#꒰ 🌼 ꒱ — 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒂 ﹕ one ．

[gcmmislapsis]

꒰ 🌼 ꒱ — closed starter ﹕ @d1rect0r

running in circles playing pretend was exhausting , and right about now cashmere was dreaming of a warm bath and a moment to rest before the hell of the next few weeks started : the parade was stressful for everyone , the week of training the tributes and prepping them for interviews was worse ( and if she was unlucky , she'd get roped into doing a victor special with caesar again ) , and by the time the countdown started she knew she'd barely eat or sleep until she either had a victor to console or coffins to present back in district one . the thought weighed on her , it always did , and she'd just managed to stop for a moment to eat a bite of food when someone caught her attention . there was really no reason for cash to be surprised — everyone who was anyone ( or adjacent ) ended up at these parties and cressida was definitely a part of that circle , but it was always odd to watch someone else in this environment . the last time they'd seen each other had been a little more than two weeks ago , and the slight shame cash always felt when she showed up at her doorstep was pushed aside as it always was — there was no point in dwelling on the harder nights , not now . instead she piled some more macaroons on her plate and made her way over , a genuine smile on her lips as she approached . " you look like you're having fun . macaroon ? " she really didn't , but neither was cash and wasn't that always the punchline ?