It wasn’t something easy to explain, the woman knew that where the first half of her life had occurred, if she would even call it a life, was not something normal. It wasn’t something everyone went through, something people accepted as just something that happened, no. Helena had been raised in a dark corner of the world, a hidden sector of the world so filthy and evil it shouldn’t have ever existed at all. As far as the rest of the world knew, it didn’t. There had been no newspaper coverage, no radio report, nothing to let the world know what occurred to the small blonde. Helena would prefer it that way, there was a secret peace in knowing that children could still grow up scared of not getting their dessert instead of what she had been through.
The blonde’s story was a tragic one, however when you looked at her and her mountains of daisy chains, eyes as bright as the sun and so blue the ocean was jealous, her tale became the definition of Beautifully Tragic. With every obstacle she overcame, it seemed she was always at odds with another, while the blonde was glad to be alive and in love with the world as she now knew it, she was pray for relief. Stuck in this never ending nightmare, stuck in every moment of torture and despair, Helena had developed another emotion while stuck in her own head. An understanding or a desire for fairness, she had thought that whatever happened happened, as long as it was beautiful it would be okay. Now as she was reliving her own personal hell, Helena sought fairness. Had it not been enough the first time? Had she not paid her dues?
It was a selfish thought, to her at least, wishing that the first time had been enough. The worst part about it all was that half of the time she was aware and the other half she wasn’t, either she knew she was stuck in a sick world she had made it out of, or she was right back in the sick would with no hope or recollection of what it was like to feel beauty on her skin. Sometimes she forgot the color of Isobel’s eyes or the way Hestia smelled, something she forgot the sweet somber of Elsa’s voice or how Jimmy’s voice had echoed understanding for her. Most recently, the blonde had held on to one very important moment, Hadrian’s smile. The blonde had been weak from blood loss and burning all over from the several acts of electrocution, when she had almost given up on remembering. Then that smile came into her head, the monsters’ actions dimmed in comparison, her attention on the way the smile looked so ethereal, like it was the most beautiful secret he had ever told and he had chosen to tell it to her.
Helena could sense in the way he moved and the smell of cigarettes that had come from him, Hadrian hadn’t allowed just anyone to see that smile. He had told Helena Faye that she was not just anyone, as she had sunk into her nightmares and nothing but darkness, Helena remembered that. His name escaping from her lips like the most innocent prayer, her mind becoming a whirlpool. Slowly lightness pooled into her nightmares, ripping the pain and sorrow and replacing them with a enchanting dream, fields of flowers where she picked away and asked the man questions about anything and everything she had ever wanted to know. Laughing at the jokes he simpled out for her or the sweet lullaby he had blessed her with. Her body warmed to the melody that escaped his lips and began waking up to the thought of just one more song.
Electrifying blue orbs flew open, her body churning up welcomed fire, her lips the hottest part of her body now. Reacting to escaping her own mind came second to the way his lips were pressed against her own, the sweet soft burn he allowed upon her, bringing her back to life with his lips. Her shaking hand reached up to touch the noir curls she adored, shaking with emotions and her reentry into the real world. Only one thought crossed her mind now.
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