#dami. interaction

[parheliion]

starter: closed where: the tribute ball, snow’s mansion who: dami & peeta ( @reblrths )

IT HAD SLIPPED. usually, dami was good at hiding the inner turmoil, at hiding the ‘broken’ behind a perfectly created mask that every victor had formed to some degree. sure, a crack or two might show, but the sound of firework after firework was too much. the thundering over the mansion was too much, and his mind had rocketed back to his arena. fleeing through rubble of streets, avoiding shrapnel, trying to stay alive and being driven to kill. you’re a killer, they want you dead, they want you all dead, you’re a pawn, you’re a monster you’re a monster you’re a monster. as he sat on the ground in a secluded part of the mansion, everyone outside watching the display, dami’s breathing was coming out in quick, hyperventilated breaths as tears rolled down his cheeks and his body trembled in terror. he was back in the arena. he had to be. it was some trick, all of this time? had to have been some trackerjacker halucination and he was still in the middle of his own games. that was the only explanation, right? dami was lost inside his own panic, unable to hear whoever approached.

[parheliion]

starter: closed where: the tribute ball who: dami & juniper ( @rebellicnrising )

normality is what was expected of them, and if there was one thing that dami was good at when it came to the capitol, it was wearing a mask. true, it was getting harder to wear it with each passing day, but dami was trying his best. breaking away from a stylist who was wittering in his ear about something to do with a blend of new colours and fabric combinations, he grew tired of pretending that he actually cared what they had to say. his eyes spied someone dear to him-- and he needed to be near her at that point. “sorry, if you’ll excuse me, i’ve got to go speak to june. mentor things, you understand.” he says with a sly little wink and a grin of his winning smile as he breaks away from the capitolite. it’s not long before he’s gently tapping at juniper’s shoulder with a light laugh. something he has to force under such duress that the capitol have put them through that night. “’scuse me, mind if i have this dance?” he asks, extending a hand for her to take if she so wished.

[parheliion]

starter: closed where: the ball, snow’s mansion who: dami & curio ( @gladiatefm​ )

morphling was a substance that many knew, many were fearful to touch but was in abundance within the capitol. it was used to numb aches and pains, and could be a danger to those who used it in excess. as he found himself in a quiet hallway of the mansion, he knew that utlimately there was no way in hell he was truly ever alone in the capitol. it’s something he hated about being in the city. in some respect, in some way, he always had to have his guard up. but he found that guard slipping in the moment, staring down at the small bottle and sterile needle laying in his lap. the buzzing in his head was thunderous, loud, so loud that he hadn’t heard the footsteps approach. instead, as a shadow discended upon him, dami felt himself jump and clutch the bottle tighter in an attempt to hide it. “-- curio. what’s up?” he said, voice shaking slightly as he struggled to regain his carefully crafted mask of professionality.

[parheliion]

starter: closed where: the tribute ball, snow’s gardens who: dami & alexander ( @riiseandfall​ )

more than anything, dami was attempting to keep things together purely for others benefit. the last thing that people needed, the last thing they most likely wanted, was to see ‘the smiley boy from eight’s true colours. that’s why he’d come to the far reclusive part of the mansion in the gardens. behind some large white rose bushes that smelled sickly sweet, and had a horrible falseness. a symbol of the capitol itself. rounding the corner as he paced, he spied alex and his heart sank. a perfect score, a target on his back and a show in the making it looked like.  “hey…” dami spoke softly, crouching down by the other, offering them a drink from the glass that really he was only holding to keep his hands from twitching and tapping anything they came in contact with. “want some company? i can leave if you wanna be alone. i mean, i’d understand if you did.”

[parheliion]

starter: open where: the tribute ball, snow’s mansion

things felt like static. buzzy buzz buzz loud too loud so loud voices together crashing making head feel like— they always did when dami was close to feeling panicked, close to a meltdown of catastrophic proportions. true, he knew how to hide behind a mask and pretend that he was fine within the capitol to save face, but seeing them being murdered like that— knowing it could be him. his windpipe felt on the verge of closing, his eyes blurring, his ears turning to a white noise before he heard some muffle of a voice by his side. with his glass in hand, dami’s gaze broke away from the fixed point that he had found himself staring into and forced a typical, capitol winning smile on his face as he fell right back into his ‘i’m okay’ facade. “sorry, what was that? i got a little too into trying to tell if the fabric of her dress was from the factory my dad works for.”