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Rising from the dead to announce that I’ll be moving this blog over to @shiningstarryeyes . It’s going to be a multi-muse account with characters from several different fandoms including Helene. <3

And i’m outt. thanks for sticking around. 

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( gift ) - from mary :]

Hélène had never felt prouder of herself. When it came to giving gifts to others for the holiday season , she would often resort to spending her money away to her heart's content but this year was different. This special someone deserved something more than a little trinket she had plucked off a shelf. She deserved more!

The woman had taken the effort to make the gift by herself && it was embarrassing how long it took her to finish it up but at least it was completed. Wrapping it up was the easiest task , thankfully , and now to present it to dear princess Mary.

With only them occupying the dining room , Hélène produced the gift from a vacant chair where she had it sat throughout dinner, presenting it to the princess with a grin. "Merry Christmas , ma belle. I made you a little something."

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little memes for child muses 

send  ( fib )  for your muse to catch mine in a lie

send  ( book )  for your muse to read mine a story

send  ( tuck )  for your muse to tuck mine into bed

send  ( yummy )  for your muse to make mine a meal

send  ( costume )  for your muse to dress up with mine 

send  ( brush )   for your muse to brush my muse’s hair 

send  ( toy )  for my muse to ask yours to play with them

send  ( teach )  for your muse to teach mine a skill — specify 

send  ( gift )  for my muse to bring yours something they made 

send  ( tale )  for my muse to tell yours a wild, make-believe story 

send  ( sweets )  for your muse to catch mine eating too much candy 

send  ( fashion )  for your muse to help mine pick out clothes for the day 

send  ( no )  for your muse to keep mine from doing something dangerous

send  ( scary )  for my muse to ask yours to get rid of the monster under the bed 

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Despite the calmness upon her features ,  the abrupt stop mid-speech told Hélène enough of what the other knew about her.  The scandals  &&  the gossips.  Of course ,   the young lady’s godmother was their source of news  &&  she was Pierre’s dear old friend.  He would tell her anything.  Though ,   it did little to bother her.  Waving a hand at the other ,   she let out a dry dangerous laugh.  “ I must say ,   your judgement is incredibly different.  It surprises me.  You needn’t hide your truth from me ,   ma chere.  I hope you understand that pretending can cause more harm than good.  I will bear you no ill will.  “

        strange  of  a  thought  it  was,  hélène  kuragina  both  intrigued  and  frightened  her.   she  was  everything  sonya  wasn’t  and  could  never  even  imagine  to  be  ---  charming,  worldly,  and  beautiful  all  at  once.   although  hélène’s  image  was  a  little  tainted  because  of  how  she  appeared  to  treat  her  husband,  sonya  couldn’t  deny  that  there  was  still  something  so  alluring  about  her.   when  in  her  presence,  one  couldn’t  help  but  want  to  be  liked  by  the  princess.   ❝  did  you  enjoy  yourself  last  night  with  my  cousin ?   natasha  came  home  looking  tired  but  so  elated.   i’m  not  certain  she’s  told  me  just  about  everything  yet  about  the  ball.  ❞

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Hélène let out a childish giggle ,   far too amused with the scene unfolding before her. Oh ,   how adorable love was when it blossomed freshly  &&  it was quite the sight to behold from the songbird beside her.  The woman had known the girl to be rather secretive with her feelings  &&  she had never seen the her let her guard down like this. “ He flirted with you ,   I see~ “ she hummed ,   repeating what Eurydice had told her  &&  she rested her head on her hands ,   elbows propped up on the counter top so that she could gaze at the other ;   a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She glanced over at the bartender again.  “ I happen to know some things about him ,   however ,   I don’t wish to spoil anything for you.  Why don’t you talk to him?  You could get the answers yourself. “

@glitteringpearls​ : [ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose .

The gesture is one that takes the songbird by surprise, not quite being used to being touched on her face or a touch that was so light, playful, kind. It was embarrassing but she had flinched just a bit from the touch initially, now laughing a little bit at herself at the gentle poke, shaking her head. “ What was that? “ She laughed a little, confusion filling her face as she looked up at the woman. Did she have something she needed to say? Was her gaze locked on the bartender? She didn’t know, but she hoped everything was alright, looking up at the other as she awaited an answer. 

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“ Isn’t there so much that we wish we didn’t do ,   my dear?  I’m afraid you aren’t that special.  No one in this world is a saint ,  even children .  Did you honestly think life was just going to be smooth?  You’re bound crash into some wall.  &&  this is why you have to be ready in life. “

@glitteringpearls​          hoobastank // the reason

“i’m not a perfect person, there’s many things i wish i didn’t do.”

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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Romantic Royalty Starters

“I want to unlace your corset slowly.”

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you from across the ball room.”

“Not any jewel in the entire kingdom could compare to you.”

“I cannot marry that man. He smells of rank meat!”

“I cannot marry that woman. Her voice causes dogs to howl!”

“I need you in my life. I am incomplete without you.”

“We could retire to my suite. No one would know.”

“May I suggest a walk in the garden? The roses are in bloom.”

“I will slay anything that dares to harm you, my love.”

“There are secret passages. Come! We haven’t a moment to spare.”

“I will marry you. I shall make it happen. Somehow.”

“How long would it take to remove all those layers?”

“My crown is heavy. It feels lighter when you’re around.”

“If you go to war we will not be together…”

“Nothing matters if we are not allowed to be in each other’s arms.”

“Our parents are fools.”

“I do not care if our nations are at war.”

“It drives me mad that no one will leave us alone!”

“When we are not together, I am pained to my very soul.”

“We must pretend not to feel anything. They cannot know about us.”

“Forgive me…”

“We shall be happy together, forever.”

“I know that fairy tales cannot come true but I feel that one may have.”

“You are so magnificent on the dance floor.”

“You sparkle even without the jewelry.”

“I have never seen a more eloquent creature.”

“This maybe the wine talking, but you are glorious.”

“I’ll never look at another.”

“I’m blushing…”

“I will fight for you.”

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The countess was never one for lavish titles  &&  names.  One would say she was nearly too casual for society but what did she care?  It was not as if she was committing a major crime.  “ Please ,   my dear ,   call me Hélène.  I prefer to reserve the titles for the public, “ she insisted as she clasped her hands in front of her.  “ I pray you heard all things good.  I have a range of reputations ,   depending on who you heard of me from.  If you heard about me from your godmother ,   I fear I have no chance to redeem myself. “

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Sofya Alexandrovna Rostova.  Or Sonya.  She had heard that name perhaps once or twice from her cousin who had spoken so fondly of her at the ball.  She had not expected her to be so enchanting ,   quite like dear Natasha had been.   Hélène would say that they were almost similar ,   yet ,   they exuded incredibly different energies.  “ I did enjoy myself ,   thank you for asking ,   ma chere. “  She could not help but scrutinize the other.  “ I’m sure dear Natasha will find the time to tell you all that happened.  Such a shame you didn’t attend it.  I’ll be sure to invite you the next time. “  Boldly ,   the countess took a step forward ,   a smile upon her lips.  “ You’re Sonya ,   am I right?  Natasha spoke very fondly of you.  It’s a pleasure to finally meet you formally. “

        sonya  couldn’t  say  that  she  was  offended  when  she  heard  that  the  princess’  invite  didn’t  include  her,  because  truthfully,  she  wasn’t.   she  quite  enjoyed  a  night  in  and  they’d  been  to  so  many  events  already  as  of  late;  she  supposed  it  would  have  been  nice  to  be  remembered,  though.   ❝  yes,  sonya,  ❞   she  says  with  a  slight  dip  of  her  head,  not  minding  how  hélène  chose  to  address  her  with  the  diminutive  name  right  away.   ❝  it’s  a  pleasure  to  finally  meet  you  as  well,  princess  hélène.   we’ve  heard  so  much  about  you.  ❞ 

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Sofya Alexandrovna Rostova.  Or Sonya.  She had heard that name perhaps once or twice from her cousin who had spoken so fondly of her at the ball.  She had not expected her to be so enchanting ,   quite like dear Natasha had been.   Hélène would say that they were almost similar ,   yet ,   they exuded incredibly different energies.  “ I did enjoy myself ,   thank you for asking ,   ma chere. “  She could not help but scrutinize the other.  “ I’m sure dear Natasha will find the time to tell you all that happened.  Such a shame you didn’t attend it.  I’ll be sure to invite you the next time. “  Boldly ,   the countess took a step forward ,   a smile upon her lips.  “ You’re Sonya ,   am I right?  Natasha spoke very fondly of you.  It’s a pleasure to finally meet you formally. “

        strange  of  a  thought  it  was,  hélène  kuragina  both  intrigued  and  frightened  her.   she  was  everything  sonya  wasn’t  and  could  never  even  imagine  to  be  —  charming,  worldly,  and  beautiful  all  at  once.   although  hélène’s  image  was  a  little  tainted  because  of  how  she  appeared  to  treat  her  husband,  sonya  couldn’t  deny  that  there  was  still  something  so  alluring  about  her.   when  in  her  presence,  one  couldn’t  help  but  want  to  be  liked  by  the  princess.   ❝  did  you  enjoy  yourself  last  night  with  my  cousin ?   natasha  came  home  looking  tired  but  so  elated.   i’m  not  certain  she’s  told  me  just  about  everything  yet  about  the  ball.  ❞

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“ Let them talk.  Why do you need to listen to them? “  With her own history with gossip ,    Hélène knew her way around it.  She knew how people spoke  &&  prodded at the business of others but truly there was no point in listening to them.  There was nothing they could do.  Not in this society.  It was simply a waste of breath  &&  time.  Reaching a hand out ,   she lifted Laurey’s head gently by her chin ,   eyes locked in a stern gaze.  “ Think about how important this is for you ,   ma chere.  Don’t think of anything or anyone else.  What is it that you want? “

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[ @takealook-fall :  there  was  nothing  left  to  do. laurey? ]

“ My dear ,   there’s always ,   &&  I mean always ,   an alternative to everything.  You just didn’t search long  &&  hard enough, “   Hélène told the other sternly.  “ But I’m afraid it’s too late for that since the deed’s already done. “ Perhaps it was inadvisable for Hélène to be the one offering advice for she never listened to herself not on one occasion but nearly every single one of them.  Sealing her lips ,   she simply shook her head  &&  clasped her hands together.  “ Well ,   never mind that anymore.  You’ve gotten out of that mess but now we’ve a bigger one to get out of. “

but was there an alternate to the past? laurey was not so sure but she was not sure but it was hard to be here, even if it was done. there was no going back. there was only moving forward, but that was terrifying too. the words that the other spoke made her shoulders tense up, her eyes falling down to the ground as she tried her best to calm down, think on what to say. “ they are always talking. “ maybe it’s wrong and just as harmful to talk about their gossip, but it was something that she wouldn’t bring up with her husband. “ i almost want to run away. leave everything in this life behind. “ except curly. was that so wrong of her? 

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❄️️Winter Starters❄️️

“Don’t track snow through the house!”

“It’s so cold I can’t feel my face.”

“I think my fingers are frostbitten.”

“How are you out here without a coat? You’ll catch your death.”

“Look at all the snow.”

“Why isn’t there any snow? It’s supposed to be winter.”

“Can you turn the heat up?”

“Can you throw another log on the fire?”

“Do you want something hot to drink?

“…I think we’re snowed in…”

“It’s coming down pretty hard out there.”

“Hopefully the temperature doesn’t drop again.”

 “All this rain is going to make the streets a solid sheet of ice if the temperature gets an lower.”

“The snow melts for one day and everything gets covered in mud.”

“I pity whoever is stuck out there.”

“How am I supposed to get home when the snow is up passed my knees?”

“I hate the cold!”

“You complain about the cold, but once summer comes you’ll complain about the heat.”

“I know it’s cold out, but do you really need to make the house a sauna?”

“Go shovel the walk, please.”

“We never get this much snow…”

“All we ever get during winter is rain and mud.”

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“ Why ,   look at you.  You’re a natural, “  Hélène hummed as she guided the other through the dance ,   flowing with the direction of the crowd.  “ I doubt you’d be embarrassing yourself with those skills.  I’m impressed~ “  The song was nothing too dynamic.  It was more relaxed ,   yet graceful. 

“Care to dance?” - for Melisande

( at the royal ball )

“I’m not much of a dancer,” Melisande responded, glancing at around the room. She had been standing in the corner for a reason, but given the situation, an invitation seemed inevitable. 

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Hélène scoffed.  “ Must you be so touchy?  I can assure you it’s not a big request.  I need a companion for tomorrow’s soiree.  Is that so much to ask? “

❝  whatever  you’re  going  to  ask  ,  the  answer  is  no.   ❞

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

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