[center][h3][color=#9D8573]⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆[/color][/h3][/center][center][h2][b][i][color=#9D8573]Hala Sami[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center][center][h3][color=#9D8573]⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆[/color][/h3][/center][right][color=#9D8573]28 Sola, Night
The Grand Banquet[/color]
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Hala timed it perfectly. Moonlight caught the gold threads in their turquoise robes as they stepped into view, making their entrance divine. They lived for these moments—the sharp intake of breath, the widening eyes, the beautiful disruption they caused simply by existing. Tonight was no exception.

[color=#9D8573]“Well, well... what do we have here? Tonight’s divas drinking straight from the bottle like alcoholics?”[/color] Hala’s heels clicked a rhythm against the stone as they approached—[i]click, click, click[/i]—each step a reminder that they were that b*tch. [color=#9D8573]“May I join this tragic gathering, or is this pity party invitation-only?”[/color]

Without waiting for an answer, they took the wine bottle from Thea’s hand. [color=#9D8573]“You know what I adore about both your mothers?”[/color] A pause, then a generous swig before continuing, [color=#9D8573]“Absolutely nothing. They’re magnificent c*nts. Perfectly coiffed, viciously proper, and they’ve spent decades perfecting the art of saying ‘I’m disappointed in you’ with just a single eyebrow raise.”[/color]

Rings chimed against glass as they passed the bottle back, the sound as sharp as their smirk. [color=#9D8573]“You realize they’ve designed the game so you can’t win?”[/color]

Their robes caught the wind—or perhaps the wind caught their robes—turning turquoise silk into living flame that licked and coiled around their form. [color=#9D8573]“So here’s my revolutionary suggestion: stop playing. Stop caring about their approval. You’re already failures in their eyes—so why not be spectacular failures? Go full disaster. Do you have any idea how much you’ve been holding back all because you were trying to be good little daughters?”[/color]

A scoff rolled off their tongue. [color=#9D8573]“Like that’s done either of you any favors.”[/color]

Moving with feline grace, Hala stalked a circle around the two women. [color=#9D8573]“The trick isn’t avoiding their venom; it’s developing immunity to it—,”[/color] their eyes glittered dangerously, [color=#9D8573]“—and then learning to extract it and serve it right back to them.”[/color]

Mischief curved their lips. [color=#9D8573]“Give them something worth talking about. Make them choke on their own standards. Let them see exactly what beautiful disasters they’ve created.”[/color][/color]