#dante.augustus

[riiseandfall]

@cfcannons

as soon as they were allowed back to the floor, dante had all but collapsed onto a couch in the district two suite, an arm thrown over his eyes—makeup be damned right now. he was exhausted and those bruises that dotted his body ached. there was medicine, of course. he was just too tired to get it right now. and laying down did wonders for the pain. he exhales slowly, a shakiness to it that was not often heard. the interviews were done. one less thing to worry about.

and one more sign that the arena was so close.

the sound of approaching footsteps has his arm moving, some barbed insult ready to fly out until he notices auggie, expression softening slightly. "...the purple was a hit again. you get lectured for it too?" he pauses. "it is better if they think it was my idea, you know that...right?"

[riiseandfall]

❝  please feel free to take this personally . ❞ auggie and dante uwu

@cfcannons

there's another sharp hiss that turns to an annoyed groan as dante yanks his arm back. "that's only the--" he draws the word out, gaze turning to the ceiling as he thinks, "--third time you've stabbed me with a pin? cut me some slack, augustus. i give you at least five stabbings before i start to take it personally." and this was reason number 'fuck you, he lost count' as to why he was not overly fond of fittings. but the stylist had basically ambushed him after many successful evasion attempts on dante's part, so he had little choice. said evasion attempts likely had something to do with augustus's acts of violence. "if you manage to make it to ten, i buy you a drink."