mistakes. They are tied together forever, whether they like it or not. Might as well try and get to know him, even if he is no Lorraine, no Silk, no Nanette.
"You're taller in person," she begins casually as Avoxes fill their glasses with pink champagne and serve entrees underneath their noses. "They tell me the opposite around here."
She bites her tongue, swallowing down a desperate desire to ask about what happened in Six. Twelve sets of eyes, she blinks softly and continues.
"But I find it's good to be underestimated. You end up surprising people."— ★ —