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˚*•✩ ; aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell? ; effie && helle.
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ivy - taylor swift
effiemyers:
So dramatic, always so dramatic.
“They tried to upsell me to overnight it, but I knew it would be wasted on your impeccable intuition.” She’d gotten comfortable invading Thistledown, appreciating the well manicured gardens and vast expanses of empty forest, perfect for her less than savory activities.
Effie offered a curt grin as a backhand, a grand showing of the competitive match up they’d come to enjoy; Helle would have to fight to earn the first point between them. She wanted to swing, to cleave the fool’s head off and make an honest attempt to take the tree down with him. But it wasn’t her first time out with her beloved ax and she knew the fey’s dainty hand was too close for comfort. She’d either have to take a chunk out of his clavicle in a terribly unsatisfying heave or part Helle will her little finger and possibly her ring finger too, a much too devastating loss for someone so ready to drown in romanticism. Whatever about denying her the right to flaunt a rock should love ever feel courteous enough to find and stay with her, having to dote over her injury would surely derail her plan for the evening.
“Rumored, dear one? We settled that a long time ago.” The vamp brought the head of her ax up towards herself, inspecting the edge on its blade that had been honed by her own hand. Some enjoyed yoga by way of mediation and relaxation, weapon maintenance offered much the same results for Effie. She ran her thumb over the ax’s sharpness from top to bottom, careful not to slice herself as Helle offered her victim more tenderness than Effie would ever be able to dish out. “I could never see you suffer, little fey. How about I take his head clean off for you, jaw intact? Perhaps we could keep it in a jar or, better yet, on a spike?”
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“You know me so well,” Helle demurred. There was a shared sense of intimacy and intrigue, with the embers of each stoked over centuries. Intimate knowledge of vices & virtues, an acquired sense of how to slip into the starring role of said vices -- how to be them. There were sparks, and sweet words to keep the other warm before the smoke set in. They were no strangers to leaving each other breathless, or threatening to do so on a more regular basis.
Helle offered her own smile in response, fully enjoying every motion, each of her breaths, being analyzed. Each discerned placement of her hand got in Effie’s way, and it was a habit Helle wasn’t sure she’d ever break. It offered her amusement, a destructive tendency she could control. It was a shallow folly much preferred to her own self-wrought bouts of misery.
“I think you must remind me of those details, darkling. Or, rather, should I remind you? The choice is yours.” Helle let her fingers lace into the dark tresses atop the victim’s head absentmindedly, though a sharp yank followed shortly after. She pulled the head backwards, exposing the next ready for the taking. Though it would be a gruesome scene for any lost soul to stumble upon, this was not a peculiar situation for them to find themselves in. Some endings were out of necessity. Helle could just be a means to an end, and others were simply warranted purely out of desire.
“I’m afraid that’s a bit archaic for the estate. Perhaps we rid the skull of its flesh, and nestle it in the catacombs?” She shot one last pitying glance to their guest, “Paris truly is beautiful this time of year.”
viknaerth:
Vik took most of the opportunities he got to visit nature. Each field trip an attempt to understand the wilds as if they were his own. The cement of the city felt dead, solid and stoic while greenery spoke of life and growth. He hadn’t ever known it to be powerful like the sea but he was always willing to be educated; understanding that the cutthroat nature of a the ocean tide lent more in the favor of death than it did in life. This was unlike so many sprouts of flowery grass that seemed to find a way to life amongst the concrete, fighting between the gaps and looking to the sun. He’d found a way to live too, a piece of flowering seaweed washed just a hair too far from the shoreline.
Where better to go when in need of nature than Thistledown, one of the most idyllic places in all of South Dakota. For Vik it didn’t emanate supernatural misdeeds like most other places he’d been, but rather a serenity that he couldn’t quite explain. A day in the garden and a spot of tea was in order; he busied himself heavy handily pouring out the latter. “Not at all, why would they dare to go when in staying they are watched over by the most tender and beautiful bloom?” Her poetry was never lost on Vik, only matched. “Here you are, darling, perhaps you could show me your favorites?” Vik offered one of the teacups he’d fetched from the estate, filled to near overflowing with a fine vodka he’d brought along. No sense in showing up empty handed to a person who was always so overtly hospitable. A heart like hers and a heart like his lived in similar chapters, to share their tenderness.
Helle longed to entertain, to lounge, to laugh, to swoon beneath the moonlight. Many of her years had been spent in a stagnant, stifling chokehold. She was to control or to be controlled, yet she longed for ricocheting laughter, candid merriment and debauchery. Thistledown was the perfect setting to play hostess, be it at the estate or even a corner of the hedge maze.
“Just how I like it, you know me so well,” Helle mused, raising the teacup in a silent salutation. There was a gleam in her eye, one of mischief and merriment, and so often brought out within Vik’s company. “I can direct you to my very favorite, but it’s back at the cottage. To the right, propped against the corner. If you approach with a discerning gaze, you’ll catch a glimpse in the reflection of the mirror. Stunning really, a true rarity.” She lifted a finger to trace the rim of the delicate china, the delicate pattern. It was a tentative touch as if the blooms would lift from the porcelain and lash and snap at her fingers.
Helle linked her arm with Vik’s, signaling an intake in tandem. She hoped the twinge of wryness threatening to betray her countenance was drowned by the teacup’s contents. “You know, it’s funny you chose this set.” Of those, she had plenty. “She gave this to me once.” Venom and tenderness were intertwined so thoroughly when she spoke on such manners. A gaze darkened and sidled far away, snapped back to lucidity in an almost imperceptible manner. “I trot it out whenever she finds me once more.” It was a bitter thing, a love once lost that kept seeking her out. There was no kindness in the cruel justice of her soul’s own kindred connection. “...hoping she remembers,” Helle dwindled. Why didn’t she ever remember? “Yet you have always had impeccable taste, mon trésor, and how were you to know?” How was anyone to know that such an expansive estate was little more than a claustrophobic mausoleum? “I, trapped within this court, and you ——” Bereft of one. “You? Much too good for my own pity.”
effiemyers:
Effie liked to fill her time with life’s pleasures; the great and the small. She liked offering and then spilling coffee on those hanging around in her lobby waiting to see the mayor. They all squirmed and wanted to blame her but there was nothing they could do. Walking them in like bib-less toddlers was her favorite part, still patting at their stained freshly pressed shirts and she smiling politely contented by the misdeed. But she did have to clock out sometimes and with so many free hours in the day it was only natural to keep up with her most favorite hobby.
Murder.
It was something to do, kept her busy, active and engaged; there wasn’t much more one could want from a past-time. So she stood in the middle of South Dakotan wilds with her ax in hand ready to get to work. A rustle was a hamper to her excitement and she frowned before turning on her heel, wondering why she had been disturbed at the moment enjoyable part. “He’s not yours, is he?” Effie offered a playful wink to the intruder before glancing back to bound stranger struggling to keep himself conscious against an aged tree. “I mean if he is, I’d probably say something poetic and get to going.”
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A spritely body was never her favored form, but Helle Bergström did prefer to make an entrance. She had been watching the horror unfurl in the most gripping sense. The executor was certainly a master in majestic mayhem & maiming, though Helle had finessed her own macabre exploits. She took her corporeal cue to emerge from the tree-line just before the cataclysmic crescendo.
“I must offer profuse apologies for being late, my invitation must have gotten lost!!”
“You’re welcome to haunt the grounds, they’re actually quite lovely.”
That invite had been offered to the executioner long ago.
“He is not, but it has been rumored that I have a fondness for lofty eloquence,” Helle mused. “I’m dreadfully afraid to say that it’s true.” She pushed off the tree she had angled herself upon just so and took a step towards the victim, offering only a pitying glance. She stepped ever nearer, volleying a look — a taunt — Effie’s way as her hand came to rest upon his chest. She shifted it upwards to caress a carved cheek. Helle cradled it gently, offering one last, tender shred. “Such a shame with a jaw like this,” a daring finger traced it. “It would be such a loss if this neck was to snap.”
fiane:
Boredom had sort of become second nature to the fey. Watering what she could every day could only get her so far and Fiahd had become almost lethargic. Almost. It was nearly noon when she managed to slip away. Some time alone surely would wake her up. Some time playing with the water instead of working. Looking over her shoulder every few steps, FIadh managed to slip away into the unknown world (as she liked to think of it.) Her bare feet making dead spots where she stepped as they absorbed the water in the grass. It was then that she heard a soft sort of voice behind her. Fiadh halted where she stood. Whipping around quickly to see who had followed her. “Show yourself,” she called, her voice barely above a whisper itself.
“Rosie? Rosencrantz?” Helle took a halting step and let an exasperated breath expel from her lungs. The cat had wandered once again, becoming apt to roam at his own leisure, just like his companion. The beast had brokered a deal with its keeper. All nine lives would be granted. Helle had a penchant for reaching into that place between life and death, and coaxing departed souls to inhabit their bodies once again. It had been called upon by the court, though Helle preferred to limit it to simpler endeavours of the feline variety. She stooped to wedge herself beneath low branches and tried to dodge barbs and brambles, only to emerge when a voice called upon her. She stood to her full height, an arm raised to show no harm. “Have you seen a cat come through here?”
where: thistledown botanical gardens
when: september 2020
who: open !!
Though the Victorian estate prided itself on the moniker of Thistledown, it was much more than a bed and breakfast. It had been her own residence stately residence when built, but she could not come to part with it as she came and went. Helle had a habit of dotting about the globe, out of her own epicurean curiosity or fleeing messes wrought by her own choices, and flirting with excuses to give to the Court when she was honored and burdened with more power. The Seelies longed to bind her hands tighter, to trap her in higher postions when she only longed to roam free. She had gone about carefully curating what could be her gilded cage. Her most prized additions were lush gardens and a labyrinthine hedge maze for the days she didn’t want to be found.
The feyrie was longing for a garden party -- when an aftenoon with a string quartet gave way to clandestine debauchery as the night darkened, then lightened in the earliest hours. She longed for the moments of addled clarity that only struck when drunk, embraced beneath a silver moon. Until then, she contented herself lazing about in the slowly waning warmth as autumn crept ever in. Helle cupped a delicate bud between tender hands. She closed her eyes and let the faint perfume carry away with a soft breeze. Her fingers unfurled and a blossom soon followed, unfolding layers of white against the dark green hedge. Helle quickly retracted her touch, turning when footsteps neared. ❝All the bright, precious things fade so fast. It’s a marvel that these have stayed, isn’t it ??❞
You’re gone but you’re on my mind
Love Lies Bleeding
All the flowers
you could pluck
the strings of hearts
taut on longbows
could fire high enough
to blot the sun
cascade burning petals
over dew kissed streets
yet love lies bleeding
withered in the garden
of your tenderest dreams.
Sandra Oh & Jodie Comer
Nah, that’s it. This photoshoot leaves me speechless.
There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice
F. Scott Fitzgerald, from “The Sensible Thing” written c. July 1924
It sounds kind of nice.
feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!
THE LOUDSPEAKER
“What you want from me is all of my time wasted on you.”
“Trying to teach me a lesson.”
“Well baby I learned one thing from you.”
“You can try to be my hell, to be my beating.”
“Every time I love myself, it hurts your feelings.”
“If I feel like crying, I won’t hide it.”
“I’ve seen many a friend be silenced, thinking nobody would believe them.”
“Well baby you’ve got another thing coming.”
“I don’t know where the blame lies, but you better believe I’m not gonna carry it all.”
“I don’t know where the shame dies, but it’s helping me to scream this is not my fault.”
“There’s a few bad things I’ve done that nobody made me do.”
“Turns out I had no idea you’d ever tell me we were done, or what that would feel like to hear.”
“I know I’m not so special.”
“You think that I’m beautiful, but it’s not enough.”
“I’m gonna find another ride.”
“I’ll see you in another life.”
“I’m gonna tell one more lie.”
“I’m surprised you don’t wanna stay by my side.”
“I was always out of line, but I thought you were right there with me.”
“I think you’re so beautiful, but I’m not your love.”
“I’d best be going cause it’s getting late.”
“Why don’t I walk you home cause it’s on the way.”
“The last time that we made love, you left in tears.”
“I haven’t seen you since last winter break.”
“I know that I broke your heart.”
“Always such a smart one, always so intelligent.”
“You must know that I took it hard.”
“Oh, baby I think we both know this is the love that we won’t get right.”
“If you said that you wanted, I know I’ll always have one more try.”
“In my mind we’re in my bed and I’m pulling your sweater up over your head.”
“You must know what’s happening.”
“I think I’m gonna kiss you.”
“I told a lot of lies and called it a compromise.”
“I was so afraid to lose.”
“The things that I did to you, you would never do to me.”
“Why do I do it?”
“Even if you said you would forgive me, I don’t know if I could ever say I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“I look at you now, bruised and broken down by what you thought was love.”
“You tell me you want to stay.”
“You wanna watch me change but I’m scared so I tell you to fuck off.”
“Mean hearted girls will kill their loves to hurt themselves.”
“They can’t believe that they deserve anything else.”
“Even if you said you know that I’m sorry, I don’t know if I could ever forgive me.”
ABOUT U
“You told me you don’t wanna go home tonight.”
“You tried to just shrug it off when I asked you why.”
“I still got the scars and they occasionally bleed.”
“Somebody hurt me, but I’m staying alive.”
“I can tell when you get nervous.”
“You think being yourself means being unworthy.”
“It’s hard to love with a heart that’s hurting.”
“I know a place we can go.”
“Everyone gonna lay down their weapon.”
“Just give me trust and watch what’ll happen.”
“I know a place we can run.”
“Don’t you be afraid of love and affection.”
“It’s like you’re carrying all the weight of your past.”
“I see all your bruises, yellow, dark blue, and black.”
“A bruise is only your body tryna keep you intact.”
“I think we should go get drunk on cheap wine.”
“They will try to make you unhappy. Don’t let them.”
“They will try to tell you you’re not free. Don’t listen.”
“I know a place where you don’t need protection.”
“Something massive happened here.”
“I can feel it in the atmosphere.”
“I no longer revolve around you.”
“Now you’re just a friend that once was mine.”
“How can you understand that there’s a whole world gone wrong?”
“How can I try to be civilized when inside there is a shift in paradigm?”
“Everything we built, we built on our love.”
“How can I try to say sorry when my words don’t carry the same gravity?”
“Everything I say, I say it knowing full well you still don’t want to believe.”
“It comes on slow but it leaves much faster.”
“We need something to hold us during and after.”
“Is it all alright now?”
“I am going to be lonely for a long, long time.”
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“This is not what you signed up for.”
“I’ve been trying to find out if anyone feels truly happy because of all that they have done.”
“I always seem to want more, provided that I can get some.”
“Don’t you love me now?”
“You should just let me leave.”
“I could bite my tongue, trying not to say that my love for you looks different.”
“I could bide my time, hoping I can fix it, but it goes against my instincts.”
“I’ve been trying to find out if anyone feels super sure that they are deserving of someone.”
“Give me that diamond ring.”
“Give me that love on the movie screen.”
“Promise I won’t feel a thing.”
“Give me that kiss goodnight.”
“Give me that gold, tell me it’s alright.”
“You’re cold as ice but it feels like fire.”
“The drugs don’t work and I don’t know why.”
“When you hurt me I go higher.”
“I wonder if I could never ask for more.”
“Give me your pain and loneliness, and I’ll love you the best.”
“Promise I’ll love you the best.”
“Give me distress, give me all your lies, and I’ll love you for life.”
“Promise I’ll love you ‘til I die.”
“It’s taking a lot out of me, loving you.”
“There isn’t a lot that I think I can do.”
“I want to be free of this ache, of this need.”
“I want not to want anything.”
“All my nights I think only of you.”
“Deep down I know it’s a false hope.”
“I saw a beautiful girl on the street.”
“I don’t know how you’d find it but I wanted to ask.”
“Everything’s about you to me.”
“How would you feel if one was me?”
“Would you wish we’d made love again?”
“Would you want to revisit the marks on my skin?”
“The world could be burning and all I’d be thinking is 'How are you doing, baby?’”
“I’m sorry to be so serious, I know you don’t like my long face.”
“I’m sorry to be so serious, I know you can’t stand me this way.”
“You are wildfire and I’m standing in the rain.”
“How long do you plan to keep me in the back of your mind?”
“I let you in, you’re leaving now.”
“You hurt me 'cause you should.”
OTHERS
“That’s the way it’s always been.”
“You crossed into my line of vision and suddenly I don’t even have to think or know.”
“I know that you heard what I said.”
“I know how it feels.”
“I’ll always wanna make it feel better.”
“You know I hear what they say.”
“I shouldn’t have to tell you it ain’t right.”
“Why don’t you come on over?”
“Why the hell has it been so long?”
“I thought I should leave you alone.”
“I didn’t like the way that you make me cry, but the way you make me come makes it all alright.”
“I love you in my way.”
“You call me a weirdo; you’re happy to be here, though.”
“I’ve forgotten what it is to be human.”
“You reflect it in my heart like a diamond.”
“If you push, then I will pull.”
“If you go, I will follow.”
“There’s just no point in reaching out for me.”
“I’m just no good at giving relief.”
“Sweet dreams, you deserve.”
For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.
Isn’t that funny? Two ruthless killers and somebody says “jump” and we just - just jump.