"The fallen angel" and "the devil in disguise"
Two names Ares Aristo was known for, a boy who had more to him than originally met the eye. Charming the capital with his kind facade, it was only in the games did they realized just how far an angel ca...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞.
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My Friend, Ares
Surely, you've written a letter before. Don't tell me District Nine skipped out on the whole Dear Santa tradition? How tragic. If that really was your first, though, you did alright. I had a great time reading it, especially trying to make sense of your smudged handwriting. You must be left-handed. I'd bet all my precious sugar cubes on it. Let me know if I'm right.
Glad to hear you made it home in one piece. I looked at the map, and District Nine isn't that far from the Capitol, but I imagine the journey wasn't exactly a thrill ride. And I get why everything feels off—you're settling in. But so are your dad and grandmother. You've got to remember that they just got dropped into unfamiliar territory too, and I'd bet they missed you more than you realize. Maybe that's the weird feeling you can't shake. Give it time.
You'll find ways to keep busy soon enough, anyway. That new house of yours has, what, a hundred rooms? Surely one of them holds something worth your attention. Before I moved to Victor's Village, I thought I lived well, but I didn't know real luxury until I stepped inside that house. They even furnish it for you. Might be fun to go through and pick out your favorites—then smash or burn the ones you don't like. (I'd suggest donating them, but apparently, that's frowned upon. I know this from personal experience...)
And if the walls start closing in, nothing's stopping you from going outside. It took me a while to get out of my own head, but when I finally did, I realized how much freedom I'd been ignoring. You might surprise yourself.
Now, as for my so-called hobbies—I get the impression that you seem to think of me as some excitable, overactive puppy. Hate to break it to you, but I'm more of a lone wolf. Brooding. Mysterious. Very dignified. No idea how you got the wrong impression... Anyway. I spend a lot of time at the beach. My district is lined with them. There's plenty to do there, and I think you'd enjoy it—if you can get past the sand, of course. :)
And if you're wondering how to end a letter—you just do. I could keep writing, and I definitely wouldn't mind reading more from you, but letters are frustratingly tame. We'll have to save the juicy stuff for when we see each other again during your visit to District Four. I'll even prepare a gift for you so you won't feel tempted to ditch me.
Anyway, lucky for us, Victors get priority mailing, so your letter got here in about a week—one of the rare perks of this gig. Let's put it to good use.
