Eva always resented Timaeus' parents. Granted, she'd rather deal with children than with older male Sponsors, but every time she toted the little Nadir boy around she couldn't help but feel as if time was being divided from her own baby, who was sitting at home with the Avoxes crying for her. She'd come home from a bidding session and sit with her own toddler and have no sympathy left for his squalling, all her motherliness bought away from her by the Capitol. And she hated the Sponsors for it.
But she never resented the boy. He was sweet, at least as far as Eva knew. His mother stopped bidding on her when Timaeus was about eight.
The face she sees now at the party is not sweet. It's pure Capitol.
Eva's dressed up in a black bodysuit with a hoop skirt made of painted bone, showing structure but no fabric, like something intentionally half-made. Her makeup is severe and monochromatic, all black, white and blood red around the eyes and mouth.
"Please tell me you haven't booked Bickle as your surprise Victor."
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Date: 2013-04-09 03:16 pm (UTC)But she never resented the boy. He was sweet, at least as far as Eva knew. His mother stopped bidding on her when Timaeus was about eight.
The face she sees now at the party is not sweet. It's pure Capitol.
Eva's dressed up in a black bodysuit with a hoop skirt made of painted bone, showing structure but no fabric, like something intentionally half-made. Her makeup is severe and monochromatic, all black, white and blood red around the eyes and mouth.
"Please tell me you haven't booked Bickle as your surprise Victor."