#ambroslal

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@ambroslal sent: ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ( domi + snow )

he situates himself in front of the mirror in domitila's studio. the games haven't begun yet but he had commissioned the stylist to make him a suit for the crowning ceremony. ( his assistant technically did, but the president was a busy man. ) " it's lovely. the last stylist i hired could not tell the difference between cerulean and slate. this is the perfect shade. " he chuckles like it was a ridiculous error on the other stylist's end. the blue is light. from that to his skin and hair, everything about him was pale. he's far from the young coryo who mentored tributes in the arena.

" my wife is who recommended you, miss domitila. she was delighted with how you dressed her previously. " he's making small talk, though there's truth in it. livia marveled for days after. conversations over dinner droned on about it. somewhere in their marriage, she heard the phrase: happy life, happy wife. he found her utterly dull, but she made for proper, marriage material.

[fatefought]

@ambroslal sent: ❛ I can’t imagine how exhausting it must’ve been, always comparing yourself to someone so beautiful and smart. ❜ maize + domi (JSKLAJSKLAJ)

they're on opposite ends of the room. sage's expression is soft and light ; for once, maize's face isn't a mirror of her twin's own. words cut deep, like the a sharpened knife slicing more as it's retrieved from a massacred back. ( you get used to it, ) the words linger in the back of her throat. but there's a smugness to domitila, one which makes the tribute refuse to air the vulnerability. she can serve aloof as well if that's the taste of capitol. " why do you ask concerned about playing second fiddle to the stylist from twelve again ? oh don't worry, i'm sure he's long forgotten about now, right ? "

[fatefought]

@ambroslal sent: ❛ I don’t know what you’re so scared of. You’ve already got blood on your hands. ❜ domi + annie (JSKLAJSKL)

words hit harsher than a slap. if truth hurt, then this was quite the bite. it's been six months since she left the arena. she hid away in four as long as she could before being thrown back on the train. she had made it through seeing all the districts, looking at the faces of the loved ones of the other twenty-three tributes. her chest is heavy more times than it isn't. sometimes she'd hardly made it back on the train before having an episode ; tears, heavy breathing, and terror flashing before her. it's a surprise to herself that she hasn't had one in the capitol yet.

the restroom was meant to be a solace, a temporary break from her party. it's a moment away from being paraded around as some notable woman from the districts. being made to talk about the unnecessary brutality that came with having the games made her sick. she almost looks like one of them, donning this shimmery gown in a mixture of blue, green, and purple. ( like a mermaid, her stylist so fondly stated. ) like the entire estate and crowd, it's sufficating. " you make it sound like it's something to be proud of. "

[fatefought]

@ambroslal sent: MUSE : for one muse to model for the other’s art project.

the soreness she felt was different than the usual stiffness from a long day in the fields. she supposes a day of wielding axes, swords, and other weapons will do that to a person. arriving at domitila's studio was the second thing she done after completing the first day of training ; the first was debriefing sage on what she'd seen. the twins were suppose to come together. the stylist was a friend of her twin's after all. " sage wanted me to personally apologize. turns out her husband can't hold his liquor much anymore, and she's nursing him back to health after the gala. " it's too much information, yes. there's an absurdity to it all ; she was never a fan of her brother in law.

she'd spoken briefly to domitila yesterday. and though capitolite latched onto every bite of her, the stylist was a lot easier to stomach than most here. directness was more respectable than the blissful ignorance or blatant gawking displayed by a majority of the city's elite. she takes a moment to let her eyes wander along the artistry displayed throughout domitila's workspace. frocks and designs littered the room. it's significantly less gaudy than any of the agriculture related outfits her stylist has verbalized. " so how do you want me ? " the question is vague enough. maize had simply been told to come, not much details otherwise. and though this might have caused an annoyance to be felt, at least it was a brief distraction from her eminent gloom.

[fatefought]

@ambroslal sent: why are you so unhappy? ( domi + haymitch )

haymitch was leaning against a wall. caesar was to be conducting interviews within the hour, and most tribute teams were backstage. effie, cinna, and portia were working their magic. katniss and peeta were giving the talk show host an exclusive ( which the escort and two stylists had also primped, preened, and buffed them for. ) at this point, abernathy was there for moral support. neither tributes from twelve were much talkers thankfully. " well aren't you awfully nosy. "

he can take the directness though. the stylist from one likes to skirt around the questions she actually wants to ask. he doesn't care for politeness, especially the fake kind. " i'm not though. it'd just be nice if we could fast forward through the next three hours. " there were plenty of places he'd rather be. preferably he'd be back in the penthouse, but discussing strategy with those from twelve would take an easy, second place spot.

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@ambroslal | continued from here

people from the city are always more civil and well-mannered. it's much easier to socialize with them than those in the districts. the young coryo has been buried six feet under mentally. very few around him remember him prior to become starbo plinth's heir ; he will keep it that way. a satisfied smile situates under a white mustache as he listens to the district two stylist. it is quite the honor and domitila parades it well. the career district she styles have the theatrics and adoration they deserve. " i think everyone has a role to fill, " he levels. no reason for him to acknowledge the gratitude with something as menial as a your welcome.

" i have a tremendous respect for those who are willing to do anything required to fulfill it. a strong drive often is what separates great potential from mediocrity. " and domitila does not come short in that realm. the president had indulged family of those with influence in the past ; in the capitol, many want a seat at the table with the hunger games. many seem to fail his expectations.

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@ambroslal sent: ❛ Well, mainly, I’ve just been trying to channel you, so I’ve been being dark and deadpan. ❜ domi + haymitch

haymitch puts a hand on his chest, in a pantomimed, faux appreciation of her words. he casually disregards the flippancy that drips from them. " well i'm sure that's made you even more popular, domitila, " he notes. in his time as a part of the district twelve team, he's found that people from the city who take part in roles such as makeup teams, stylists, escorts, etc. are almost a different breed from other capitolites. his distain for the capitol does not carry the same weight against them. most are blinded, and some have even joined the rebel's side. the effort to interact with them is significantly less. " don't you know i'm the life of the party ? "