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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ i wish i could live every memory again / just one more time before / we float off into the wind ❞
HERE WITH ME / D4VD.
﹙ chapter three, act one ; promises of death﹚ avens fida.
the train, somewhere in panem. july, 70 att.
AVENS FIDA IS AN EXCELLENT LIAR. It comes naturally to him; the silver falsehood dripping off his tongue in a way that can never be learnt, spinning and weaving a web of lies so intricate not even a hurricane could tear it apart. He's not sure when, exactly, he started telling people the truths they want to hear, and so readily accept. Then it grew, evolved; to warp the words and bend their meaning to something else, double meanings, half-truths, omitting what he doesn't want known. But, pretty words mean nothing without an even prettier face to back them up ▬▬▬ it's a mask well-worn, crafted over years of getting out of tricky situations. With a tongue like a weapon, and a mask almost like the real thing, Avens can talk his way out of almost anything.
