a/n well umm, this has obviously been abandoned for a long period of time, but here is the big revival. i am making myself update this daily, and i mean it!
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for caesar's palace lbgtq week and the day transgender. please note this is using this tribute's preferred pronouns, not his given ones. [also this is a double-drabble because i want to expand on this more]
prompts: darkness
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district five male
[but not in her heart]
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In the Capitol, it is never truly dark. The night lights up with the neon signs of clubs, the flicking windows of towering buildings, and lights of hundreds of parties. They illuminate the sky with a cloudy the curtains are drawn in her room, separating her from the lights of below, sparing her from their judgment.
The dress hangs from her thin frame as laundry hangs out to dry and the glittery bodice sags from her nonexistent breasts, but she's never felt prettier. She whirls around, mesmerized by how the skirt flows like a river, and a giggle slips from her mouth. Stepping closer to the mirror, she sighs as the dress dances through the air and smiles, a real one dripping happiness.
"This is who I am," she whispers and a the smile widens, it out stretches her District. She may die tomorrow, but at least she's lived today.
Creak. She spins around, eyes wide with surprise and fear, but only a lilac-skinned escort stands in the doorway. The mauve lips cracks into a smile, she's not mad at the tribute stealing her dress, she looks happy.
"Oh, honey," she sings, "let me get you some real clothes."