SHATTERED GLASS

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SHCTTERED    ⸺   dependent  writing  blog  associated  with  enchantedtm  ,  featuring eleanor fresne +  the  tale  of  glass-shattered dreams  ,  and pea-sized problems.  penned  by  diana.

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓   .   king   midas's   masquerade   ball.

    𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   .   king   midas's   palace,   chrysos   𝐟𝐭  .   open

" i don't think i've ever seen so much gold. " she admits, hands folding behind her as she glances across the ballroom. " i've read about the king and i've pictured this castle at least a hundred times - but i'm not sure how to feel. somehow it's all a bit lacking. "

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“ well, i think it is far better to have an imagination that could rival any castle or ballroom filled with gold. ” but all that glitters isn't gold, this ella had learned the hard way with unfortunately many nights with her face buried into a pillow wishing herself to dream of a place far better then the one she was in. “ that's one thing no amount of wishing can give you. ” ella's melodic tone carries through each word with an earnestness undoubtedly present until the next words to part past her lips carry an inquisitive nature. “ have you heard all the stories they say about this king? ”

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“Twice upon a time”. Emma Laird photographed by Hellen Van Meene for Garage Magazine

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"  ...  it's  a  nice  night,  warm.  "  spoken  low,  awkward  small  talk  was  all  that  jack  could  find  and  muster  to  break  the  silence,  otherwise  shadowed  by  a  low  lull  of  music  and  percussion  spilling  out  into  the  room  of  the  art  gallery.  wearing  a  two  piece  black  suit,  ribbon  placed  through  the  collar  and  tied  loose  and  low  at  his  collar  bones,  the  young  man  twists  long  fingers  in  the  cuff  of  the  rented  dress-wear.  it  is  seemingly  obvious  that  jack  is  out  of  his  depth  at  an  event  like  this,  yet  tries  his  hardest  to  integrate  into  his  surroundings  possibly  as  a  wallflower  rather  than  an  actual  attendant  though  not  out  of  some  shyness  one  else  might  feel.

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“ mhm, ” a hum of agreement so well timed it had matched the musical melody, serving as an atmospheric white noise, slips past pink painted lips. by default she had taken to ignore the fidgeting, evident discomfort that only brought her to realise this — she too is very out of place. stood beside the wallflower eleanor did find an easement, an odd sort, like maybe they were two peas in a pod, both attempting to fit into a place that vey much felt as if it didn't want them, as if all eyes could see right through the facade. “ are you not a party sort of person? ” a bit lip and blue eyes fall to the ill-fitted jacket worn by a stranger. ' faye an would have fixed that ' she thinks to herself just then and offers up a smile, a lip parted grin, in such a way that the gesture couldn't be misconstrued as anything but friendly. “ well, for what it's worth, ” eleanor places a pale hand on his forearm but the callouses on her palm earn a quick retraction of her touch, “ you look as lovely as everyone else here. ” her reassurance is by words alone, not action and she too can feel the hypocrisy of each sound from her mouth. she couldn't place why just then but all the tells that eleanor was a maid, the small but obvious ones ( like hands worked to the pale bone ) were impossible to hide. it felt exposing.

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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴  ⸻  𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 , 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

╰     cs female , she + her     ☆     𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 …   we’re introduced to ELEANOR FRESNE , the 27 years old MAID at MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S INN from enchanted falls who bears a striking resemblance to PHOEBE DYNEVOR. the whispers in the wind tells us of their FORBEARING and IDEALISING reputation, that’s why the townsfolk often are reminded of shards of shimmering glass shattered across a marble floor , ill-intent mistaken for affection and love , a melody once enchanting now turning sweet dreams to nightmares , a cream white apron soiled with cinders , purple shaded bruises on porcelain pale flesh from a pea sized discomfort.  they are often haunted by dreams of a life lived as ELLA TREMAINE ( CINDERELLA ) + THE PRINCESS ( PRINCESS AND THE PEA ) .

a study in : pretty privilege , people pleasing , forgivenesses is the biggest strength , a fear of asking for help again , romanticism of everything as a way to cope , a little white lie and the guilt that followed

BEFORE THE CURSE ( vague abuse mention tw )

as the story goes , there was a girl who lost her mother at a young age , a once happily family plagued by the loss of one so dear. the girl a spitting image of her mother with a sweet temperament that would put even the sweetest flowers to shame. ella , as the girl was called , clung to her father in lieu of the tragedy as he was all she had left — though in some ways it could be said that the chateau greatly reminded ella of her mother ( as it is said a homemaker is truly who makes a house a home ) and perhaps the only tangible thing that brought her comfort.

it was only a short while before ella's father had remarried , attempting to once again find love as within such a short time he'd grown tired of the loneliness. in truth , ella thought he was attempting to replace her mother , but she took in the new step-mother and step-sisters with all the grace of that of her late mother. then he passed , and as the story goes ella became a prisoner in her own home. a maid servant pushed to the attic where a winter's cold chill often left her to sleep by the fire where embers would dirty her face , and thus cinderella. the death of the only other person she had left in this world that truly loved her broke ella. she retreated into herself more and more and each day came to romanticize her situation to provide little relief in the torment she faced both internally and externally. cooking , cleaning , sewing , it all busied ella and so it was when she was alone at night that her mind was tormented. rare was her sweet dreams , the ones that kept her hopeful for a family like she had once upon a time. it was also the reason ella had so hastily fallen for a man she didn’t know. his face was handsome and his words were sweet , but there was a bitterness under it all , a rot. he was no better than the carriage that had turned back into a pumpkin. 

so when the stroke of midnight came upon her marriage , it all came at once. that familiar grief fell upon her once more. was her step mother right? was there truly no one left to love ella in this world? maybe such a sentiment had truly come to plague her more than expected for when she found another , love was tainted. a knock on the door and promise she was a princess left her with a restless night , not for the pea placed under mattresses for a test but the guilt that ate at her for a lie , the first time she'd done such a thing. had her first marriage truly soiled her good nature? it certainly had left her waiting for this prince to do the same , and maybe he would , or his mother would.

AFTER THE CURSE

eleanor's father was a man well off with a chateau he had placed in eleanor's name before he passed , but the papers had been lost . . . misplaced and instead she found herself working to get by. now , she was a lucky girl as pretty privilege and a sweet disposition had given eleanor more than she would have gotten otherwise. unfortunately , she romanticized what she thought was to be love with her now ex-husband , perhaps it was just infatuation at the time but it did cost her a decent job and with the connections she'd lost , eleanor was left to fall back on what she could afford — a maid at the midsummer night's inn.

it was there she came across another in need of a room for a night with a mother who was displeased at everything the inn had to offer , and while this man might seem like a prince charming she's afraid , very afraid. the illusion of what love is has been tainted for eleanor in which she finds dreaming about the notion far safer and maybe , just maybe she doesn't trust her own judgement — far too naive to the ways of others.

i'll be making this part more detailed in time!

HEADCANONS

her home. glass objects commonly around her home. maybe a bit of miss havisham about her , the start of it anyway. 

from years of working , eleanor has begun to develop an acute form of fms aka fibromyalgia which explains the bruising and restless sleeping habits that have formed , though the latter could also be a product of guilt

romanticism , her favourite way to cope with anything that might even so much as slightly displease or upset her.

LIKES & DISLIKES

favorable: dreaming , singing , piano music , dancing , attending parties , pumpkin soup , beautiful dresses she cannot afford , afternoon tea , kindness from a stranger , floor-length windows that allow the sunshine in

unfavorable: being locked in a room / locked doors , people will ill-intent , raised voices , uncomfortable mattresses and sleepless nights

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CINDERELLA (1922)

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willa cather

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THE BRIDE WORE RED (1937) — dir. Dorothy Arzner