The Royal Cousin

Helena Wymond. 26. Princess. Lady of the Court. Romantic & Daydreamer. (Hebe. Goddess of Youth, Patron of the Bride, Former Cupbearer of the Gods.)

[will-you-hunt]

How could this happen? How had things spiralled so out of control? He could barely believe it all. Like sand through finger tips, it had all gathered at the bottom and the pile was toppling. William felt like he was being swept up by a wave of change that made so little sense and it made him question the side he’d left his sword on. But the thing that had most stuck in his mind, was the small red head who had wormed through his thoughts through the chaos. His fiancée who he couldn’t quite remember since his fall, the girl whose eyes went through his soul, as if seeing something so old and ancient that it surpassed the age they lived in.

He had to see her. Leave the comfort of his small home with Elizabeth and be responsible. Whether they wanted or not, they were still tethered and William wanted no harm to befall her, which seemed ever more unlikely. He stood, guarded on either side by Arthur’s closest, holding his breath in nerves until he heard her warm familiar words calling to him on the other side. “It’s urm…it’s Will.”

[helenawymond]

Helena’s eyes widened as she saw the man in the flesh in front of her. A part of her had always hoped that he would come but so far she had no luck. Then there he was, finally here. She felt a part of her well up in happiness but then the feelings of his memory loss and everything hit her like a punch in the gut. She took a deep breath before responding. “Will.” A small smile slid on her lips as her heart skipped a beat at his name, bad habits. “How nice to see you. What brings you here?” She asked politely. “If you would like to talk, you can come in or we can go for a walk if that would be preferable?”

[indy-greek-rp]

Stumblings | Noah & Helena

[indy-greek-rp]

The look on Helena’s face was enough to make him wish he had gone somewhere else. He didn’t want to see that look in her eyes or know that he was the cause of it. If he could, he would take it all back and simply stay in the forest for the night. Perhaps he should have called to Akela. But he didn’t want to have the other man die. Or worse, to have Akela get hurt in the cross fire. But if he had just called her after everything had happened, he could have easily slept off the pain. Or simply stayed by the stream until morning. At least that way he wouldn’t have worried about causing those around him any pain. And his wounds would have looked better tomorrow. 

Still, here he was. He felt Helena leave the spot in front of him, and looked around the room. It was the same as it had been the last time he had been there, ironically when he was caring for her. It seemed as though the rolls had been reversed. As the glass was handed to him, he took a small sip, putting it down carefully beside him. “And why do you assume it was a man?” A hint of amusement played in his eyes although his tone was dry and amusement didn’t play in his words. Of course it was a man. If it hadn’t been he would have been in worse shape because he wouldn’t have fought back. But he still took a bit of pleasure at the question. “I apologize for coming here.”

[helenawymond]

It seemed that no one wanted to hurt her. Helena could immediately see the pain in his eye grow even further when he saw her pain. She always found it so odd that someone who pretended to be unfeeling, actually felt more than most. Many didn’t care for her at all, she came to realize that when she stayed here and no one came by to visit or sent her a letter. She could tell that he was thinking that he should have just stayed away or waited so he could just fix himself like he always did. Always caring towards others while most thought him unfeeling, she was baffled by how he managed to keep up such a façade. At his question, a small smile creeped onto her lips. “Well, if this is a woman who acted such viscously I do not think she is much of a woman at all. More a wild beast and you would have looked worse. I can tell that you fought back and it it were a woman you would not do so.” She replied with a cheeky smile. Noah’s humour was very easily missed by most but Helena had a knack of recognizing it and he always made her smile. 

A soft knock on the door alerted her that someone was there. Helena walked to the door and opened it just enough so whoever was there could see her but not into her room. It was the maid with all the things, she whispered thank you’s more than she could count. The maid had set everything on a platform that she could take over from her. It was rather heavy but Helena just managed. She put it down first and closed the door behind her. Helena looked at the tray and at Noah, grabbing a cloth and soaking it in warm water. As she pulled a chair close to him and sat across of him, she heard his question. Her inner fire sparked at that. “Noah, I do not want you to ever say that again. Who else were you otherwise going to go to?” She asked, looking at him as she frowned. “I know that you would not have gone to anyone else. Elyse would be worried sick. It is for the better that I take care of you here.” She replied sternly, like a real ruler. “You helped me last time, least I can do is take care of you this time.”

[wnq-writers]

She’s as radiant as the sun, and quite a lot of fun.

Bruce Adler  (via wnq-writers)

[indy-greek-rp]

Stumblings | Noah & Helena

[indy-greek-rp]

Her grip around his side made his bruises ache and if she hadn’t been holding him up he would have pulled away. It must have been a rather amusing sight. Noah wasn’t a big man, but compared to the redhead in front of him, he loomed over her. Once he was in a chair however, he allowed his body to relax a bit. Fighting his way through pain was not something that was uncommon to him. After all, he was a huntsmen and more than once he had stepped between the King and an angry boar. That didn’t mean that he was enjoying it. Nor did it mean that he wasn’t seeing lights flashing in front of his eyes. 

He could hear Helena’s voice ringing around in his ears, and if he could just get his mind to focus, he could explain his situation. Giving a small sigh, he pushed his eyes open, finding her face in front of his. “I found myself on the receiving end of some misplaced anger. Do you have a rag?” He couldn’t go home. Not yet. He needed to get the blood off his face at the very least. And perhaps his ribs wrapped. No. That would have to wait. He didn’t have time. He would see a healer tomorrow. Or just do it himself. Either way, the blood. The blood needed to come off. “And some water.”

[helenawymond]

Bad times might have past and lives might have been lost, but Helena could read people just as well as she had before. It was very easy to see that Noah was in a lot of pain. Her blue eyes widened as he just sat there, his breathing fast. Her blue eyes stared at him, as his words fell from his lips. His bottom lip was cut and swollen, his cheek was bruised on one side and there was a smear of blood down his neck. Blood everywhere. She carefully lifted her hand to push his chin up so she could look at him. The pain in his eyes. “Oh Noah...” She replied softly. There were no tears left in her to cry but otherwise she did. Nodding, she moved away. 

Sometimes being too close to Noah was just enough to make her wish that things were back to the way they were, before everything happened. Helena cast her eyes down. “Relax and stay here. Do not move a muscle. I will be right back with rags and hot water.” She said as she opened the door as walked out. A maid that she knew very well and trusted happened to come out of a room down the hall. Helena called her softly and told her to get her rags, hot water, a clean set of men’s clothes from one of the servants quarters, some medicinal herbs and something I can put the dirty rags in. She explicitly told her not to tell anyone else, that it was a secret between them. These weren’t really times to keep secrets from everyone, yet it seemed it was all everyone did. The maid nodded and headed off. Helena walked back into the room and to Noah, her dark silk dress following her like a shadow. She had a glass decanter stood on her table filled with water, grabbing a glass she filled it for him. Helena kneeled down so that she could pass it directly to him, her eyes falling on his bloodied knuckles. “Misplaced anger huh? This man seems to have quite the anger, enough to fuel an army for a war.” She said, frowning.

[indy-greek-rp]

Stumblings | Noah & Helena

Seeing Elysa had been home had sent him in a different direction. He didn’t want her to see him like this. He didn’t need that sort of worry on her shoulders. She had enough on her plate. He thought about going to Thierry, but he didn’t wish to put that sort of worry onto his friend’s plate. He didn’t deserve that. So awhile later he found himself standing in front of the castle, half leaning against the door in an attempt not to fall over. He didn’t fully remember getting there. He simply knew that he could get help there. Pushing his way in, he made his way down the hall, one hand on the wall for balance. 

HIs feet seemed to know where they were going, and he closed his eyes, thinking perhaps it would be the kitchen. That woman, Phoebe, he liked her even if he couldn’t tell anyone why. There was just something about her. But a few seconds later, he found himself in front of a door. He didn’t have a chance to knock before it opened and he had to catch himself from falling into the room. 

@helenawymond

[helenawymond]

Helena had been sat in her room like she had been the past few days. Or weeks. She couldn’t really remember. At first she hated being locked inside of her room, she longed for the outside air and her freedom. Things had changed and she could hardly stay the same frivolous girl she had been before. Sometimes parts of her personality still shone through, like she walked through the gardens and read her favourite books. Today she wore an expensive silk dress because even though it seemed that the world was being ripped apart, money was still everything. Her fiery hair was pulled back in a simple bun that she did herself which wasn’t keeping her hair together as well as when her maids did it, locks escaping into her eyes and brushing her cheeks. The dark blue colour of it reminded her of the midnight sky which made a smile a small smile. She imagined herself being a lot younger and laying in fields, watching the stars up above. She sighed softly.

Suddenly the door of her room opened loudly, causing her to jump out of her reverie. Helena turned around to give that person a stern talking to until she saw who it was. “Noah?” Her voice called him out softly as she covered her mouth and ran over to him, automatically sliding her arms around him to keep him. “Oh my dear God, what has happened to you?!” She asked as her pale arms held him closer so she could help him across to a chair to sit down. Helena perched down next to him, her dress pooling around her. “Noah? Please tell me what is going on?” She asked, softly.

[winter-pomegranates-blog]

Phoebe knew the news wouldn’t sit well with her red haired friend, the royal cousin, so she took a silver tray and placed a couple of chocolate cupcakes with strawberry topping and a chocolate lava-cake with a vanilla ice cream on the plates. She made her way towards Helena’s room and knocked.

After hearing the reply, she opened the door and gently smiled. “It’s Phoebe. I brought you something to lighten your mood. I had to bribe Dot for this.” She added in a lighter spirit, hoping to lure out a smile from her friend.

[helenawymond]

As soon as Helena heard her friend’s voice, she opened the door wider. “Phoebe! How good it is to see you! Please come in.” She chuckled. “I hope that you haven’t had to bribe her too much, your sister tends to drive a hart bargain but so do you. It must be a sisters Oakes thing.” She replied with a wink. She held the door for her friend so that she could walk. “I shall only have one if you agree to have one as well, and to tell me all of the kitchen gossip.” She replied with a smile.

[slytherycoil-miranda]

Miranda didn’t really know how she felt about the events. True, she didn’t really care who died and who lived, but even the gravity of this situation couldn’t be used to her mockery. Especially considering how the figures that were in the center of it were connected to her. Both Arthur and lord Thomus. Lady Jane was, naturally, distressed and didn’t pay attention to where she was heading to, until she has found herself in an unfamiliar part of the castle. Looking around herself, Miranda knocked on the nearest door and was quite surprised to hear a soft voice replying.

She opened the door, slightly, and peeked inside her gaze falling onto a red-haired girl. “Pardon my intrusion. I think I got to the wrong part of the castle and I cannot find my way back to my room.”

[helenawymond]

Helena didn’t recognize the woman behind the door. She was a very beautiful woman but filled with a beauty that most people feared. For a moment she was a little uncertain what to say. This woman seemed to be someone that no one seemed to cross, and if they did they would have hell to pay. She smiled. “Would you like to come in or shall I see if I can guide you back to your room?”

[evelyngodwin]

Not many things in Evelyn’s life made her as upset as she was now. She couldn’t really believe the king would decree such a thing, to send his innocent followers to death. It couldn’t have been him… Then again, she didn’t know him as well. She considered him close but not close enough. Not as close as others, that was for sure. With such a large response in the streets of Valencia, she could only imagine what the atmosphere in the castle must feel like. As she roamed the halls of the palace (knowing it wasn’t safe to venture out in the streets anymore), she thought of Lady Wymond and wondered how she was dealing with it all. Evelyn knocked on her door upon arrival, hoping to share her concerns with her.

“Lady Wymond? It’s Lady Godwin. Erm, Evelyn? May I come in?”

[helenawymond]

Helena’s eyes widened. She hadn’t seen Evelyn in quite some time. When she heard her voice, she opened the door further. “Evelyn? How lovely to see you! Please come in.” She said, her smile growing. Even though she still sounded more bubbly than most people, for her doing she was rather timid. “It has been such a time. Please tell me, are you well? How is your family?” She asked as she motioned to a chair for her to sit on as she moved to do the same.

[helenawymond]

Little Party Never Killed Nobody ~ 1920s AU

[will-you-hunt]

Money, money, money. It made this new world turn. Unlike those over the oceans in Britain to whom the worth of a man was through his name and family, the Americas did not care for such fancies. Whether one was the great grandson of a coal miner or a orphan child, so long as their checkbooks were brimming and their clothes run fine, they were aspiring…worthy.

Harold “Harry” Crawford was such a man. On the surface. He had the hair, the clothes, the dashing smile of a young man on the cusp of riches. He strolled along the halls of the Worthington home, not as if he was a guest, but as if it was his own home. The oozing confidence of someone whose spoon was so silver it would shine over a 100 lifetimes of a common man. It was so very humorous, the way Harry could simply say things and men…lesser men, could not find it in them to say anything otherwise. As if a good suit bought credibility.

Well it did. Harold could feel it as he slid between various faces who each claimed to be a good friend of his, some faces familiar - others alien. That’s the thing about Chicago, everyone and their dog was your best pal, until you actually needed their help. Then it was if you were asking for your weight in gold, with interest. With a swirling glass of whiskey that forever seemed to get topped up by invisible hands, he delicately balanced between conversations, never quite investing in any for too long but also making sure not to be rude. In all honesty, he as only here for one thing, and like magic, it bumped into him in a small hall way. Not that either of them had known it.

He glanced down at the small figure that bumped into his chest, raising his brow a fraction as his bright smile remained steady. That was one thing Harry never faked. His smile. The world, with all its life and colour, it made him joyous and there was nothing that could stop him putting on the wolfish smirk, not even nearly getting drink on his very expensive shirt. “Oh, it’s quite alright little bunny, I ain’t gonna eat ya for it.”

“Let me apologise too, it takes two to be blind…are you alright…Miss..?” While his voice stayed level, Harry couldn’t quite keep his eyes from wondering. She was quite the sheba that was for certain, a small petite thing with eyes that seemed to strike further than they had the right too and a dress that fit her as well as a Queen’s glove. Well, it seemed like the party got that bit more interesting.

[helenawymond]

Chicago was a busy city, especially since the economy boomed. Fancy wear was everywhere and so were cars now. Everyone had to have the newest thing or otherwise you weren’t part of the elite. Rosie’s parents had a bright green car, a very rare thing back then. All her friends always saw her coming even when she was in the far distance. She guessed that was part of the reason why her parents bought the car, so people would know exactly who they were. The richest family of the whole city.

Since they had become so wealthy, the world around Rosie had become a blur. Everyone seemed to want something from her and was always trying to get into her good books. Mainly it was so that they could chat up other business partners or rich people, showing off that they had connections with the Allbrights. It used to bother her when she was younger, but she wasn’t bothered by it know. She had her group of loyal friends that she trusted and knew they were her friends because they liked each other and their company, not because of money or such. 

Rosie was surprised to run into the person she had run into. Such a young and dashing young fellow, how could she have possibly not noticed him before? His smile blew here away. She could tell it was sincere because she would see it in his eyes. They danced with happiness and the blueness of them pulled her in. She felt her breath catch slightly, especially when he mentioned the nickname. “Oh! Good. I don’t think I’d taste that good.” She managed to get out with a giggle, her buzz was helping her along nicely with that. “Once again, I am sorry for being so ditzy.” Rosie replied with a real smile of her own, it was a small one but it had a lot of potential to grow bigger which was all dependant on how the night would go.

“I am quite alright, sir.” She replied as she let her eyes wander further over him. He was definitely a hotsy-totsy piece of meat. All the way from his polished kicks to his gelled hair and neat suit which looked incredibly expensive. Her red locks were pinned to perfection to create a bob-like hair style, while it being wavy as well which was the newest style. Rosie was now becoming painfully aware how well this dress clung to her and how the lipstick made her lips stick together, making it look like she was pouting the whole time. Just as she was about to reply, someone bumped into him from behind causing them to fall against the wall. This fine-looking, young man was suddenly a lot closer than before. She could smell the liquor in his glass and his aftershave in the air. “Um... how about we move first? I don’t think that this narrow hallway is a good place to stay to talk.” She replied, with a blush on her cheeks.

[helenawymond]

Helena’s heart felt heavy, like someone had stabbed it. Well, he might as well have. She had loved Arthur her whole life like a brother. She loved all her cousins because they were all she had, but what he had done know. Her stomach churned. The thought alone made her feel sick. She was feeling very distraught and she didn’t want to see anyone really. Which is why she was rather surprised to hear a knock on her bedroom door. Helena had been staring outside again, like she always did. She turned around and replied. “Yes? Who is it?”

[lizfam]

The Roaring Twenties.

[helenawymond]

Little Party Never Killed Nobody ~ 1920s AU

@will-you-hunt

The music was so loud that it made Rosie dizzy. That might have also been the number of glasses of champagne that she had consumed during the night. The frills of dresses and fireworks were imprinted in the insides of her eyelids. Women were giggling and chatting around her as men were smoking, dancing together. The mansion of the Worthington twins was a well known place, filled with only the elite who were allowed to party with them. Rosie’s family was known as the upcoming and most influential family of their generation. They were practically bathing in money. She remembered when they moved into the house that they live in now and all the rich friends she met later.

Rosie navigated herself through the crowd, her silver fringe brushing against her calves. The crowd was roaring as they were expressing their emotions in all exuberant ways possible. Cheering. Yelling. Screaming. Laughing. Dancing. She pushed herself through the throng of people. A lot of them smiled at her, complimented her or said something nice. Everyone wanted to be on the right side of the rich. She accidentally bumped into one of her close friends, Millie. Due to her giggles and the fact that her parents were currently experiencing difficulties, Rosie knew she was drinking a lot. Millie was clearly zozzled. “Roosannaaaaaa...” She slurred. The booze was very evident on her breath as she caught a whiff of it when she bent down to hug her. “Yooou’d never knooooow who I just ran intoooo...” Millie continued as she erupted into giggles. “It was Bernie.” She turned to her and bit her lip to keep her giggles in. “Aaaaaand-” She burped once before continuing, “He was there with your future husband.” Rosie stopped right there when she said that. Harry Crawford. The man her father had ‘given away’ to. After he came back from the war, he became even more successful than previous generations of his very rich family. She mumbled an apology to Millie who seemed far to entranced by a handsome guy next to her to notice her leave. She was feeling really nice and the idea of him alone put a damper on her mood. Rosie moved through a narrow corridor when someone accidentally bumped into her. Alcohol and bodies swayed but thankfully nothing spilled, but her heart stopped for a second. Because the hallway was so narrow, she was forced to look at the person instead of slipping away. “I’m so sorry!” She apologized profusely, looking into the pair of most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her life. Her heart stopped now for a very different reason. “Um, I so  incredibly sorry.” Rosie muttered softly, trying to keep her eyes away from him but they kept going to his.

[helenawymond]

[Greek Week]

[blaiselestrange-blog]

“Oh no, no one in particular,” he said, shaking his head a little. “You needn’t trouble yourself, dear Hebe,” he said, smiling at her. He wouldn’t want word of Prometheus treating Hebe as ‘less than’ getting back to her father. “How have you been?”

[helenawymond]

Hebe smiled at him. “Oh, alright then.” She replied, “If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know.” She continued, kindly. She shook her head. “it is no trouble, sir. I do not mind helping others at all.” Hebe said with a big smile. It was true, she loved helping others when she could. “I have been well, thank you. How are you?”

[helenawymond]

[Greek Week]

[elizabeth-harlow-blog]

“I know a lot about every god and human in existence for I have allotted there fate. The last I saw of you you were but a few days old. That is not what I am here to see you about though.” She paused for a brief moment of hesitation, wondering if that was being too meddlesome. “Your husband. Take care of him. The adjustment has not been easy.”

[helenawymond]

Hebe looked at her. She looked like someone you saw in a dream. Someone who was always there but someone you never fully saw. She seemed to familiar. “A few days old? How can you know me so well and I not know you at all?” She asked, softly. When the woman asked her question, Hebe was truly stumped. “My husband? Of course I shall take care of him, like he will take care of me.” She blushed brightly. “I-I can imagine that the adjustment isn’t easy. It hasn’t been easy for the both of us. Married life...” She paused. “Married life is very different and I would like to think that we’re both trying our best.” She replied, honestly.

[helenawymond]

[Greek Week]

[freya-vadas]

Artemis shrugged in response. The truth was that she was running from a certain demi-god on earth and the feelings that went with him, but of course she’d never admit that. “I’m well. It had been a while since I graced olympus with my presence so I thought I would come up for a day or so. And how have you been?”

[helenawymond]

Hebe was very unaware of the reason why Artemis was actually here but she didn’t care about that. She was happy to have some company. She counted the goblets before turning to her friend. “I am really happy to hear that. It has been indeed. How is it down there, you know, on Earth?” She asked, curiously. She had never been there herself so she loved hearing how it was from others. “I have been very well. I am still getting used to my matrimony with Heracles but I am doing well, thank you.”

[helenawymond]

[Greek Week]

[nothinkingjuststupid]

“I’m rather uncomfortable now as it is; do I really need to?” His question was hesitant, nervous at the thought of being here so close to the God who threw his brothers into eternal punishment. “I ask,” he began once more, “If you wanted to leave this place, for the day at least. Have someone else be the cup bearer for the day.”

[helenawymond]

Hebe turned to the young man. “I am awfully sorry, it is not my wish to make you uncomfortable.” She replied as she looked at him with wide eyes. When he repeated himself, she stopped dead still as the thought deeply. “I-I guess there could be someone else who could be cupbearer for a day. Why do you ask? She asked curiously.”

[helenawymond]

[Greek Week]

[madamofchaos-blog]

“Depends on the dose, really. It either makes you fall asleep for a short while, or everyone turn up giddy and jovial, spilling wine to the floor and making funny faces in the process.” And spilling their secrets out in the open, creating glorious chaos as the liquid stops working and the Gods recall all the information. 

[helenawymond]

“Oh... well, I am still not very sure if that’s a good idea. The wine seems to put everyone in good spirits as it is, without whatever it is you want to add.” Hebe replied, honestly. A giggled escaped her lips. “Funny faces.” She smiled at Eris. “How have you been? It has been some times since I have seen you.”