helene lucia

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see?. I do not.

[cxndyjohnson-deactivated2016031]

“this view is so aesthetically perfect, i can’t help but taking pictures.”

[helenelvcia]

“it’s pretty, isn’t it? hey, wait-- your accent... american, isn’t it?”

[irenaemilija]

“I just love that kind of technique. Your kind of people always end up surprising others. Oh, I’m sure you’d kick their asses. End them, to be more precise. But hey, why are you thinking something that grim? Isn’t gonna do you any good.”

[helenelvcia]

“Oh, just a wandering mind, no big deal. A bit morbid, I know, but being locked up here isn’t exactly making it easy to keep thoughts light and happy.”

[helenelvcia]

Pay attention to me - draco c:

            “No.” The answer tumbles from her lips as quickly as a torrent of water from a faucet, raising her arms so that she can see her phone’s screen properly. Helene was still adamant in her refusal to be in his company, and damn it she knew how to hold a grudge. Shifting slightly, she sought to dislodge him from her lap, raising and lowering her legs in hope of kneeing him in the torso so that he would leave her alone. “Go away.”

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[drxco-g]

To be perfectly honest, Draco enjoyed the plush bed that was given to him as he arrived. That was the only this he enjoyed as a prince, but remembering his responsibilities that he never signed up for, it filled him with much dread. Draco was having such a nice dream, a place in the palace, not being hidden away, his brother smiling at him - it was all good, then a loud voice disturbed him from an almost paradise his mind created. He blinked a few times before it registered to him the woman’s voice. Helene. He thought. What could she possibly be doing there and how in the hell did she get through the locked door? Her screams were enough to wake other monarchs in the same floor but she hadn’t toned down a bit, she didn’t care. He rubbed his head before her words registered to his brain. Something about being betrothed to her. “WHAT?!?” he shrieked, not knowing what to feel about being betrothed, especially to her. “Who said being betrothed to you was my plan?” he stood up, his scowl evident on his face, “Why don’t you bugger off and talk about this in the fucking morning?” he snapped, putting on a t-shirt.

[helenelvcia]

Goodness, it was her anxiety fueling her actions and though she knew it, she let her emotions get the best of her. “Oh, how modest of you, Prince Draco,” Helene spat in a scathing tone, crossing her own arms angrily. “To put on a shirt in front of your fiancee. So proper, so cute even when half-asleep.” And then a laugh as she shook her head. “No, this isn’t waiting until morning. You’re awake, so we’re talking about this now.” Her scowl matched his own, eyes glaring brightly at the other though the only light provided was that which streamed through the now open door of his bedroom. “I want to know what the hell you have to gain from marrying me. I’m not next in line for my own throne, and not once in my lifetime have I shown interest in marrying for another’s title. I’m not one of them. Not only am I content with my role, but I am thankful.” The words poured out of her quickly, without any sort of pause of hesitance. There wasn’t a lie in them. The woman had known for years what she wanted, what she needed to do. And now it was all being ruined. And for what? A crown? A title? Controversy? A good story??? “And now? Now you, who was forced into being heir are subjecting me to the same fate? I’m no more fit to rule than you are. I want it less than you do. I knew that we thought alike, but this is cruel.”

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[jonaswatts-blog]

“That would be bloody awful, yes,” he agreed with a harsh frown. “See, the Hunger Games scenario is actually much scarier than them just attacking us, though it’s unlikely they’d try it.”

[helenelvcia]

Pausing from her writing, Helene arched her brow, looking to him curiously now. “The book’s been out for... How many years now? As well as the films? And manipulative ploys that are similar have been used in other pop culture medias. Why do you say it’s unlikely?”

[drxco-g]

“I’m going to have to put the blame on my father for that.”

[helenelvcia]

“Blame, or thanks?”

[alexandervanbelgie]

“Depends. If I thought they were useful, no point in an alliance that’s just gonna get you killed.”

[helenelvcia]

“Good answer. But then how would you decide on a victor if your alliance makes it to the end?”

[helenelvcia]

Helene Lucia: a moodboard series 2/?

Olav +my dearest darling older brother

“Sometimes, being an older brother is better than being a superhero.”

“Oh, come on. You’d suit up at the first opportunity given and you know it. Now, let’s go. This morning run isn’t gonna complete itself.”

@olavmagnus

[vegarvarg]

“I still have three good minutes to work on this, don’t worry about it. Worry about your low chances against me.”

[helenelvcia]

“Alright, fine. But why don’t we make things interesting with a little bet?”

[vegarvarg]

“Practicing…? As in doing couple of sit ups or watching ‘self-defense 101′-videos.”

[helenelvcia]

“Neither. And shouldn’t you be eating your salad?”

[vegarvarg]

“When you kick my ass? Oh boy, what pills have you taken? That’s never gonna happen.”

[helenelvcia]

“None! Yet. And, come on, I’ve been practicing! I could totally kick your ass.”

[vegarvarg]

“God, you really know how to pout. Let me finish this, it will literally take four minutes. You can wait that long.”

[helenelvcia]

“Four minutes? Okay. Just promise me you won’t keel over and puke when I kick your ass.”

[vegarvarg]

“But do you see this salad? It’s unfinished.”

[helenelvcia]

“But do you see this pout?? It’s too cute.”

[helenelvcia]

         “You said you didn’t want to be king! That you’d rather die than take the crown!” It was a scream, an explosion of sound as she burst through his door without so much as a warning or greeting. Nevermind the fact that it was nearly three in the morning, that she picked the lock, or that in her fit of rage, she could very well be waking up anyone else along the corridor. Rounding the bed, Helene threw whatever she could reach at him. A book, a shoe, and then its pair. “You don’t want to be king one day, but now I’m suddenly betrothed to you!?” Petulant. Indignant. Angry, and terrifyingly emotive. “Why? Why me?! Why not France’s princess? Or Malta’s? Or Poland’s?” A pause. “--Well??? Has a cat got your tongue?”

@drxco-g

[vegarvarg]

“Lunch break. No can do. Find someone else.”

[helenelvcia]

“But I need a sparring partner, and you’re the only one that’ll put up with me.”

[helenelvcia]

Helene Lucia: a moodboard series 1/?

Vegar Varg + the bad influence

“So who’s the bad influence on who, exactly?”

                                                                                    “...Good question.”

@vegarvarg