[M] The Fragile

POSTED: Thu Jun 27, 2019 9:48 pm

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Backdated 15th June

Containment, for far too long Helena held herself insensate, a statue of marbled splendor. She stressed at the seams, the pieces of her torn away like cheap fabric. It pulsed within her mind, and the endless throbbing of pain chip chip chipped away at her sanity. The little bells were the worst, how they chimed beyond her conception. Jealousy on any woman begot a terrible beast, on Helena it transformed her into a wrathful creature.

Fire and fire, and fire poured forth from her. Upon those unwary enough to cross her path, or eye her wrongly. Freed from Salsola’s constraints Helena let loose the viciousness that steeped and soured and curdled, the spoiled milk of her soul seeping out into existence.

The burning ne’er ceased, no matter what venom and bile she spewed upon the poor merchants in their dealings with her, it ate her alive, it grew and grew, taking on a life of its own - she let it rage and it consumed everything.

The blood-and-wine stains were old, worn into the wooden floorboards of the old farmhouse. The nails on her feet gouged long slivers of wood from its faded burgundy and copper surface, she paced back and forth across the floor. Her cloak slung into a far corner, and the woman was bare and twisted in her fury.

Another eruption built, bubbling over, and a ferocious scream bellowed from the Red Woman’s mouth; curled hands reached to grab the nearest thing, the heavy draping curtains, and she ripped and tore.

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Destruction abounded, she resided on her throne of crumbled ashes. The wreckage of her tantrum surrounded Helena; not a singular piece of anything left intact and saved from her outburst. The multiple fancy cloth and drapes were but tatters of textile, shred of them hanging freely or left strewn about the floor.

Shards of glass littered the floor, and chips and chunks of wood. All of it destroyed, except a single bottle and it was from this she drank, and drank. The blackness of her crawling all across the shattered remains.

She drank until she was calmed. Until the thick slithering in her chest had dulled to a simple writhing.

Suffice to say, jealousy did not mesh well with Helena Troy Lykoi.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Thu Jun 27, 2019 9:50 pm

The me that you know
Is now made up of wires

A whirlwind descends. Order, exit stage left.

Andrew was a house of cards in shambles. Though, he was remiss to let the chaos show to the outside world. To onlookers, the coywolf was calm and took the news of his surprise betrothal in stride. After all, it presented certain opportunities to a man of his station. A marriage into a powerful, Salsolan family could open doors and garner respect. It changed the plan, certainly, but Andrew knew he must remain flexible. Adaptability ran deep in his coyote veins.

But Narcissa – Narcissa was just a girl. A selfish, vapid girl. She was not what he wanted. She was not Helena. He desired the undesirable. The one woman he could never truly call his own.

She avoided him in the wake of the announcement. More than usual. More than their doctrine of preserving image dictated. He used the time to settle in with his new wife. To pretend and restore order to a life that dizzyingly spiraled upwards. The red woman never left his mind. Even as they shared their marital bed, he thought of her.

He followed her scent north to the farmhouse she kept on the outskirts of the ruined city. In silence, he slipped inside, stepping over glass and smashed pottery. “’Lena?” He spoke, finding her there in the center of the chaos, with bottle in hand.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 27, 2019 9:52 pm



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A reddening sun blistered in the sky, and it was to this that her gaze tracked. Observing the great fiery ball now beginning its descent towards the horizon. The nightly drone of insects faded into hearing, each extraneous sound only prompted more the twitching of her fingers, the quiver of whiskers. Calm she appeared, but much greater lies she had told with surety in the past.

Helena watched the setting sun as he stepped inside. For the longest of seconds she appeared to ignore his presence, arms folded against her bare chest. The Red Slash of Lykoi lit up in the light of a dying star.

He spoke, and the lifeless female exploded into movement.

A sinuous twist of her graceful neck, a snake turning against its prey with jaws agape. Helena rounded on him with a snap of teeth. The hiss spewed from her, sibilant and brimming with the raw fury. The backdrop of her ruddy cheeks created a space for the whites of her eyes to be very bright indeed.

This lack of control was truly disturbing, for a woman as inherently composed as she.

In quick motions, she drained the last dregs of the wine and threw the bottle at the wall. It fractured into shining pieces to rain down upon the floor.

Her inebriation kept her still, and this was very fortunate for him. If she could have walked the distance then she might have hit him, again and again, she might never had stopped. She might have curled her elegant hands about his neck and squeezed until the life drained from his very body. If she couldn’t keep him to herself, then she would break him so no one else could enjoy him either.

Something shifted, and a portion of the simmering anger drew back into herself, ripping it from the heaviness that lingered in the air.

Lips twisted into a truly mocking smile, a slur to her words that was less than graceful,

”Ahh, an ‘ere we are ‘aving, zhe newlywed. Tell me, ‘ow is zhe married life treating you, Andrew?”

She threw back her head, and laughed. It was a terrible thing to hear.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Thu Jun 27, 2019 9:53 pm

The me that you know
Is now made up of wires

She was a flash of red, graceless, but not without passion as she stumbled forth. The smashing of glass as the bottle struck the wall rang in Andrew’s ears. The room reeked of tart blackberry wine. So too did Helena, who’d had more than her fill. It was pitiful, watching her drown this way.

Control had slipped from her calculated grasp, and it was painful to see. It was like looking at a stranger who wore the Quartermaster’s face.

Helena slurred her words, but the poison therein was clear. They dripped with seething spite, like venom from a serpent's tooth. Her cold and bitter laugh struck him harder than any physical blow could. She was jealous.

Andrew did his best to hold his tongue lest impulsiveness betray his intent. “Do you think I wanted this?” He said, inching closer with a tentative step. He avoided emotion. It would not consume him. “You think I had any choice?” Andrew had made no such plan. Andrew had wanted no such partner. There was only Helena in his eyes.

What would you have me do? Stand up at the last supper and decry the crown?” Helena, of all of Salsola’s denizens, would understand the dire consequences for speaking out of line. “They’d take my tongue if I spoke a single word.” He was still a pawn in the mafiosi’s game. His rank was but only a title.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 27, 2019 9:55 pm



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She had never considered herself to be so fragile. Helena had never conceded defeat, so violently did she fight against this argument. Alone, she could not match the might of the Boss’ decisions, her one concrete chance of revenge had been wasted drowning in shock. More fool her for assuming herself above such indignant expressions.

Insolent, she brought to bare the full focus of herself upon him, behind the gaze that raged destructively, the cast of her silken ears brought high and upright amidst the feverous fervor.

The static spread, a grasping vine, uncoiling itself in the space below the crown of her curls. Against her sides, her fingers curled and relaxed back and forth into clenched fists and then loose hands.

There came a snort, disbelieving, acrid in the quietness. He stepped closer, and the drunk woman curtailed the instinct to step back. None had ever cowed her, not him, nor men larger than he.

”Zhere is always a choice.” Helena snapped, irritated with his calm logic.

Breath hissed through her teeth as she drew in breath, then was exhaled in a flurry through flaring nares. He stepped closer again; the fine lines became wrinkled in her flesh, her fangs displayed to him.

It was a single, angry, note that repeated itself over and over inside.

Vindictively, it came to her lips that ‘Yes’ was her answer. He did not require his tongue to serve her. Another harsh breath, exhaled to the red-streaked light. She refused to admit such a weakness, she refused to admit jealousy and a severe sense of being abandoned. She had created him, was this her repayment?

”Well zhen!” She barked sharply, ”What is zhere to suggest.” Bitterness welled, the little bells were the worst, ringing so poignantly.

Again, came the urge to grasp about his neck and smash him all into tiny pieces. Alcohol had been the wrong choice, she realised. Her thoughts came about full circle, and now, Narcissa sat beneath the umbrella of murderous intention. The Red Witch had killed people for less. Accidents could be arranged.

Helena was a terrible, selfishly cruel woman.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Thu Jun 27, 2019 9:57 pm

The me that you know
Is now made up of wires

She refused to see logic. Reason soared over the red woman’s head, just out of reach in her fits of rage and jealousy. She would damn them all if she had her way -- yet still, Andrew loved her. Even consumed with visions of fire and blood, Andrew loved her like a blind and hapless fool. Part of him, deep down, knew who she was; a horrible, vile woman with evil in her heart. Yet he looked the other way and loved her still.

Such was his folly.

A choice. Andrew stepped closer, closing the gap between -- it was enough to reach out and touch her, yet he refrained. “A choice?” Andrew repeated incredulously. He’d been offered no alternative route. That was the game the crown played. Submit to their authority, to their whims, or face cruel and severe consequences.

Yet, to forge his own path, a choice would need to be made. “Then we’ll choose now.” A beat. “Run away with me. Away from Salsola,” he said with earnest, peering into the fires burning in Helena’s eyes. “We can take our children and go. We can have the life we want."

He didn’t choose Narcissa. He didn’t love Narcissa. Tears welled in the coywolf’s eye.

Do you remember --?” He asked, reaching out to brush a hand through soft, red hair. “Do you remember the beach?

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POSTED: Thu Jun 27, 2019 10:00 pm



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Helena wanted it all; her lofty position, her ‘good mateship’, respect and fear of the lower masses. And him, she wanted most of all. If she had stopped, to recollect herself and peer with scrutiny at her own thoughts and actions she would have felt the panic clawing desperately at her throat.

After all her efforts, she was losing him.

If was a very large word with only two letters. If Helena had been more selfish, if she had been less of a selfish creature then - maybe his offer would have been accepted. She was too little, and too much, all at the same time.

Validation he offered to her, and something was soothed by his fervent, sincere words. Something bitter, and twisted, and incredibly sore.

Her attempt at a scoff was half-hearted, ”And zhey would find us, within zhe moon. Zhen we would all be dead, or zervants.”

As his hand rose so too did her own, maybe in its beginning it held violence in its palm, but when she laid it against his face, it was soft and gentled -- the locks of his hair slid through her fingers like silken threads. She’d wanted to strike him only moments before and yet now, found much of the tumultuous seething had been calmed.

‘Do you remember the beach?’ She did, sometimes it came to her while she slept. Sails and seagulls and the scent of salt.

He wove a dream for her and this time it was she who broke it, not allowing it to gestate into a pain-filled bubble. She shattered it with her expression, before it could ever begin to live.

”Far away eez not being far enough.” Her voice was quiet, Helena spoke the truth, Salsola would follow them, without a doubt in her mind. She did not care to end her life, wretched and broken, like Delfina Heiwa. There was a gleam there, held in her eyes though, again selfishness held her back. If she had given credit to an escape, then perhaps they might have fled to freedom together. This was not the way it played out.

There had been many moons and more since she had welcomed him into her embrace. The last had sparked the new life she had laboured to bring forth into this world. Never had she felt so alone, surrounded by so many others, when she had thought she might die in blood and pain. Her accomplishments continued to ring hollowly in her chest, in those dark moments when the night was both young and old, when she was most alone with her thoughts.

The breaths she took deepened, her other hand snaked itself about his waist and erased the last of the space separating them. She didn’t kiss him, though she wished to. To stake a claim that superseded Crown demanded matrimony.

Instead her head dropped to his shoulder, and breathed in his scent. She had been terrible cruel to him, stretched out over the last moon, seething in her raging jealousy.

Forgive me, was not something she could say aloud, but it whispered in how tightly she held him.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Mon Jul 01, 2019 8:51 pm

The me that you know
Is now made up of wires

Her eyes gave away so much, revealing far more than she would ever admit in her drunken stupor. He saw anger turn to plaintive, wistful sorrow over promises she could never keep. He saw a dream die whimpering. It was an answer that left him hollow -- yet, how could he expect her to abandon all she'd built? It was a foolish hope. A winsome dream that would never come to pass.

She could not go. One could not fight against Salsola's current.

Salsola always found its wayward children. Those who abandoned the kingdom often paid a heavy toll for their crimes. However, Andrew did not fear death nor servitude. He had but one fear, and she held him so tight in her arms. "I won't let them tear us apart," he whispered. Despite the crown's intent, he would defy their rule in secret. No chains would hold him down, not anymore.

He could not love Narcissa. For in his heart, there was room only for Helena. He buried his face in the thick thrush of her hair and sank into her embrace. "I love you," he muttered. She must have known by now -- though, he'd never said the words. They fell from his lips like a sullen incantation.

"Only you."

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POSTED: Sun Jul 21, 2019 1:48 am



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There, brightly, was her torch held up high, lighting up the dark spaces where unspoken promises and smothered fantasies crawled and scuttled.

Those were the dangerous things, the reckless things, that slithered and wound their way about her legs, climbing ever upwards, pushing the Red Woman to the perilous precipice with the wide blue yonder calling, calling to her, begging her to step from the edge.

What was the free-fall to a dragon who could fly. Why should she despair of the bone-breaking rocks below. What was life without the fear

Now her restless mind was turning away, and with her eyes closed the plans began to coalesce in spite of her denial of hope. The Cavalier's boat would give them a substantial lead for little cost, horses were easy to acquire, provisions stolen or requested from contacts who yet lacked the knowledge of her defection, or from those who had never seen her face or known her name.

"I won't let them tear us apart," he whispered; and her heart began to trip, thumping away in her chest, behind the symbol blazing in red; his head falling so perfectly against her neck. The majesty of such a mirage reared before her, so close she could reach out and grab it, so real it was stone and ice beneath her claws.

Black lips split, pouring out heated breath onto him, breathing fire.

"I love you." Her teeth pressed dimples into his jugular, the beat of his life heavy on her tongue.

Those plans... so young in their beginnings; their conflagration was a terrible, beautiful sight behind the eyes of ember bursting open. Oh, if only he knew how close he'd come to convincing defection. Helena stepped back from the edge, and she dragged him with her. The dragoness released his throat.

Trapped, bound in blood to her presence; everything, give me everything.

Her fingers in his hair tightened to a fist and pulled his head back, away from the comfort and into the intensive light of her scrutiny. Each of her breaths released, hoarse and heavy, rumbling from her chest faster, faster.

"You are remembering, Andrew Winthrop. Just 'o you belong to." Her fist tightened, her free hand grabbing hold of him at the base of his spine, just above his tail.

"You are mine, until zhe day you die." Whiskers shivered, the cast of her muzzle curling, wrinkling, exposing the sharp teeth behind her lips. The burning consumed her, racing along her veins, spinning around the green of his eyes, making huge the blackness in her own.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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