#vb132.

[jovedeclan]

Ashton stood out on the open porch, preoccupied with his hairstyle. He fucked around with his hair, pushing the crunchy strands out of his face; they'd tickled his nose and covered parts of his eyes long enough. Under his breath, Ash cursed District Four's stylist, who'd caked gel on his head to get an everlasting wet look. Aside from the hairdo, he didn't actually mind the rest of the outfit, especially on a chilly evening like this. He eventually realized he'd been standing near Mahlon, who was smoking by the railing. Ash hoped he hadn't been watching the whole ordeal.

"Quite the night..." he stood beside him, trying to dig out his own box of cigarettes from the massive pockets of the boxy silhouette he wore.

@mxhlon

[jovedeclan]

The whispers he'd heard in Four were true. Between sects of rebellious groups in different districts, it was hard to pass information, especially between Eleven and Four, on the completely opposite sides of Panem. It was even harder to verify that information. Ashton had excused himself from Brilliance shortly after the news dropped. He needed a bit of fresh air or a pair of ears, whichever came first.

He made a small sigh of relief when he spotted Slate in the crowd. He made his way to him. Trying to find some amount of leisure, Ash stopped by the tables of food - grabbing a napkin and picking up two samples to share. “Have you tried these? It’s some kind of pastry from 3.” He held the napkin with the small squares of desert between them. He hoped Slate would get the idea that he was here about more than food.

@slate-skylar

[jovedeclan]

Ashton Jove Declan — Victor's Ball 132. Escorting Brilliance Jin.