꒰ prism's parade ✦ thgrp r12 ꒱

Instructions

PRISM LUCIF (D11) – fancy art later if i get to it.. elsewise his outfit is based on the northern lights!! flowy fabrics on top of a dark bodysuit and shimmering ribbons galore, with dangly stars and sparkles everywhere. <3 . ✦ —— the constant pampering and swarming of stylists and their assistants had left prism in a daze, his cheeks still slightly flushed from the intensity of all the glitz and glam they sprinkled all around him like it was nothing. not only physical glitz and glam, but their sparkly posh personalities as well. they had wrinkled their muzzles at his haphazard hobby of turning his dark fur into a canvas, to which prism had only bit his tongue in order to not have a sour response to, keeping his head down as they fussed over how to hide his 'amateur dye job', or at the very least make it look presentable. fabrics of all kinds had spilled from their paws, draped here and there all over his body where it could hold fabric, the feeling of heavy silks and scratchy velvets still lingering on his skin where they had touched him. and now, finally, they stood before a mirror, every stylist ushered out by the head one to allow him some time alone with his new outfit before the parade. dark blue eyes stared back at them from the reflection, but that was all they recognized. layers of ribbons and tulle, all light and flowy after he has made it clear to the stylists who bothered to listen to him that he despised the heavy feeling of most fabrics, sat on his wiry frame like trails of something airy like mist, delicately curling around his features with the laws of gravity. when he moved ever so slightly, each piece moved with them, silky smooth in their movements like the fabrics were made of sheets of pure water. colours filled every corner of his vision— and none of the bright, obnoxious array of colours he had expected capitol cats to put him in. gentle greens, river blues, cool pinks and purples, all dusted with a layer of gold glitter like the translucent tulle and ribbons had been doused in stardust. the familiar patterns lovingly traced into their dark fur by their own paws was mostly covered by a dark bodysuit, close to the hues of their own fur, but stars twinkled from the fabric when they moved, a shimmering sheen only visible under the light at certain angles underneath the flashier layers of tulle and ribbon. he looked like the night sky as a dolled-up ballerina. warm golden stars hung from the stronger fabrics of the ribbons that laced up the outfit, helping the flimsy tulle maintain its shape. there were bells in them jingling with each little movement he made, the sound of them a little obnoxious over time, so he took to standing as still as possible, with only the movement of his chest rising up and down making the slightest occasional sound out of them. they barely registered the door opening and stylists rushing in once more, being hurried by loud voices telling them to touch him up before the curtain call for the parade started. when he was fully in control of his paws once more, he was already being herded towards the parade entrance, his mind fuzzy and overwhelmed by all the new instructions and sensory overload all at once. showtime. . ✦ —— as the sleigh pulled out and a flurry of snow began to dust all around him, the warm glow of the lampposts did nothing to alleviate the frostbite beginning to seep into his bones. but just as suddenly, the sound of cheers and changing from the audience caused prism's dark eyes to dart over, trailing over the crowd as if to just take in the sheer amount of enjoyers the hunger games had. enjoyers of pitting children against each other to die. prism's face felt frozen, both from the temperature and his emotions swirling deep in his chest, but he forced a small smile for the crowd that beamed up at his sleigh in particular with excitement. it startled him, certainly, to hear his own name being changed out by some of the crowd— he definitely didn't feel like he'd be a popular or even known tribute out of everyone else here, but... for those who did see him, and wanted to keep seeing him, he could try, right? "thank you... thank you, panem," he called out sharply, his voice barely loud enough to be heard with the first words, though he rapidly increased his volume when he realized he couldn't even hear himself speak. the ribbons and tulle trailed around him as he moved, moving like they had a mind of their own, like their purpose was to frame him like a perfect little snapshot to be kept away for your own personal enjoyment. "prism lucif— i implore you all to hold onto that name. keep it at the forefront of your mind, on the top of your tongue, because like a shadow, i linger." he took a breath. he had rehearsed for this. no stumbling over words, no awkward silence to be heard. +