-ˋˏ ₊˚⊹♡ ──────── 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙽 ⁝becoming the ideal and losing yourself in the process , born to be a plot twist in a world of predictable stories , an apple meant to destroy dynasties , untethering yourself from everything you recognize , sacrifices brought to the alter burned for an uncaring god & embracing the darkness to become limitless
✦ LILY-ROSE DEPP, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ SOLEA REN the TWENTY-SEVEN year old ASSISTENT TO THE MAYOR / ESCORT has been in Hidehill for SIX YEARS. Whispers on the streets are that the FRIEND to Sydney Love lives in HOVE LAKE and are said to be DEBONAIR and RETICENT but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.
CHAPTERS
[1] growing up had never been easy for you. your parents were never able to give what you needed. love was given only in reward for the things you never quite cared for. giving them what they wanted, had always been difficult. getting what you desired was even more hard. you never came eye to eye with them and neither of you had any desire of changing the way you were. money was only there at the beginning of them month. it was always spend on frivolous things, nothing to ever maintain you. it therefore become a cold hard truth from a very early age that you were only ever going to provide for yourself, they would never be able to.
[2] the more you grew up, how harder it became to remain in a safe space. your father always had a way of using violence to get you and your mother line. yet the violence let to unfortunate events. your mother was the victim and passed away too early. the violence was easy to suffer through once you gotten a grip on your emotions. they would be tucked away in need little cabins inside your mind. if organized, your life was peachy. once in disarray, you would spiral. the death of your mother did do just that.
[3] the older you got, the more beautiful you became, how more difficult it became for your father to face you. while gifted with beauty, it was beauty that reminded him too much of your mother. the grief always took away his conscious mind, most certainly once the liquor started to flow. a man without a love, is a man without humanity any longer. you always knew you needed a way out, you just were too young to make the leap to leave.
[4] at 18 the boys cannot keep their eyes from you. they get infatuated by you, only for your looks, never for the person you were. you start to realize how easy it is to manipulate them into doing everything you wanted and desired. suddenly doors would open for you in ways they had never before. it was easy for you to use them, after all love was a concept you never understood. yet they never truly saw you for who you truly were, never wanted you for the right reasons. you therefore remained in the darkness to only gain what you need.
[5] somehow love did cross your path, against all the odds and all the pain. he saw you for who you were, trusted you beyond believe and would have given you the world. yet there always remained a pit of unfulfilled desires and needs. therefore once given the opportunity at 21 to leave your life behind as you knew it and start over, you take it without thinking twice.
[6] you leave, you change your name and do not look back once. you make the money, you build the reputation and keep the dirty little secret of your past and present. the escort life comes easy, yet you brain needs to be stimulated in ways the job cannot provide. you work your way up and make the right connections through your secret line of work. they provide you with the legal front that keeps you hidden, while you toy with the hearts of men. you always saw them as objects, a way to make ends meet. now all you ever wanted is easily given. that doesn't mean the pain from your past isn't there. it is just contained in your little mind library in need little sections to never be touched again.
"What do you think?" Briar held out her wrist with her latest fresh tattoo in honour of her best friend. "Do you think she'd like it? Is it tacky? Please don't say it's tacky.. it's kinda too late if it is." Briar looked exhsausted, she'd not been getting much sleep but who could really blame her with the recent events?
SLENDER DIGITS trace the outline of the tattoo lazily. her gaze avoided the gaze filled with sleep deprivation and grief knowing she was taking it harder then most. “ it is simple and timeless. i think she would have liked it. ” perhaps it wasn't her place to confirm nor deny this statement, yet she hoped it gave a sense of comfort.