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Gloss sat the glass down atop the table, sighing heavily. "Man, you know I love her to death," and he did. It was no secret he adored his sister, nor that he'd kill for her if the need arose. "But it's been over a decade since we've had to be together twenty-four seven for more than a few days. She's driving me insane." With fewer parties to attend, fewer events overall, it meant they were cooped up in their shared apartment more often than he'd like. He just needed room to breathe.
"They'd overpower us," he stated. Ana and Lydia together were one thing, Ana and Cash another. Put all three of them together and he might just truly be terrified. He waved his hand though, as if dismissing the idea. For now. He might just get desperate enough to push his sister off on Marius's wife.
"No matter though, how've things been?" It'd been a bit since he'd last reached out to Marius, not having done so this games cycle and then things had hit the fan and he couldn't seem to get a minute away. At least not that wasn't already occupied. "Is business still keeping up?"
When did Marius ever refuse the invitation of sharing a drink or two with a friend? Only perhaps when there was some kind of company crisis. Or familial. But when did that ever occur. At the starting days of the business, Marius had fully committed himself to it; determined to make it a success. Now that it was a success, his efforts were rarely necessary. He had a guy for everything now.
So it was easy to interrupt an ever ongoing boring meeting with some designers fighting over whether the color of the season should be turquoise or ocean blue with the announcement that something important just came up. He wouldn't be questioned. Besides, he would let Lydia decide on the color later. She enjoyed being involved like that.
A scoff tumbled in the back of his throat, a smile stretching at his lips. "What can I say - I know an important message when I see one." He sat down at the opposite end of the booth, a brow arching upwards before a laugh rolled off his tongue. "I'd imagine our old amber companion would be enough to raise your spirits, but you, my friend, look miserable - all doom and gloom." Marius nodded to the waiter and signaled with his hand that he would like a glass of whatever Gloss was having. "Did Cashy finally break your spirits? Lydia asked for her now that Ana's not here, but that seems like dangerous waters I don't wanna dip my toes in."
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The longer he was stuck in the Capitol the easier things seemed to get on his nerves. He hadn't seen his wife nor his child in over two months. His sister had been a near constant companion and while he reminded himself multiple times daily that he loved her, she was beginning to grade on his nerves as well. He truly needed a moment away, out, to clear his mind and just be. So he'd gone out.
Gloss had already been at his favored bar, tucked away in his favored booth tucked away in a back corner when he'd shot his friend a message asking if he wanted to join him. He'd included a picture of his tumbler of whiskey as if that were the main enticement to joining him. After all, how many bottles of the amber liquid had the two shared over the years? Then it'd just been a waiting game to see how long it'd take his friend to join him.
"Sure didn't take you long at all," he commented when a shadow fell over his table, drawing his attention to Marius as he motioned for the other to join him.
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[Caesar, propo] Were you close to Gleam? Were you as shocked by her death as the rest of us? Those terrible rebels have no morals. They'll take down anyone for the sake of it.
He's quiet for a moment. "Many of us are close in One." He was perhaps more aloof than most, but watching Gleam be killed on screen had perhaps hit a little too close to home. Ferro being announced interim mayor even closer. There were so many things he wanted to do, the least of which was being here in front of this camera and this man while he spoke about the rebels having no morals. Gloss didn't believe the rebels had killed Gleam, but of course he could also be wrong.
"Yes, I will say I was shocked by her death, Caesar. Weren't we all?" He knew to watch his words. His wife's uncle might be the mayor in One, but that didn't mean his family was safe. That didn't mean Ana and Halo and Cash wouldn't meet the same fate as Gleam if he spoke the thoughts running around his mind.
"There are certainly some who lack morals," he'd agree, but he wouldn't agree it was the rebels. He couldn't really argue that those who lacked the morals were the ones in power, the ones who placed bets on children, who forced children to fight to the death, who then sold and bought many of the survivors of those fights. No, if he spoke those truths aloud well his family and himself would simply become another 'accident' in a long string of 'accidents' that were just more testimony to those who lacked morals. "It's a pity to see."
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[Character Building]: Was joining the rebellion worth it?
Gloss is still unsure of his answer on this particular question. He wants to believe that it is worth it. Wants to believe that the idea of having a better future for his daughter, his daughter never faced with the cruelties of the hunger games or even worse yet - those particular cruelties he and his sister know too well, that it would be worth it. At the same time he fears the repurcussions. He fears what will happen if the rebellion fails. He has too many people he cares for and so it is a constant internal battle for Gloss of whether or not it's worth it. If the rebellion wins, he will be able to say with certainty that it was worth it. That the fear and worry would be worth it.
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he is silent as she asks about his wife and child coming to the capitol. he does not want them to join him. has not wanted them to join him in the capitol at all. he had been forced once, some capitol magazine insistent on a photoshoot of his newborn daughter. he would not bring them back to the capitol again, not if he had any say. now getting them to thirteen, he would do that if he could find a way. he feared they were not any safer back in district one than they would be if they were in the capitol. instead, to fill his silence, he too takes a sip from the crystal in his hand.
"i think it's been longer than twenty years, cashy." he instead latches onto her complaints of not getting to paint his nails. "i promise i stopped letting you paint my nails before we hit teenhood." and he had stopped when the other boys at the academy had started making comments on it. "would it make you feel better if i let you paint them now?" there were no more teenage boys to make jokes and it wasn't like the people of the capitol had any room to judge. they altered their bodies in all manner of ways.
he is quiet for another moment, resting his head back against the back of the couch. "i have a meeting in the morning," he admits the reason he is up still, the reason he is plagued with the inability to sleep. they both know what those words mean. "even a bloody war doesn't stop the rich and greedy."
She looks up when the programme she is watching is flicked off in favor of something else, giving her brother a dirty look as he comments on her choice of show. "Shut it, I missed that show today," she huffed, reaching for the remote once more, but honestly not fighting her brother hard for it. She doesn't care. There are sure to be reruns again. The fight for the remote is completely given up when he offers her a glass of whiskey.
Cash huffs and flops back into the couch with the glass of whiskey, sipping from it as he asks about home. "I don't know. I just wish things could get back to normal." She tilts her head to the side, glances at him for a moment. "You should see is Snow would let Halo and Ana come here. I wouldn't mind some fellow women to hang around here with. I mean you're cool and all, but you haven't let me paint your nails in like twenty years." A pout crossed her features, teasing of course, but it's true. She'd truly enjoy seeing her niece and sister-in-law again, but she also knew Gloss preferred to keep them out of the spotlight and everything the two of them dealt with in the Capitol. It was one thing to know your family was sold, it was another to have to watch as they had to leave and even another to see them when they returned. It was a story she and Gloss knew all to well, knew from both side. She wouldn't wish that knowledge on Anastasia, not knowing some of their clients.
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he moves across the flat. it is late, but he is unable to sleep and it seems his sister struggles with the same ailment. he snags the remote and flicks the channel to something other than reruns of flickerman's show. "he'll rot your brain with all his gossipy drivel." he commented, raising a brow and then moving to retrieve his favored bottle of whiskey.
with two glasses in one hand and the bottle of whiskey in the other, he moved to take up the empty space next to her on the couch. he's quiet for a moment, pouring himself a glass and then her a glass. "how do you think things are going at home? they're right shit here." he can't help but to think halo and anastasia back home. why hadn't he insisted they come with him? at least then he would know that his daughter and wife were safe.
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Faceclaim: Bill Skarsgard Name: Gloss Resplendence Age: 32 Gender: Cis-man Home: One Role: Victor, mentor, uncover rebel Personality: Protective, Captivating, Perceptive, Aloof, Focused Song: Demons by Imagine Dragons
Tw: prostitution
Born to parents in District One, Gloss’s life was already planned out for him. He’d grow up doted upon, but also put into training at the Academy as soon as he could. A Victor’s Crown always on the horizon, always dancing in his eyes. It was what he was born for.
His sister being born less than a year after he, however, was not in the plan. She’d be raised much the same however, but he’d be the one always protective, always looking out. He might be less than a year older, but she was his baby sister.
Growing up together at the Academy, they’d be each other’s best opponent. Sibling rivalry took on a whole new meaning when you grew up in District One, when you were sent to the Academy to train with your little sister in tow. Always trying to outdo one another, unless set about to tag team another duo.
His turn finally came to volunteer and just as he’d been told he would do from birth, Gloss came out of the arena victorious. But victory held a thin veil to protect secrets of the further traumas inflicted upon the desirable, the show stopping, the beautiful victors of the Hunger Games. Gloss would know these traumas before he’d even return home, being forced to entertain his first client while waiting on the train back home.
By the time Gloss would return to One, his sister was already given the green light to volunteer the next year. He’d try to talk Cashmere out of volunteering. The life he now lived, while glamorous on the outside, was full on darkness behind closed doors, darkness he’d never want her to know. She’d never agree to not volunteer and so he’d be forced to watch as she too fought to live. He didn’t know which fate was worse: living as a victor, undoubtably desirable or death.
He’d struggle for years to form any sort of relationship outside of his family, however finally falling in love with a woman from home. Together they’d welcome a daughter in the winter of 68. It is for her that he, instead of rat the rebellion out when he first heard whispers, is working with the rebellion in secret.
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During the filming of John Wick: Chapter 4, actor Bill Skarsgård portrayed the Marquis de Gramont thinking of him as someone who came from an impoverished background before rising through the High Table's ladder to achieve a high-ranking position that allows him to savor a wealth he didn't have before, hence his tendency to savor the glittery suits he wears in most of his scenes. Whether this backstory is canon or not is unknown.
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