She excuses herself from Hanji and from the food table, feeling like the only Tribute Reaped who can properly force a smile at being her District's favorite. Everyone else is reacting with the horror and dread that is, if apt for the situation, less than camera-friendly.
Venus will save her fears - and they are growing, the more she tries to figure out what angle the Capitol's playing at, the more certain she is that they'll kill her to send a message - for when she's in private, and then she'll be neat and boring with them and no one will be the wiser. There is comfort in calculation. It's a hearty shield against vulnerability in the face of the predator taking the names from Mindy.
She slips through the crowd in a latex dress, on heels that bring her up to eye level with most of the men in the Arena, with a glass of alcohol she hasn't been drinking despite the lipstick she's left along the rim. Her eyes are sharp under the gold makeup on her face, looking for people like a hawk watches for the movement of mice.
She goes and she finds her people: Maximus, Ellie, Kankri, Wyatt, Courfeyrac, Guy. And Enjolras.
Venus Dee Milo | Closed
Venus will save her fears - and they are growing, the more she tries to figure out what angle the Capitol's playing at, the more certain she is that they'll kill her to send a message - for when she's in private, and then she'll be neat and boring with them and no one will be the wiser. There is comfort in calculation. It's a hearty shield against vulnerability in the face of the predator taking the names from Mindy.
She slips through the crowd in a latex dress, on heels that bring her up to eye level with most of the men in the Arena, with a glass of alcohol she hasn't been drinking despite the lipstick she's left along the rim. Her eyes are sharp under the gold makeup on her face, looking for people like a hawk watches for the movement of mice.
She goes and she finds her people: Maximus, Ellie, Kankri, Wyatt, Courfeyrac, Guy. And Enjolras.