sylvie made,

IN AN IMAGE, IN A DREAM.

[sylviemaude]

capitol stylist sylvie maude presents sylviemade —— # SYLVIEMAUDE, AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER ORIGINALLY BASED WITHIN THE HUNGER GAMES UNIVERSE WITH ALTERNATE VERSES AND A GENERAL FANDOMLESS ARC. TWENTY1+ ONLY. BY BRI, 27, SHE/HER.

+ slides (wip), temporary bio, prompts, aesthetics. + blogroll: lastroute, inmontana, silverspath, tesserv. + affiliated with: the60th and serenaid.

[serenaid]

... "come now, sylvie " i turn to glance over my shoulder at the stylist for our district, one of the few i could perhaps consider a confidant, and one of the few hailing from HOME whose company i don't find exhausting. "i thought you could fix anything." smirk takes my mouth as i peer down at her, the pedestal ( how ironic ) i'm standing on putting me just a couple feet above her ... i hiss through my teeth as my body is jostled, pulled towards sylvie as she stitches me into this godforsaken garb. "i can't breathe in this fucking thing." i scowl as i turn back to the mirror, floor to ceiling and in a set of three for angles- i glare at myself and turn it on the other's woman's reflection, only partially visible behind me. i am in the WORST of moods. "i know this ridiculous outfit wasn't your design. this screams eobard. if you were to ruin it beyond salvation, i would be eternally grateful."

` you're lucky i can fix this ... @sylviemaude

[sylviemaude]

"testy, testy— you're testy today, are we?" sylvie tsk'ed with a click of her tongue from behind her front teeth to the bottom of her mouth, pressing it along the gum line as she honed in on the minor details through the glass of the mirror. "i can fix anything and you know it." her hand curls over her chin in thought. "though you've given me the beautifully wicked idea to irreparably destroy what should never have been on your body to begin with. what was he thinking?! what were you thinking, doll?" it wasn't tailored in any of the ways that she, personally, would tailor a style to niamh. then again, nobody quite knows the blonde like she does. not as a tribute nor as a victor. pride aside too. A HARD THING FOR SYLVIE -- every time she opens her mouth it practically pools out of her mouth. oozes from the seams of her making. she pulls the thread in tight, snapping niamh closer to her, and with a quick SNIP SNIP of her scissors it loosens around her abdomen. "by the time i'm through you'll breathe as good as a babes first breath! you'll practically wail with freedom!" it's an absurd way to make a promise, but she's never claimed to be shy in her eccentricity. "and it will be eobard's design no longer."

[sm4llville]

" how many times do i have to tell you to leave, sylvie? " his heart isn't in it, though there isn't much left there to begin with. ONLY A SHELL OF HIMSELF NOW, benoit has retreated to the darkness of his own residence —  the only thing he still feels like he possesses —  and speaks to her through the locked door of his abode. she can't see him, not like this. she'd known a different man, an unbroken one. what would she think of these shattered pieces? however would she love them?

benoit punches the door he is sure she leans against, letting his frustration ride the very last of his energy to push her away. safer for her, safer for him. " GO, DAMN YOU! LEAVE ME! "

@sylviemaude ❋ HIRED MR. BLANC'S SERVICES.

[sylviemaude]

how apt she was once to give in to his every wish, out of love- and how quick she will not bend to what he seemingly is trying to command now- once again, out of love. "that's something i just cannot do, my darling." she insists, with a tone that sounds much more like she's pleading with him to let her in. "and as many times as you tell me, i will tell you. my answer won't change." he's no stranger to her stubbornness, but more than just loving him, sylvie is brimming with worry for him. knows she has every right to be too.

though she flinches, her fingertips press harder into the door where they rest next to her forehead against it. "benny, please." sylvie taps twice, thrice upon the wood that separates them. "i will sit out here all night if i must. i've worn the right clothes! just because you choose to remain alone behind that door doesn't mean i will simply leave you to it. i refuse to allow you to suffer completely on your own."

[casanovawrites]

rp sentence prompts from the society, season 1 — (part 2 of 2)

i sort of like losing track of time.

so, do you? have all you need?

i kind of think it’s actually kind of hopeful.

our parents are still alive. they’re just someplace else, and we have to figure out a way back to them.

there’s got to be a way to get back. doors work both ways.

i really feel like we’ve just been given some hope.

i miss my parents giving me a hard time.

what if there are wolves and bears in the woods?

i avoided you. i was caught up in being straight.

did you ever notice me before?

who died and left you in charge?

i told you, people are not fine. they might be quiet, but that’s not the same thing. they’re scared. and they’re angry.

i want to die. it’s okay. i won’t feel like this.

tell my parents i’m sorry.

i really thought i was gonna die.

you were always a terrible patient.

i’m stoic and tough.

last time you had a cold, you bitched so much you gave it to me.

who’s so angry that they’d try to kill people?

you guys left me in the dark forever.

i want someone else here. you’re creeping me out.

i am allowed to make a political statement. dissent isn’t a crime. 

coincidences happen.

how do you want to live? what about us?

there’s nothing in this place that i want.

you’re afraid of me. everyone’s always afraid of me.

does it make sense? or am i just doing something to do something?

can i sleep here?

you don’t look so impressed.

can we just, for a second, pretend i know what i’m doing?

what, you’re just done with her and onto me?

i thought i knew how i felt and what i wanted. but i didn’t. 

the idea of losing you… i didn’t think i could feel that way about anyone. 

i can’t stop thinking about you. so that’s what that was last night.

you look like shit, by the way.

i’m scared all the time.

i’ve done terrible things. 

this time is going to be different. you’re gonna be more careful.

since when are you superstitious? we can’t think like that right now. it’s a big world.

i am hopeful. but you haven’t seen what i’ve seen.

it’s weird that we never really knew each other in high school.

i’m the wrong person to fuck with, you know?

there aren’t a lot of people who would show up for me like that.

things are fine the way they are. why are you risking this now?

there’s a lot of big decisions i have to make. i don’t want people to think we’re making them together. i don’t want you to think we’re making them together. because they’re my decisions, and i have to make them alone.

just because you decided to show up doesn’t mean it’s a good time for me.

the world changed. it isn’t about what you want or what i want. 

i don’t trust myself to be with you the way i want to be with you.

who the fuck are you to decide what i’m good at?

sometimes i wonder if there’s another version of this world where we’re friends.

if i was home, i’d just get on a bus or a train and go. but there’s no way. there’s no way from here.

i just wanna die. i just wanted to be dead.

we had to forget everything we learned about what life owed us.

you’re right. i’m not in control.

what does it feel like to starve? it’s really slow and painful, isn’t it?

you would eat me? 

there’s not enough of us to eat. we’d buy ourselves maybe a month or two.

if we come back without an answer, people aren’t gonna wait around to starve. we’ll kill each other first for the food that’s there.

has anyone asked, ever, ‘are you okay with any of this?’

fuck off. i don’t need a nanny.

do people just come when you snap your fingers?

you don’t get to demand an audience with me. you’re lucky i showed up.

you’re half right about everything. you know that? and that’s worse than being wrong. that makes you dangerous.

i need power to get things done, but i hate it. and you will too.

i can decide what i think. but i can’t decide that i’m right.

we’re not gonna ask for power. we’re gonna take it.

are you a fucking hero? i don’t think so.

i never had any idea what i wanted to do.

maybe we’re being punished for what our parents did.

maybe we’re here, and there’s no there anymore.

it’s fucking terrifying. we’re just not saying the stuff out loud that we’re afraid of.

do you think we might actually be lucky?

what we have is built on trust, nothing else.

i’m willing to lose out every once in a while. it’s better than chaos.

what are you when you’re on your own, if you really think about it?

i’m sorry if i made you feel like i think less of you. 

you’re still warm, and i’m a little bit lonely. do you mind?

part of me just wishes we could stay out here in the woods. i don’t want so much noise.

no, fuck you. fuck you. i’m not afraid of you anymore.

i want to pull the strings a bit, that’s all.

it gets bad. but it’s not gonna get that bad.

i know what you’re thinking. ‘what am i doing, this isn’t me.’ but it is you. that’s how fast it happens.

[sylviemaude]

bear with me while i work on uploading an actual full length bio but for now may i direct you to this short lil blurb about sylvie from my multi xoxoxo

[sylviemaude]

THE SHADOWS AND THE THINGS THEY HIDE .. THE LIGHTS AND THE THINGS THEY HIDE .. the hunger games original character, sylvie maude, with alternate universes and a fandomless arc available. twenty1+ only. by bri.