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[christina.]

”but deep down all you want is love
the pure kind, we all dream of
but you cannot escape the past
so you and i will never last—“

♥ username;; sailor saturn♥
♥ kalon name;; helena ♥
♥ name meaning;; light; bright; torch ♥
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am i still me, deep down?

helena was orginally a sweet girl who loved her mother like the moon loved the sun. she saw her as a brilliant figure who held a certain intimidating aura—a need to be respected, if you will—and made a point to be the same was she was. she looked up to her as a role model, and for awhile, couldn’t understand why ithuriel made it a point to hate her so much. the jabs at dinner didn’t make sense, and for awhile, she remained naïve to what was going on.

her mother left her in the deep of night, and with that, broke helena’s perfect image of what a mother was to be. the sweet girl that wanted her mother’s love and approval became angry with her upbringing, and herself. she finally understood what ithuriel had essentially warned her off, but it was too late.

she left after her mother, and ended up in the city of arcadia. it was a beautful town that held a certain mysteriousness to it, and for an odd reason, made helena feel at home. the hole in her heart seemed to fill instantly, and when she was named the princess by the royal family reciding there, her heart swelled.

she took over a town that had, truly, been an image of her mother. it was mysterious and held the image of being true perfection, but there was somehing missing. helena considered herself the missing key, and took it upon herself to fix it.

she became the queen of rubble and gothic cathedrals. she had her dearest servants at her side at all times, and an older kalon that she could consider a mother to guide her. she became the next queen elizabath, and soon there were brilliant castles built in her name, and rose bushes blessed by her presence, and whole cities asking to see her, and only her, for a moment of her time was enough to cleanse their minds of all worry and pain.

she was, essentially, a goddess.

it got to her head, in time. the sweet, naïve girl she had been before was blotted out of existance. she forgot the family she had left, and she even forgot her mother, who’s upbringing had given her great pain and tragedy. she forgot everything thing in the great awakening of what she was creating, and became a goddess who cared for nothing but herself and her fame, her image, everything.

she walked around with brilliant rubies and emeralds strewn across her wings and around her neck. she became a walking entity of beauty and confidence, who could seemingly change the existance of what was what.

she forgot her true self, and recreated her soul to become something better than her surroundings. and for once, she was truly happy.

{465 words}

a deep longing

“you promised that you wouldn’t let her leave! you promised me!”

she may have seemed naïve and completely oblivious to ithuriel, but she knew what was going on, and might have even know before her sister had told her about their mother’s plan to leave them. she could handle a lot of things, but this was too much for her heart. she ached all over, but the pain was nothing compared to the deep longing she felt in her heart.

she had expressed her feelings to her sister, but all she’d gotten was a heated remark about how stupid their mother had become. the conversation had hurt her deeply, but not nearly as much as coming home to an empty house had. she had known that something was wrong, and the feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach and weighed her down as the day moved on, but she ignored it. she passed it off as simple paranoia, and carried on with her day, never giving into the itching fear.

“i tried, helena. i tried talking her out of it, but she wouldn’t listen to me. you have to—“

“i don’t have to do anything!”

her words echoed through the kitchen. there was the metaphorical crashing sound of a plate hitting the linoleum floor and glass shards skidding across the floor. she stepped on those metaphorical glass shards and they crunched under her weight, under her words.

“why didn’t you stop her? why don’t you care?”

oh, how her eyes gleamed with fiery anger. her lips curled back into a snarl and she rushed out the door, all while ignoring guiscard’s cries for her to come back. she ran until her paws ached, and then she collapsed, and that fiery anger became something else.

“why did you have to leave?” she cried hard, and for awhile she almost believed that the wetness on her cheeks would never dry.

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”who are you to tell me, tell me
who to, to be, to be?”

how am i to be—?

she rarely ever had peaceful dreams. they were filled with dreadful memories and often left her shivering and crying and wondering to herself, what did she have to eat before she went to bed? even in her childhood, of what she could remember from it, she had terrible nightmares. in fact, the phrase “have sweet dreams” often made her cringe. maybe at some point she developed a fear of sleeping, but she couldn’t remember that.

she had gone to sleep with a stomach full of knots. her queenly duties often left her feeling exhausted or on edge, and tonight was no different. she expected her dreams to be of her kingdom crumbling before her eyes, but instead, she was flying—

the sky was a brilliant purple, and her wings seemed to blend in. she glanced over her shoulder as she stretched them, and nearly squealed with childish delight as they seemed to stretch on and on, until the feathery tips touched the edge of the clouds.

it was nothing she had ever experienced. the scenery beneath her—a city of lights and happiness, all covered in clouds and her thin shadow as she passed over them—was absolutely breath taking.

she reached a point where she had to stop, and she took this chance to extend her wings again as she came to a stop at the peak of mountain. she glanced down, and realized that she couldn’t see the bottom. it faded into a deep brown, and then the rest was clouds that went on for miles, almost forever. she—

—woke with a start. her breaths were coming in uneven gasps, and her fur was soaked with a cold sweat. her wings were stretched out, nearly taking up the space of her bedroom and casting a shadow over her things.

she tried to move them as she had in her dream, but they only twitched once, twice, and then she tucked them back into place with watery eyes.

“what is a goddess wihout wings?” she asked the stars, and the beautiful moon, and her empty chalice. but there was no answer. she was left without clues, and cold dread building in her stomach.

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I'm probably going to try out later

[NightFlame22]

ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ✤ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ✤ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ-ʜᴏᴘᴇꜰᴜʟ

A fallen angel knows not the pain of her children
Inside one rage boils hot, while the other is destroyed from within

Asriel was never one for words. She had rarely spoken since she was a very young age, but she wasn’t mute. She could talk if she wanted to, although perhaps her voice would be hoarse from lack of use. Or perhaps not. Nobody knew, not even her.

She was friendly enough, if not talkative. She loved her sister and her adoptive father dearly. One could say she was a voice of reason, minus the voice. She didn’t agree with Ithuriel’s desire to fight their mother; she felt as though it was an unnecessary conflict, one that needed to be solved with internal reflection and acceptance rather than physical combat. But she felt that she had no grounds to say anything, given her own means of coping. Still, she tried to prevent Ithuriel from going too far. To watch as her sister seemingly followed their mother’s path… at times, it was hard to bear. She did what she could to steer Ithuriel in the right direction, but in the end, they were two different people. If her sister decided to hunt their mother down, then so be it.

The path of violence is the one Asriel could not follow. If Ithuriel were to go that way, well. She supposed she’d be alone.




Not to say that Guiscard was insignificant. She saw eye-to-eye with him on many things, especially when it concerned Ithuriel’s anger. She trusted him completely, and wouldn’t hesitate to do what he felt was best for the two of them. But she didn’t quite share the bond with him that she did with her sister.

Asriel depended on Ithuriel, although it was hard to tell by their interactions. She would be there to support her sister when Ithuriel was feeling especially upset, and would intently listen to her rants and raves until she was all tuckered out. It was then that Asriel would wrap her sister in a warm hug, saying nothing, her touch providing the comfort and reassurance that no words could. One might guess that it was the other way around, that Ithuriel needed Asriel to stay strong. The truth was, Asriel needed someone to support. If she wasn’t being strong for her sister, then what would be the point of keeping herself together? She’d fall apart faster than a pillar of dry sand.

If Ithuriel’s rage was a roaring fire, then Asriel’s hatred was a silent glacier. She kept her feelings hidden within, her composure never wavering, her strength always apparent. She seemed immovable, a wall that one could never penetrate. But she was no rock of foundation. Truthfully, her emotions built up inside her, the weight growing and growing until it was nearly more than she could bear. Too much pressure, and she feared she would shatter. Her silence was that of a cursed tomb; it was not meant to be disturbed, or else something disastrous would happen. Or at least, that’s what she feared.

Perhaps the most striking difference was that Asriel did not feel this anger towards her mother; instead, it was directed at herself. She loathed herself for not being able to let go of what happened, for preserving the hurt she felt so that it was as fresh as the first day she realized her mother didn’t care. Maybe it was her fault that their mother was gone. Maybe if she had just been a good enough daughter, they would still be a happy family. Day/Dawn/Dusk would never have made the devastating mistake she did, and Ithuriel wouldn’t hold the burning anger and resentment that she did now. Asriel did not have these thoughts often - she did what she could to quell them - but when she did, they hit her full-force. It was not unheard of for her to have a sleepless night, her mind a whirlwind of emotion. But she kept it to herself.




Asriel’s silence did not come from a place of peace. She knew Ithuriel and Guiscard just thought she was shy and thus was too scared to speak. While the latter part may be true, it wasn't mere shyness that made her afraid. Her mother’s departure had deeply wounded her as a small child, and much like Day/Dawn/Dusk’s escapades angered Ithuriel to no end, the news of her mother's downfall brought another emotional storm: sorrow that her mother had failed, anger that there was nothing she could do about it, hope that, with her mission a failure, Day/Dawn/Dusk would return home to them. And always, always there was disappointment. Why would her mother not return? Was she not good enough to be loved by the one who birthed her? How sad it must be, she thought, to choose to bear child only to be disappointed with who you received. There was hardly a moment when these thoughts didn't nag at her, but she buried them deep within. She worried that if she ever opened her mouth to speak, that everything would come out at once. Her reputation of being a shy, sweet little thing would shatter, revealing how broken she truly was. Part of her wanted to say something; she yearned to receive the comfort that she always gave Ithuriel. But another part of her said she didn't deserve it, that she wasn't worth wasting time over with something so pathetic. And so she kept her mouth shut.

Asriel held a softness in her heart for those around her; you would never find anyone more loving, more caring. She was always there for whoever needed her, namely her sister, but the offer would extend to anyone who wished to accept it. Although the two sisters were the same age, she took up the role that she felt a mother would, going out of her way to get little treats for Ithuriel and doing small acts of kindness she hoped would brighten her sister’s day. Anyone who needed comfort could go right to Asriel, for she was an open ear to any sort of venting. Somehow her silence made her more welcoming; perhaps it seemed as though she couldn’t judge, and truth be told, she did not. She just wanted to provide emotional relief to others because she could not alleviate her own turmoil.




Guiscard provided a sort of respite for Asriel; being around him, she felt as though she could truly relax. He was a strong father figure for her, one who she went to when she needed her own sort of comfort. Not that she would show this outwardly, but somehow he always knew what would help her feel better. She didn’t have to worry about taking care of him like she did with Ithuriel, and knowing that he cared for her helped calm her troubled mind. She liked to spend warm afternoons with him, the two of them enjoying the sunlight in a quiet, green place. No words were spoken, but none needed to be. He never pushed her to speak, indeed, he had never once brought up the subject of her voice. It seemed that he understood her silence, or at the very least, respected it like no one else did. His presence allowed her to forget about the world and all that it involved, at least for a short period of time.

Even though she was more or less well-off, Asriel still feared for her future. Outwardly, it appeared as though the three of them could live happily together, hidden from the world of war and disaster. For Asriel, simply having her loved ones was enough. However, it seemed Ithuriel’s anger only grew stronger over time; she wasn’t content with letting their mother go free after all that had happened. Knowing this only made Asriel grow more troubled. She was not sure that she could keep Ithuriel away from their mother, nor did she feel certain that everything she contained within herself would stay there. She desired more than anything that the world could simply exist as it had, that she, Ithuriel, and Guiscard could live in a bubble of warmth and peace until the end of their days. But as the sisters grew older, hatred boiling in Ithuriel’s blood and despair eating away at Asriel, it was clear that this was not to be.


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- has always adored deer
- easily scarable
- avid stuffed animal collector
- wears large sweatshirts to hide her wings in public
- spends the first ten to twenty minutes of her morning brushing and preening her wings
- vegan
- while she isn't necessarily rich, is ie fairly well off
- has been a nurse for three years now

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