̼ .. 𝑎͟ !!

@soverlars    [she takes her sweet time,  strolling over to the very closet that hung two    ..abstract,   yet beautiful dresses that could potentially make an appearance later in the week.   she tilts her head,   taking the liberty to examine every inch of fabric before her.   they surely were dresses you would never see at a gala of this importance,   they’d be considered provocative and would most certainly cause a spectacle     ..yet cyra never strayed from controversy.   in fact,   she loved the idea of seeing the older,   yet more conservative guests head spin upon jackie’s entrance]   dark green.   the hot pink isn’t in season and would drain you out.   the green compliments you better in this season

[ a hand motions towards the dresses hanging on the hooks above her closet. a green dress that would surely send the writers into a frenzy and a pink one so revealing that it’d send a poor old lady into a heart attack. both made by jackie herself. ]  those two.  i made the dark sea green one a few months ago and the other was sometime during the summer but i never got around to wearing it. 

@soverlars   ugh.   [once she pulls away,  cyra was quick to readjust her blazer,  dusting away any potential germs or dirt that could’ve been left on her clothes.   she readjusts her face,   forcing a tight lipped smile with squinted eyes as her hands claps before her frame]    good,   perfect.    now i’d like to know before we proceed further,   what dresses do you have in mind?   

@astronaura      and yet      ..you’re talking now.   so leave,   you hobbit.   your presence is disrupting my peace and quiet 

@spacediva    of course they have,   but none that have asked are simply up to my caliber.   i have standards,   and that won’t change even for a gala     ..i will happily go alone in all my glory if need be.   [the last week,  she had been bombarded with offers,   handful of men asking her to be their date to the gala.   anyone who knew her would be able to tell you that she didn’t politely decline.   in fact,   she made sure they felt belittled and stupid for even thinking they had the audacity to ask her of all people.   with a shrug,  she then shoots her a smile through the mirror,  allowing herself to take in how the fabric clung perfectly against her frame.   the dress looked absolutely perfect on her,   and cyra silently wishes that sigyn would choose that lucky dress to reiterate her speech in front of a vast crowd.  and there cyra would be,  tapping her glass of champagne and cheering her on from the crowd]    you could always ask ares     ..i’m sure he wouldn’t say no.   he’s obviously obligated to attend,   as much as he may dread it.   might ease the anxiety and little bit,   attending with a good friend.

@stoiqrc  [and that is responded to with a shrug.  if cyra knew what she was, and she did, then sigyn really had nothing to worry about.  a dress would be retrieved from the bed, then another.  she stood for a good minute before the mirror changing the two to see which of them she liked,  mouthing portions of the very speech she was meant to speak come the day of the gala.   it was both exciting and unnerving, she had never done a speech before]    /my/ date?      no.    [she’d step away and would do the same thing again with the other two dresses. angling her head so the fabric would press perfect against her front.  then, from their focus on the blue gown, her eyes dart to meet cyra’s face through the mirror’s reflection,  lifting a single shoulder in a slight shrug]    i’d be well entertained with the food, i think..           what about you?   i’m sure one has already asked..    or three    (..) seven

@spacediva     none of these dresses are provocative and ultimately media worthy    ..not in a negative sense,   anyways.   i would like to think all three of these would be approved by your mother.   in fact,   she’d love them.   [while sigyn’s niche was combat training,   and ares’s was quite literally anything else,    cyra abernathy took pride in her precise eye for fashion.   never once had she failed a friend she dressed up for an important gala.   in fact,   all they would ever get was showered in compliments.   she knew sigyn well enough now to pinpoint her exact style in dresses,   especially for gala’s,   and she believed that at least one of these would be the perfect fit]    don’t be silly,   these will definitely fit.   in fact,  the fabric will hug you in places you had never deemed possible yet it’ll be the most flattering you’ve ever been.   trust me,   i know what i’m talking about.   but speaking of galas     ..have you asked anyone in particular to be your date?

[  she takes in cyra’s words and it’s clear because a silence surrounds them. it’s somewhat true..  middle class was just that. better than the outskirts but would never amount to that of crowne. and she had came to live with that, it was her entire reason for her actions in the first place.  ares’ was different—-  he had treated jackie with an a kindness that was rare in most crowne kids, had opened her up in ways that she didn’t think possible. wouldn’t even be surprised if he knew her better than she knew herself.  but it was the game she played..  it was always the same. the tension in her shoulders would ease as she slouches slightly and with a soft laugh, ]   you’re right and i wanted what i got. so, in the end—- it doesn’t really matter.  

@soverlars     i suggest you don’t,   because even then you’ll never find the girl you’re looking for.   [she was no fool,   especially when you spend so much time with the same group of people for long periods of time you learn a lot about them,   whether you want to or not.   she,  unfortunately,   knew a lot about jackie’s current boy toy.   she was also aware of what ares was aware about and what he wasn’t     ..which was surely used to her advantage]    a middle city girl like yourself     ..finding the likes of the grand president’s son      —-he’s no fool,   jackie.   he’s well aware of your initial intentions      ..whether they’ve remained the same or not.    you know what they say though,   varying class couples don’t work     —-because if they did?   there would be one social class

god  [  jackie sits onto the small ottoman in front of cyra, she’s only ever had a conversation with the other girl a few times. mostly to ask about what shampoo she uses, or what perfume she spritz on. you know.. girl stuff.  ]   a valid opinion,  it’s actually so humbling.  i am never doing this again.  

(ps!!!   don’t put her in the same category as her crazy aunt thanks!!)

⠀⠀         “NO  WEIRDO  FORMED  AGAINST  ME
                             SHALL  PROSPER”    
            ARTS  OF  ARTEMIS  BOOK  II,   CYRA  ANDROMEDA  ABERNATHY.    daughter  of  the  crowne.