#int. cyrus.

[selfmademythology]

starter for: @beneathoaktrees | cyrus & nico. location: just outside the capitol celebration after the tribute parade.

Cyrus hated the Capitol, and everyone in it -- But he couldn't deny the silver lining that luxury provided. Namely in the form of cigarettes. Back in District 12, he'd get stuck rolling his own with whatever shit tobacco he could get his hands on. In the Capitol? Anything he wanted, he got. The bonus of Capitol citizens being obsessed with the 'Bad Boy' persona they'd created for him was the fact that he could get his nicotine fix with ease. It's a good enough reason to get him out of an overly crowded party, leaning against the railing of an over-the-top balcony. Eyes roll at the sound of someone approaching, as he takes a deep inhale Cyrus turns to see who's intruding on his moment alone. Personally, he'd hoped it was Dinah -- But was met with disappointment when Nico came into view. Admittedly, it's a bit surprising the District Two victor had even shown up to the party at all, considering he always seemed to be one wrong comment away from throwing someone across the room.

Taking a deep inhale, Cyrus doesn't bother starting a conversation with him at first. Instead, he enjoys the buzz from the nicotine and shares a silent moment with the man. At least, until his curiosity gets the best of him. "So --" Cyrus starts, taking one last inhale before dropping the butt of his cigarette on the ground. "How we kickin’ this shit off, Cap?" He knows they both stand on the same side of the rebellion, and Cyrus can't help but look to Nico as some unofficial leader. Mostly because the other man seems to have a better ear to the ground in Two than Cyrus does in Twelve. He crushes the butt of his cigarette under his shoe, turning towards the other man. His question is innocuous enough, but what follows could be pretty damning for the both of them, if the wrong person heard. So, Cyrus leans closer -- He may have little regard for most things, but he's not about to shout about the rebellion from the roof tops while at the Capitol. "Blow the whole Capitol up?" He asks, brow arched. "'Cause I could be into that." The older man laughs lightly, but keeps his voice low enough that only Nico would catch his question.  

[selfmademythology]

starter for: @devilwomcn | cyrus & eden. location: capitol celebration after the tribute parade.

Needless to say, there’s no love between District One and Twelve. There’s a glaringly obvious difference between the two, it doesn't take much to figure that out. Eden and Cyrus are no different. He finds the blonde to be insufferable, with an over inflated ego that he enjoys poking holes in. She's everything he hates about the Capitol, the Games, then entire system. Sure, she’s ended up in his bed on more than one occasion — He hates her, but Cyrus can’t deny that he’s a simple man. Despite how insufferable Eden is, she’s gorgeous, all legs and blonde hair. Once he’s had a few drinks (and typically when he and Dinah aren’t speaking), insults turn into tearing each other's clothes off. A means to an end. 

“Pretty fucked up that the guy who killed one’a your sisters is the one helping mentor this one.” Cyrus greets her, downing another glass of champagne as he approaches her. Looking her up and down, he's grateful his idiot stylist has always opted to just put him in black -- Rather than something so shiny it makes him wince, like the prep team from District One. Bit on the nose, if you ask him. “Hopefully it goes better this time.” Cyrus continues with a shrug, glancing over his shoulder at Silena across the room. He can't deny she's a frontrunner for the Games, given that she's the spitting image of Eden -- The younger and shinier version, who will certainly put on a show for the Capitol and sponsors. She certainly blows his own pathetic tributes out of the water.

"Or maybe that's your strategy?" He continues, smirk at his lips, hoping to get a rise out of the woman. "Off the other two so the Capitol will only pay attention to you? S'one hell of a way to secure your spot, Vale."