she's an anomaly, and they can't help but be infatuated with her.
NO SMUT OR SEXUALIZING ━ if any of the triplets are uncomfortable with this fanfiction, it will be taken down immediately.
matt sturniolo x fem! oc x chris sturniolo (LOVE TRIANGLE)
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𝖎𝖛. It's the Best I Can Do
AS MAEVE WATCHES the crowd, like a wolf does a flock of sheep, she tries to remind herself that she's done this a thousand times before. She does this nearly every day. She looks for the weak, the slow, the foolish. Only now, she's very much the prey ━ and it terrifies her just a little bit. She might choose a Swift who'll catch her in half a heartbeat, or worse, a Whisper who could probably sense her coming a mile away. Even the little Telky girl could best her if things so south. So she has to be faster than ever, smarter than ever, and worst of all, luckier than ever. It's maddening. Fortunately, no one pays attention to another Red servant, another insect wandering past the feet of gods.
Maeve heads back to the square, arms hanging limp but ready at her sides. Normally this is her dance, her arena, walking through the most congested park a of a crowd, letting her hands catch purses and pockets like spiderwebs catching flies. She's not stupid enough to try that here. Instead, she follows the crowd around the square. Now she's not blinded by her fantastic surroundings, but instead looking beyond them, to the cracks in the stone and the black-uniformed Security officers in every shadow. The impossible Silver world comes into sharper focus with every glance. The Silvers barely look at each other, and they never smile. The Telky girl looks bored feeding her strange beast, and merchants don't even haggle. Only the Reds look alive, darting around the slow-moving men and women of a better life. Despite the heat, the sun, the bright banners, she has never seen a place so cold.
What concerns her most are the black video cameras hidden in the canopy or alleyways. There are only few at home, at the Security outpost or in the arena, but they're all over the market. She can just hear them humming in form reminder: someone else is watching here.
The tide of the crowd takes her down the main avenue, past taverns and cafés of all sorts. Silvers sit at an open-air bar, watching the crowd pass as they enjoy their morning drinks. Some watch video screens set into walls or hanging from archways. Each one plays something different, ranging from old arena matches to news to brightly colored programs Maeve doesn't understand, all blending together in her head. The high whine of the screens, the distant sound of static, buzzes in her ears. How they can stand it, she doesn't know. But the Silvers don't even blink at the videos, almost ignoring them entirely.
The Hall itself casts a glimmering shadow over her, and she finds herself staring in stupid awe again. But then a droning noise snaps her out of it, her attention lost. At first it sounds like the arena tone, the one used to start a Feat, but this one is different. Low and heavier somehow. Without a thought, she turns towards the noise.
In the bar next to Maeve, all the video screens flicker to the same broadcast. Not a royal address but a news report. Even the Silvers stop to watch in rapt silence. When the drone ends, the report begins. A fluffy blonde woman, Silver no doubt, appears on the screen. She reads from a piece of paper, looking terribly frightened.
