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friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you
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Makaria avoided her father’s gaze, keeping her own gaze fixated on the ground. She fidgeted with the bottom of her dress, playing with the fabric to keep from having to face the man before her. She winced at his sigh, catching her bottom lip with her teeth. She swallowed and slowly rose her head, forced herself to look at her father, to not turn away and hide, no matter how desperately she wanted to.
“She’s up top,” she told him. “She’s...she’s where she wants to be, I suppose.”
"She's not coming home" to Hades from Makaria -@parentsofdustandashes
and ali lost the meme - @parentsofdustandashes
there’s a look in his eyes. strange, indescribable. terrified. what was his daughter speaking of? where was her mother. it was with a sigh that anyone but his family would have feared but his daughter should have known. it was the sound of his head spinning, the sound of him trying to process the how. the why. the what.
it was the sound of complete and utter panic.
“ …. where his she? “
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Hélène had been at Anatole’s bedside ever since she’d heard. How could this have happened? Her brother had always believed himself to be invincible and she’d known him for so long that she’d started to believe it as well. Her gaze fixated on him, refusing to look away for even a moment, lest she miss something important. She watched as Anatole struggled to find consciousness.
She found herself smiling back at him, even though it was slightly forced. She clung to his hand with her own, almost afraid to let go. “It’s me,” she confirmed quietly, reaching out her free hand to stroke his sweaty hair back. “It’s me. I’m right here,” she wanted to reassure him, to tell him that everything was going to be alright, but at this point, she didn’t know how true that was.
@parentsofdustandashes // plotted starter.
The haze of unnatural sleep still clings to Anatole’s eyes as he stirs. Awake, barely so, he shifts on sheets too thin and course to be his own, only vaguely aware of murmuring — of familiar voices — nearby. He floats to the surface of consciousness at a leisurely pace and minutes pass with only the shift of his far-off eyes, the turn of his heavy head, or the low groan of his hoarse voice before his wits begin to return to him.
Before any other certainty there is HER. “Hélène…?” She comes into focus, hand grasping his own and eyes fierce with some pain he doesn’t yet understand. How can he help but smile at her, unknowing as he is? “Hélène, it’s you.”
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Natasha settled inside of the car, glad that the heater was on. She looked out of the window to ensure that her friends were following, not wanting them to be stranded in the cold. She smiled at them as they approached, waving at them. She felt much warmer in the safety of the vehicle. Andrei really had come to the rescue. She didn’t even notice how Andrei and Hélène were treating one another. She didn’t notice the sour glances or rude avoidance. She was too preoccupied by the fact that her fiance had come to help her and her friends. She leaned against the seat on the passenger’s side, blowing on her hands to warm them up. She removed Hélène’s scarf, offering it to the other woman. “Thank you for letting me borrow this,” she thanked her. “You’re really so kind, but I don’t need it anymore,” she was warmer now and no longer needed the warmth that came from the fabric. She hummed to herself, removing her hat, which was damp from the snow. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, shivering a bit as the cold water touched her hands.
Andrei returned to the driver’s seat after greeting Pierre, perfectly content to not acknowledge Hélène whatsoever. He waited for the others to enter the car before he began driving off. He asked Natasha several questions about why she was out in the cold and she explained everything: How she and Hélène were out ice skating when they were surprised by the blizzard, how the power had gone out and cell service was down, and how Natasha had volunteered to seek out help. With every word, Andrei’s expression soured more. He didn’t appreciate Hélène encouraging his fiance to risk her life for the sake of anyone else. He thanked Pierre for accompanying Natasha and for looking out for her.
“Oh, but it was Hélène who really helped,” Natasha insisted. “She’s such a nice woman, despite us having not spoken much before tonight,” she smiled. “Oh, isn’t she wonderful, Andrei? She wouldn’t let me out of her sight. She gave me advice about love and my own safety and children,” Andrei nearly choked at that. He glanced at Hélène warily, narrowing his eyes as he gazed at her from the mirror. He reluctantly thanked her even as Natasha went on and on about how amazing the other woman was. The car drove back to Marya’s house before parking. Andrei informed Natasha and the others that a snowplow would be heading that way by morning, but they still might be trapped there overnight. Natasha was satisfied by that answer as she removed herself from the car, walking around to open Hélène’s door and to help her out.
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Hélène held Natasha close to her side , wrapping both her arms around the girl’s waist. She did not need to be an expert at homeostasis to know that the girl was already freezing half to death. They had not been out for long & Natasha was shivering so violently that it shook her as well as she held on to her protectively. Now that they were in the cold , she could not provide the same warmth that she had back at Marya’s house , insufficient to provide for both herself and Natasha. She tugged at the scarf around her neck then tucked it under the layer of coats , over her bare neck. When they trudged right , she could not see a speck of light through the cold & this could indicate that the blackout had affected the rest of the neighborhood. The streetlampts were dimmed , the houses in the distant were dark through their windows & it was eerily silent , save for the howling of the wind. Not a car in sight either. It was a ghost town. People were probably cowering away from the cold with the lack of ambition compared to the three of them who were risking themselves in the cold. Had it not been Natasha who volunteered , Hélène would not have been so ambitious to venture out into the cold for help.
“ Natasha , it’s been 10 minutes & you’re shivering so much. We’d better hurry & find some place where you can warm up, ” Hélène told her , a hint of urgency in her tone of voice. She rubbed her side gently before her fingers curled around the material of her coat into a tight fist. It was complete insanity how the weather could threaten their lives in such a way ; it was entirely startling. For once , she prayed in her head quietly for their safety to whichever God was listening. She never sought the help of a God but now felt like the most appropriate time to. If there was anybody listening , she hoped that they would be blessed with some sort of miracle or anything that will get them out of the cold that had nothing to do with death. The humming that reached her ears brought her some sense of calmness & she looked down at Natasha in her arms. “ We’ll have to turn back if the other houses don’t have light. It won’t be any use if we continued down a road of houses that are in the same condition as Marya’s, ” she told Natasha over the wind. Glancing over at Pierre over her shoulder , she noticed that he had moved up rather close to them , hot on their heels to ensure that neither of them would get knocked off their feet. “ Well , anything for you… ” she murmured quietly to Natasha.
The weight of her winter boots grew on her & each step became a labored job. Her grip on Natasha tightened. She could feel her exhaustion for her own steps had slackened into weaker ones & she anticipated that she would fall any moment. She fell to her knees when Natasha did , the girl having pulled her down with her weight & Hélène felt a sudden pang of panic. “ Natasha?! ” Pierre had let out a yelp & moved to stand behind Natasha, carefully lifting her up by her underarms. “ Are you alright? ” he asked in a haste as he helped her up to her feet with ease. Hélène was on the verge of bombarding Natasha with a flurry of questions when she noticed the headlights of a car growing as it headed towards them. Upon realizing whose it was , Hélène withdrew herself from Natasha. Pierre turned to stare at the car , his jaw dropping at the sight of his close friend. “ I thought he wasn’t to return until midnight? ” she asked Pierre in a hiss but he shrugged lightly in response. “ That’s what he told me… ” The Bolkonsky did not like her & she did not like him either. The only things they had in common were Natasha & Pierre which often led to meeting up with him. If it weren’t for their mutuals , she would gladly avoid him but now was not the best case to bring up their hatred.
Natasha shivered, shaking her head when Hélène tucked her other scarf around her. “Y-You don’t n-n-need t-to do th-that,” she insisted, not watching Hélène to be cold. “You’re g-going to f-f-freeze,” she frowned, watching the other woman closely. The last thing that she wanted was for Hélène to freeze to death simply because she gave away all her clothes to Natasha. It was true that Natasha was more susceptible to the cold, but that didn’t mean that Hélène was completely immune. She was glad that Hélène was with her, however. This task would be all the more unbearable if she’d had to journey out alone, or even with people whose company didn’t enjoy as much. She was thankful that it was Hélène and Pierre who had volunteered to join her rather than Mary or someone else. Even Marya would have been fretting over her too much and Sonya would willingly sacrifice everything just to keep Natasha safe. Pierre and Hélène were perfect for the task, not too protective and not too nonchalant. They were simply wonderful.
“I-I’m okay,” she insisted despite her shivering. She didn’t take her eyes off of the approaching car even as she sunk into Hélène’s touch. “I-I’ll be okay,” she clamped her teeth down to keep them from chattering further. “I-It’s just a l-l-little cold,” she wrapped her arms around herself, settling against Hélène’s side. “W-We w-won’t have to t-t-turn back because A-Andrei is here,” her entire face lit up with joy. “H-He can h-help,” she beamed, turning towards Hélène with the brightest smile on her face. Andrei was here. He was home. She could hardly believe it. She hadn’t expected him to come home so soon. She watched as the car slowed to a stop in front of them, the man inside removing himself from the car. Natasha walked closer, gaining speed as she approached him. Soon, she was throwing herself at her fiance, wrapping her arms around him. “Andrei!” She exclaimed, burying her face in his neck. “You’re here,” she smiled.
Andrei stiffened for a moment before wrapping his arms around Natasha, rubbing her back. He pulled away from her after a second, cupping her face in his hands. “Natasha, you look freezing,” he muttered, studying her. He had a sour expression on his face when he noticed Hélène, pulling his fiance closer to him. “Come on, get in the car,” he instructed, leading Natasha inside of the car. Natasha went along with him before turning back and waving to Hélène and Pierre to follow.
#YOUNG (Natasha Rostova)#OUT THERE SOMEWHERE (Great Comet Modern AU)#//sorry that this took so long!
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Beloved Eurydice,
I’ve lost track of the time just as much as you have. It could be summer or winter and I wouldn’t know the difference, not really. I’m certain that if I went outside, I would feel the difference, would be able to see the subtle changes in the seasons. But I don’t go outside. Not anymore. I just stay inside and I drink I think about what might have been. What might have been if I hadn’t been so weak if I hadn’t looked back.. Mr. Hermes keeps trying to visit. He says that things really have changed for the better, both here and down below. I hope he’s right. I hope that what I did made a difference even if it wasn’t worth it.
I hope things have changed for you. I hope Mr. Hades isn’t making you work too hard. If he is, I’ll go back down there and I’ll kill him demand that he treats you better. I know that it didn’t work out so well last time, but I have nothing more to lose. Life is nothing without you in it. I haven’t moved on. I could never move on. I could never find anyone as worth loving as you. You were are my sun and each and every one of my stars. You are my song, Eurydice. No one could ever replace that.
I don’t sing anymore. Not really. Not the songs I used to sing. I play sometimes, but they’re sad melodies and mournful tunes. Mr. Hermes says that if I played these songs at his bar, I would depress everyone. I guess that’s all I’m good for now, huh? When I received your letter, I felt the closest thing to joy I’ve felt in a long time. Please don’t stop writing. These letters are all that I have.
Forever yours,
Orpheus
[ @parentsofdustandashes wherever he is wandering…]
Dearest Orpheus,
I think it’s October? November? I don’t really know… Miss Persephone has been down here a while now. It should be early winter or late fall is what she said. I wish I could be there to help with things. I hope that isn’t too bad, but hearing your song, I know that things won’t be like before. I can see it now if I close my eyes and think hard enough. I can see the fall leaves drifting to the ground. Gentle snowfall… Not the storms just… Peace. Calm… Beauty in the chill. Even so… I can’t help but find myself dreaming of the spring even if I saw so little of it. More importantly, I cannot stop thinking worrying about you.
How have you been? Where have you been? What are you doing now? Have you moved on? Though, I fear as though I may just be letting my mind wander, ask too many questions. You do not have to write back… Not if you don’t wanna. I just… I needed to write this… Tell you I am alright and to say how much I miss you I love you. That I am proud of you. That things are changing.
There’s so much more I long to say but I find myself unsure of what you long to know, nor do I wish to drive you down here too soon. Just… Keep trying Orpheus. Keep trying and playing and singing out. I’ll continue your work down here.
Write back soon.
Yours,
Eurydice
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Hélène held Natasha close to her side , wrapping both her arms around the girl’s waist. She did not need to be an expert at homeostasis to know that the girl was already freezing half to death. They had not been out for long & Natasha was shivering so violently that it shook her as well as she held on to her protectively. Now that they were in the cold , she could not provide the same warmth that she had back at Marya’s house , insufficient to provide for both herself and Natasha. She tugged at the scarf around her neck then tucked it under the layer of coats , over her bare neck. When they trudged right , she could not see a speck of light through the cold & this could indicate that the blackout had affected the rest of the neighborhood. The streetlampts were dimmed , the houses in the distant were dark through their windows & it was eerily silent , save for the howling of the wind. Not a car in sight either. It was a ghost town. People were probably cowering away from the cold with the lack of ambition compared to the three of them who were risking themselves in the cold. Had it not been Natasha who volunteered , Hélène would not have been so ambitious to venture out into the cold for help.
“ Natasha , it’s been 10 minutes & you’re shivering so much. We’d better hurry & find some place where you can warm up, ” Hélène told her , a hint of urgency in her tone of voice. She rubbed her side gently before her fingers curled around the material of her coat into a tight fist. It was complete insanity how the weather could threaten their lives in such a way ; it was entirely startling. For once , she prayed in her head quietly for their safety to whichever God was listening. She never sought the help of a God but now felt like the most appropriate time to. If there was anybody listening , she hoped that they would be blessed with some sort of miracle or anything that will get them out of the cold that had nothing to do with death. The humming that reached her ears brought her some sense of calmness & she looked down at Natasha in her arms. “ We’ll have to turn back if the other houses don’t have light. It won’t be any use if we continued down a road of houses that are in the same condition as Marya’s, ” she told Natasha over the wind. Glancing over at Pierre over her shoulder , she noticed that he had moved up rather close to them , hot on their heels to ensure that neither of them would get knocked off their feet. “ Well , anything for you… ” she murmured quietly to Natasha.
The weight of her winter boots grew on her & each step became a labored job. Her grip on Natasha tightened. She could feel her exhaustion for her own steps had slackened into weaker ones & she anticipated that she would fall any moment. She fell to her knees when Natasha did , the girl having pulled her down with her weight & Hélène felt a sudden pang of panic. “ Natasha?! ” Pierre had let out a yelp & moved to stand behind Natasha, carefully lifting her up by her underarms. “ Are you alright? ” he asked in a haste as he helped her up to her feet with ease. Hélène was on the verge of bombarding Natasha with a flurry of questions when she noticed the headlights of a car growing as it headed towards them. Upon realizing whose it was , Hélène withdrew herself from Natasha. Pierre turned to stare at the car , his jaw dropping at the sight of his close friend. “ I thought he wasn’t to return until midnight? ” she asked Pierre in a hiss but he shrugged lightly in response. “ That’s what he told me… ” The Bolkonsky did not like her & she did not like him either. The only things they had in common were Natasha & Pierre which often led to meeting up with him. If it weren’t for their mutuals , she would gladly avoid him but now was not the best case to bring up their hatred.
Natasha shivered, shaking her head when Hélène tucked her other scarf around her. “Y-You don’t n-n-need t-to do th-that,” she insisted, not watching Hélène to be cold. “You’re g-going to f-f-freeze,” she frowned, watching the other woman closely. The last thing that she wanted was for Hélène to freeze to death simply because she gave away all her clothes to Natasha. It was true that Natasha was more susceptible to the cold, but that didn’t mean that Hélène was completely immune. She was glad that Hélène was with her, however. This task would be all the more unbearable if she’d had to journey out alone, or even with people whose company didn’t enjoy as much. She was thankful that it was Hélène and Pierre who had volunteered to join her rather than Mary or someone else. Even Marya would have been fretting over her too much and Sonya would willingly sacrifice everything just to keep Natasha safe. Pierre and Hélène were perfect for the task, not too protective and not too nonchalant. They were simply wonderful.
“I-I’m okay,” she insisted despite her shivering. She didn’t take her eyes off of the approaching car even as she sunk into Hélène’s touch. “I-I’ll be okay,” she clamped her teeth down to keep them from chattering further. “I-It’s just a l-l-little cold,” she wrapped her arms around herself, settling against Hélène’s side. “W-We w-won’t have to t-t-turn back because A-Andrei is here,” her entire face lit up with joy. “H-He can h-help,” she beamed, turning towards Hélène with the brightest smile on her face. Andrei was here. He was home. She could hardly believe it. She hadn’t expected him to come home so soon. She watched as the car slowed to a stop in front of them, the man inside removing himself from the car. Natasha walked closer, gaining speed as she approached him. Soon, she was throwing herself at her fiance, wrapping her arms around him. “Andrei!” She exclaimed, burying her face in his neck. “You’re here,” she smiled.
Andrei stiffened for a moment before wrapping his arms around Natasha, rubbing her back. He pulled away from her after a second, cupping her face in his hands. “Natasha, you look freezing,” he muttered, studying her. He had a sour expression on his face when he noticed Hélène, pulling his fiance closer to him. “Come on, get in the car,” he instructed, leading Natasha inside of the car. Natasha went along with him before turning back and waving to Hélène and Pierre to follow.
#YOUNG (Natasha Rostova)#OUT THERE SOMEWHERE (Great Comet Modern AU)#//this is short and bad#//I'm sorry
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Natasha huddled close to Hélène, grasping her hand as tightly as she dared. It was even colder than she had expected, freezing her to her very bone. Her cheeks were glowing from the cold and her breath was clearly visible in the chilled air. She pulled her own beanie tightly over her ears so as to keep any cold from touching her exposed skin more than it already was. Her teeth chattered violently, but she refused to back down. She could do this. “R-Right?” She looked back at Pierre for confirmation, nodding in agreement. “R-Right it i-i-is,” she moved impossibly closer to the older woman, wanting to just nuzzle her face against her neck, but she fought back that urge, feeling as though it might be inappropriate, plus, she wouldn’t be able to see which way she was going. She turned to walk right, marching along the icy road in hopes of a car maybe driving by. In the back of her mind, she hoped that no one was driving in this weather. It wouldn’t be safe. One’s car could easily skid across the road with so much ice and snow. She took deep breaths that seemed to chill her very insides, shivering almost violently from the cold. Her eyes watered from the wind, but she quickly wiped her eyes and refused to shed a tear. She could do this. It wasn’t that bad. That’s what she continued to tell herself in her mind as the three of them trudged through the cold.
“I-I d-don’t need t-t-ten layers,” the girl insisted as she continued to walk. “I-I’m perfectly f-f-fine,” she told Hélène despite it not being totally true. In actuality, the girl was freezing and was rather uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to seem weak or unable to handle herself. Sure, she was cold, but it wasn’t unbearable or anything. Or at least, that’s what she convinced herself. It was just cold. It wouldn’t kill her. She had Hélène and Pierre with her too, and they wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Of that, she was certain. She started humming a little tune under her breath, trying to distract herself from the biting cold. She could make out a house not too far away, but they appeared to have no power as well, if the darkened windows were anything to be considered. “I th-think your r-right,” she told Hélène. “It d-d-doesn’t l-look like the n-neighbors have p-p-power either,” she pointed in the direction of the house. “W-We’ll have to w-walk a b-b-bit f-further,” she continued moving, the chill seeping into her skin. She continued to walk, smiling a little even as her lips felt uncomfortably dry. “I-I’m g-glad I-I have you and P-P-Pierre,” she admitted. She didn’t want to be babied, but it was nice to know that she had people looking out for her in a way.
They walked for a great deal of time, so long, in fact, that Natasha feared that her knees might buckle and give way underneath her. Her entire body felt heavy and walking any further was proving to become difficult. She huddled even closer to Hélène, shivers wracking her whole body periodically. Luckily, the weather had eased up a bit and the wind was less intense, but Natasha was still worn out. Her eyes slipped closed and she suddenly stopped in her tracks, falling to her knees without realizing what was happening. Her eyes snapped open and she quickly pulled herself out of the snow, having not meant to fall. “S-Sorry,” she apologized, rising to her feet. “I-I d-d-didn’t mean t-to,” she blushed, her teeth still chattering. She paused and looked ahead, making something out a way away. It was growing bigger, closer. “Wh-What’s that?” She pointed, making it out to be a pair of headlights, followed by a car. It was someone who might be able to help! Natasha began waving her arms around and jumping up and down, her earlier exhaustion quickly vanishing with her excitement. As the car came closer, she realized that she recognized it. Her eyes went wide. “A-Andrei?”
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The many scenarios played in her head as she ran through each option in a quiet conversation with herself. Being snowed in was not such a bad thing but supplies were scarce & the cold would soon take its toll on all of them . She worried for Natasha. If the girl could not take the cold outside with an extra layer of clothes , she would freeze either way if they headed out to look for help or stayed back. Her choices were cautious , taking Natasha’s well-being into consideration most importantly. “ The blizzard won’t last but we don’t know about the damage it’s done. We should try to get some help but since there’s no signal , we can’t exactly phone the authorities, ” she told the girl & looked up at the ceiling in thought , tapping her index finger against her chin. Their best chance would be heading out to search for help & ignore the cellular network. They could bring their phones just in case they had signal but their most effective one would be going out there for physical help of anyone who was available. “ A small group should go out to find help. Nevermind cellular network. Finding people who can help us would be the better choice. ” Now the decision was the matter of who were the volunteers who were going to risk themselves in the cold.
The heavy wind had slathered the windows in a thick layer of frost & she could not see anything else past the frozen window panes. A beautiful sight of nature at its strongest , but deadly. Exhaling sharply , she looked at Natasha & took her hand in hers gently , patting her knuckles lightly with a brush of her fingertips. “ Danger does add a thrill in life but when it becomes life-threatening , it does get terrifying. We’re trapped in the dark & the cold with a dozen of people … ” She looked over her shoulder at the crowd that was still huddled up in a hushed meeting while Pierre & Marya took to a corner for their own personal discussion about housing so many people. She looked at Natasha , unable to see the way she flushed in the dark but her words made her smile. “ Well , I guess not everyone is nice enough for me to notice their good qualities. People see the both of us differently & because of that , we perceive things in multiple perspectives. ” Natasha lifted her mood so quickly , she had almost forgotten about how much she was stressing about the blackout. The girl worked miracles & she was a marvellous distraction.
“ Research is very helpful , that’s why we have the internet. & if you have any relatives who have children , you can always ask them. Understanding the experiences of others is a good way of learning. ” The girl was such an angel. Naive & innocent , she had to protected at all costs. She had never been so swayed by another but Natasha was something else. She placed a hand over Natasha’s , stopping her from fumbling like a mess. She took her hands in hers & gave then a squeeze of encouragement. “ Sometimes naivety isn’t all that bad. You’re young , mon chere. Youthful & so innocent. You’re lovely the way you are. You needn’t listen to those who see lowly of you. ” She pulled her into an embrace & rubbed circles along her back in a comforting manner. If there was anyone who knew what it was like to be condemned , it was herself. The gossips & rumors about her were intolerable , even painful to listen to bit she learnt to ignore them.
Natasha held onto Hélène’s every word, nodding in agreement with her. It was true that cell service was down, so there would be no way to call for help, even if that seemed the most immediate and simple solution. It just wasn’t possible, unfortunately.”A group of volunteers to go get help sounds like the perfect plan,” she agreed with a smile. She cast a glance around the room, trying to spot anyone who might be willing to brave the cold. “I’ll do it,” she decided, hopping up and off of the couch. She zipped up her coat and grabbed a spare hat off of the hat rack. “You should come with me, Hélène,” she suggested, not wanting to go alone. She’d enjoyed spending the evening with the older woman, so why not have another adventure with her? It just made sense, at least to Natasha, for the two of them to journey out together in search of help. “It’ll be exciting and just a bit dangerous,” she grinned widely from ear to ear, unable to help herself. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find someone to help. It’s not as if we’re in the middle of nowhere. People live around here,” she reasoned. “Someone will have to see us eventually and they’ll help us,” she sounded so sure of herself and her ability to seek out help. It was true that she didn’t deal with the cold well, but she was certain that she was up to task despite this.
“Terrifying and dangerous usually go hand-in-hand,” she mused, tapping her chin with her finger. “I don’t think this blizzard is life-threatening, though. It’s just a little snow,” she peered out of the window. “Okay, maybe a lot of snow, but it’s still just snow. Look, it’s already dying down some,” she pointed out, noting how the wind’s howling grew fainter and fainter. It wasn’t so bad. She was sure that if she and Hélène went out, they’d be just fine. “I’m glad that there’s so many people,” she admitted with a shrug. “I’d hate to go through this all on my own,” it was true. The more people there were in a given situation, the more comfortable Natasha usually was. People made her feel safe and like she had support. She didn’t want to think about what she would have done if she’d been all alone when the power went out. She would probably have been much more frightened than she currently was. “People should be nicer to you, Hélène,” she told her. “You’re just such a wonderful person and I’m so glad that I’ve gotten to know you, even if it’s just been for this one night.”
The girl bushed at Hélène’s compliments and praises, feeling delighted by them and allowing her ego to swell with pride. She loved being complimented in such a way and Hélène’s compliments had been so personal and sweet. “You really think so?” She asked, searching Hélène’s face for a hint that she might just be trying to appease her. “Thank you,” she said genuinely, a smile on her face. She reveled in the warmth of Hélène’s body against hers. She appreciated the closeness of the other woman. It was nice to be so close to someone. She could get used to hugging Hélène very easily. Hélène was an excellent hugger. “You think I’m lovely?” She blushed and let out a girlish giggle, like a schoolgirl who had been complimented by her crush.
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Natasha held her head up high, already having made up her mind about going. Once she made up her mind about something, it was very difficult to change it. She was a stubborn one to be sure. There was no use in just waiting around and she wanted to be one of the ones who would help, if there were to be those who braved the harsh weather for the sake of other people. She couldn’t just sit back and do nothing while people put themselves at risk for her safety. No, she was going, no matter what anyone else had to say about it. She pretended not to notice the matching looks of surprise that Marya and Pierre wore. She turned her gaze at Hélène, nodding simply. “I’m sure,” she confirmed. “It’s just a little cold weather. I’ll wear extra layers,” she grabbed Sonya’s discarded pair of gloves, slipping them onto her hands. “A little cold isn’t going to keep me in here, just waiting for other people to save the day,” she insisted. She glanced up at Pierre when the man touched her shoulder, her own hand reaching up to cover his larger hand with her own. “I’ll be alright,” she assured both him and Hélène. “Have a little faith in me,” she made her way towards the door, knocking herself against the umbrella stand in the dark and sending it toppling to the floor. She flushed in embarrassment but it didn’t lessen her resolve. “Alright, so, me, Hélène, and Pierre are all going. Anybody else?” She searched the room for any other volunteers. When no one else spoke up, she turned back towards the door.
“I understand your concern,” she told Hélène. “It will be cold, but I really think we’ll be okay,” she assured her, not wanting the woman to panic too much. “We probably won’t be out there for too long. If we start feeling too cold, we can go to one of Marya’s neighbor’s houses. I’m sure they’ll let us in,” she reasoned with a stubborn tone in her voice. “We’ll be fine, I’m sure of it,” she sounded so determined, unwilling to allow anything to get in her way Natasha met Hélène‘s gaze, their eyes meeting as the woman ran her fingers across Natasha’s cheek. The girl hoped that the woman couldn’t see just how deeply she flushed while they maintained eye contact. Hélène‘s eyes were beautiful, even in the dark. Her face was beautiful. Her lips were beautiful. When had Natasha’s gaze wandered to Hélène‘s lips? She wasn’t sure, but she tore her gaze away, ducking her head. She shouldn’t have such thoughts, not when she was engaged to Andrei. “I really made you smile so much?” She questioned, pride blooming within her chest. “I’m glad. I’m really, really glad,” she admitted, pulling her hat more firmly against her ears so as to keep out the cold. She smiled as the older woman wrapped her scarf around her neck. The scarf smelled distinctly of Hélène. It was nice to be enveloped by it. It was comforting in a way. She nodded at Hélène’s question, turning the doorknob. “I’m ready,” she confirmed, opening the door and stepping into the cold.
It was freezing. Below freezing, probably. Natasha almost stumbled backwards due to the wind, which was still howling. She didn’t let it give her pause; however, and she pushed through, making her way through the snow and towards the icy roads. She continuously glanced behind herself to ensure that both Pierre and Hélène were following. The last thing that she wanted was for them to become separated. She paused for a moment before making her way back towards Hélène and taking her hand, holding on tightly. She trudged through the snow, pulling Hélène along with her, huddling close to her for warmth. The cold was biting and the wind caused Natasha’s eyes to water, but she didn’t slow in her march. “Which where should we go?” She asked, looking between her companions. “Right or left?”
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The many scenarios played in her head as she ran through each option in a quiet conversation with herself. Being snowed in was not such a bad thing but supplies were scarce & the cold would soon take its toll on all of them . She worried for Natasha. If the girl could not take the cold outside with an extra layer of clothes , she would freeze either way if they headed out to look for help or stayed back. Her choices were cautious , taking Natasha’s well-being into consideration most importantly. “ The blizzard won’t last but we don’t know about the damage it’s done. We should try to get some help but since there’s no signal , we can’t exactly phone the authorities, ” she told the girl & looked up at the ceiling in thought , tapping her index finger against her chin. Their best chance would be heading out to search for help & ignore the cellular network. They could bring their phones just in case they had signal but their most effective one would be going out there for physical help of anyone who was available. “ A small group should go out to find help. Nevermind cellular network. Finding people who can help us would be the better choice. ” Now the decision was the matter of who were the volunteers who were going to risk themselves in the cold.
The heavy wind had slathered the windows in a thick layer of frost & she could not see anything else past the frozen window panes. A beautiful sight of nature at its strongest , but deadly. Exhaling sharply , she looked at Natasha & took her hand in hers gently , patting her knuckles lightly with a brush of her fingertips. “ Danger does add a thrill in life but when it becomes life-threatening , it does get terrifying. We’re trapped in the dark & the cold with a dozen of people … ” She looked over her shoulder at the crowd that was still huddled up in a hushed meeting while Pierre & Marya took to a corner for their own personal discussion about housing so many people. She looked at Natasha , unable to see the way she flushed in the dark but her words made her smile. “ Well , I guess not everyone is nice enough for me to notice their good qualities. People see the both of us differently & because of that , we perceive things in multiple perspectives. ” Natasha lifted her mood so quickly , she had almost forgotten about how much she was stressing about the blackout. The girl worked miracles & she was a marvellous distraction.
“ Research is very helpful , that’s why we have the internet. & if you have any relatives who have children , you can always ask them. Understanding the experiences of others is a good way of learning. ” The girl was such an angel. Naive & innocent , she had to protected at all costs. She had never been so swayed by another but Natasha was something else. She placed a hand over Natasha’s , stopping her from fumbling like a mess. She took her hands in hers & gave then a squeeze of encouragement. “ Sometimes naivety isn’t all that bad. You’re young , mon chere. Youthful & so innocent. You’re lovely the way you are. You needn’t listen to those who see lowly of you. ” She pulled her into an embrace & rubbed circles along her back in a comforting manner. If there was anyone who knew what it was like to be condemned , it was herself. The gossips & rumors about her were intolerable , even painful to listen to bit she learnt to ignore them.
Natasha held onto Hélène’s every word, nodding in agreement with her. It was true that cell service was down, so there would be no way to call for help, even if that seemed the most immediate and simple solution. It just wasn’t possible, unfortunately.”A group of volunteers to go get help sounds like the perfect plan,” she agreed with a smile. She cast a glance around the room, trying to spot anyone who might be willing to brave the cold. “I’ll do it,” she decided, hopping up and off of the couch. She zipped up her coat and grabbed a spare hat off of the hat rack. “You should come with me, Hélène,” she suggested, not wanting to go alone. She’d enjoyed spending the evening with the older woman, so why not have another adventure with her? It just made sense, at least to Natasha, for the two of them to journey out together in search of help. “It’ll be exciting and just a bit dangerous,” she grinned widely from ear to ear, unable to help herself. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find someone to help. It’s not as if we’re in the middle of nowhere. People live around here,” she reasoned. “Someone will have to see us eventually and they’ll help us,” she sounded so sure of herself and her ability to seek out help. It was true that she didn’t deal with the cold well, but she was certain that she was up to task despite this.
“Terrifying and dangerous usually go hand-in-hand,” she mused, tapping her chin with her finger. “I don’t think this blizzard is life-threatening, though. It’s just a little snow,” she peered out of the window. “Okay, maybe a lot of snow, but it’s still just snow. Look, it’s already dying down some,” she pointed out, noting how the wind’s howling grew fainter and fainter. It wasn’t so bad. She was sure that if she and Hélène went out, they’d be just fine. “I’m glad that there’s so many people,” she admitted with a shrug. “I’d hate to go through this all on my own,” it was true. The more people there were in a given situation, the more comfortable Natasha usually was. People made her feel safe and like she had support. She didn’t want to think about what she would have done if she’d been all alone when the power went out. She would probably have been much more frightened than she currently was. “People should be nicer to you, Hélène,” she told her. “You’re just such a wonderful person and I’m so glad that I’ve gotten to know you, even if it’s just been for this one night.”
The girl bushed at Hélène’s compliments and praises, feeling delighted by them and allowing her ego to swell with pride. She loved being complimented in such a way and Hélène’s compliments had been so personal and sweet. “You really think so?” She asked, searching Hélène’s face for a hint that she might just be trying to appease her. “Thank you,” she said genuinely, a smile on her face. She reveled in the warmth of Hélène’s body against hers. She appreciated the closeness of the other woman. It was nice to be so close to someone. She could get used to hugging Hélène very easily. Hélène was an excellent hugger. “You think I’m lovely?” She blushed and let out a girlish giggle, like a schoolgirl who had been complimented by her crush.
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The many scenarios played in her head as she ran through each option in a quiet conversation with herself. Being snowed in was not such a bad thing but supplies were scarce & the cold would soon take its toll on all of them . She worried for Natasha. If the girl could not take the cold outside with an extra layer of clothes , she would freeze either way if they headed out to look for help or stayed back. Her choices were cautious , taking Natasha’s well-being into consideration most importantly. “ The blizzard won’t last but we don’t know about the damage it’s done. We should try to get some help but since there’s no signal , we can’t exactly phone the authorities, ” she told the girl & looked up at the ceiling in thought , tapping her index finger against her chin. Their best chance would be heading out to search for help & ignore the cellular network. They could bring their phones just in case they had signal but their most effective one would be going out there for physical help of anyone who was available. “ A small group should go out to find help. Nevermind cellular network. Finding people who can help us would be the better choice. ” Now the decision was the matter of who were the volunteers who were going to risk themselves in the cold.
The heavy wind had slathered the windows in a thick layer of frost & she could not see anything else past the frozen window panes. A beautiful sight of nature at its strongest , but deadly. Exhaling sharply , she looked at Natasha & took her hand in hers gently , patting her knuckles lightly with a brush of her fingertips. “ Danger does add a thrill in life but when it becomes life-threatening , it does get terrifying. We’re trapped in the dark & the cold with a dozen of people … ” She looked over her shoulder at the crowd that was still huddled up in a hushed meeting while Pierre & Marya took to a corner for their own personal discussion about housing so many people. She looked at Natasha , unable to see the way she flushed in the dark but her words made her smile. “ Well , I guess not everyone is nice enough for me to notice their good qualities. People see the both of us differently & because of that , we perceive things in multiple perspectives. ” Natasha lifted her mood so quickly , she had almost forgotten about how much she was stressing about the blackout. The girl worked miracles & she was a marvellous distraction.
“ Research is very helpful , that’s why we have the internet. & if you have any relatives who have children , you can always ask them. Understanding the experiences of others is a good way of learning. ” The girl was such an angel. Naive & innocent , she had to protected at all costs. She had never been so swayed by another but Natasha was something else. She placed a hand over Natasha’s , stopping her from fumbling like a mess. She took her hands in hers & gave then a squeeze of encouragement. “ Sometimes naivety isn’t all that bad. You’re young , mon chere. Youthful & so innocent. You’re lovely the way you are. You needn’t listen to those who see lowly of you. ” She pulled her into an embrace & rubbed circles along her back in a comforting manner. If there was anyone who knew what it was like to be condemned , it was herself. The gossips & rumors about her were intolerable , even painful to listen to bit she learnt to ignore them.
Natasha held onto Hélène’s every word, nodding in agreement with her. It was true that cell service was down, so there would be no way to call for help, even if that seemed the most immediate and simple solution. It just wasn’t possible, unfortunately.”A group of volunteers to go get help sounds like the perfect plan,” she agreed with a smile. She cast a glance around the room, trying to spot anyone who might be willing to brave the cold. “I’ll do it,” she decided, hopping up and off of the couch. She zipped up her coat and grabbed a spare hat off of the hat rack. “You should come with me, Hélène,” she suggested, not wanting to go alone. She’d enjoyed spending the evening with the older woman, so why not have another adventure with her? It just made sense, at least to Natasha, for the two of them to journey out together in search of help. “It’ll be exciting and just a bit dangerous,” she grinned widely from ear to ear, unable to help herself. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find someone to help. It’s not as if we’re in the middle of nowhere. People live around here,” she reasoned. “Someone will have to see us eventually and they’ll help us,” she sounded so sure of herself and her ability to seek out help. It was true that she didn’t deal with the cold well, but she was certain that she was up to task despite this.
“Terrifying and dangerous usually go hand-in-hand,” she mused, tapping her chin with her finger. “I don’t think this blizzard is life-threatening, though. It’s just a little snow,” she peered out of the window. “Okay, maybe a lot of snow, but it’s still just snow. Look, it’s already dying down some,” she pointed out, noting how the wind’s howling grew fainter and fainter. It wasn’t so bad. She was sure that if she and Hélène went out, they’d be just fine. “I’m glad that there’s so many people,” she admitted with a shrug. “I’d hate to go through this all on my own,” it was true. The more people there were in a given situation, the more comfortable Natasha usually was. People made her feel safe and like she had support. She didn’t want to think about what she would have done if she’d been all alone when the power went out. She would probably have been much more frightened than she currently was. “People should be nicer to you, Hélène,” she told her. “You’re just such a wonderful person and I’m so glad that I’ve gotten to know you, even if it’s just been for this one night.”
The girl bushed at Hélène’s compliments and praises, feeling delighted by them and allowing her ego to swell with pride. She loved being complimented in such a way and Hélène’s compliments had been so personal and sweet. “You really think so?” She asked, searching Hélène’s face for a hint that she might just be trying to appease her. “Thank you,” she said genuinely, a smile on her face. She reveled in the warmth of Hélène’s body against hers. She appreciated the closeness of the other woman. It was nice to be so close to someone. She could get used to hugging Hélène very easily. Hélène was an excellent hugger. “You think I’m lovely?” She blushed and let out a girlish giggle, like a schoolgirl who had been complimented by her crush.
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Orpheus shook his head quickly, trying to reassure Eurydice the best he could. “They may be the ruling monarchs, but I’m still the prince,” he pointed out. “The people of the kingdom know me. They would know if anything happened to me. If my parents did anything, the people would be displeased and they would have a revolt on their hands due to their misuse of power,” he reasoned. It all made logical sense to Orpheus. The people of the kingdom seemed to love Orpheus because of how much he went out and interacted with them. He would sing for patrons at nearby pubs or parks, he would play with peasant children, and he would even sometimes work part-time at Mister Hermes’ bar. “So they can’t do anything, not really. I mean, yeah, they can arrange a marriage for me, but if I protest enough, I’m certain that they wouldn’t force me into it,” that, he wasn’t actually so sure about. His parents appeared to care little for his happiness as long as he was doing what they believed would be best for the kingdom. His happiness rarely went along with what his parents wanted from him. “You make my world brighter, Eurydice,” he told her softly, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to her head.
The dance was a simple one and Orpheus fell into step easily, just allowing Eurydice to lead so that he might follow. He hummed a little tune that they could dance to, though Orpheus had never needed music to dance. He could just listen to the music in his head, allowing himself to create his own melodies to dance to. “ I wish we could go too,” he agreed, wanting nothing more than to leave his responsibilities as prince behind so that he could live a simple life with the love of his life. It would be so perfect, if only they could get away. Orpheus watched Eurydice’s expression when she reacted to the idea of having children with him Her surprise caused his heart to sink nervously. Maybe she wouldn’t want children with him after all. Maybe she’d rather it just be the two of them forever. He could live with that, he really could, but he would always be wondering ‘what if’. What if they had had children? What if they regretted not having children? Orpheus hated ‘what ifs’. He noticed how tense she appeared, so her next words surprised him. “Really? You’d like that?” He questioned, a smile spreading across his face. “I would too,” he couldn’t stop smiling. “I don’t know how many. One to start out with, but I think I’d like more,” if it were up to him, Orpheus would want a house filled with children. He’d always adored children, had always felt a connection to them. “Maybe three or four,” Orpheus wouldn’t mind having even more, but he didn’t want to scare Eurydice off by suggesting too many too soon.
@parentsofdustandashes : I will marry you. I shall make it happen. Somehow.
A tense swallow left Eurydice’s mouth as she stared out the window, mind, heart, and body all trembling at once. His words were sweet. Kind. Selfless. Far more than she deserved in truth. Gods… She loved this man… Yet… Yet she knew that it would never work. As much as she longed to marry him, he was who he was - Her who she was. It couldn’t happen. Still, at least for a moment, she could humor him and herself.
“ How? “ She looked up at him, crossing her arms as she looked upwards at him. “ And when would we get married? What would you want the wedding to look like? The perfect one? “
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Persephone took a shaky breath as she stood in her husband’s office, wringing her hands. She didn’t know how to say this, she didn’t know how to tell him. How could one tell their husband something like this? When Hades offered his hand to her, she took a step back, shaking her head mutely. She knew that Hades wouldn’t want to touch her, not after what she was about to say. She very slowly took a seat at the desk, her eyes downcast, refusing to glance up at the husband she loved so dearly.
She took a deep breath, deciding to just say it and rip off the bandaid. “I’m pregnant,” she stated, a hand coming to rest against her stomach. Oh, she had dreamed of telling Hades those words for so long. How long had they wanted a child? Ages. But she had expected the circumstances to be so much different. She closed her eyes as she spoke her next words. “I don’t think it’s yours.”
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Orpheus wrapped his arms around Eurydice, rubbing her back gently with one hand as the other held her close to him. She wished that she could have his optimism. So did Orpheus, sometimes, but then again, if she had his optimism, she wouldn’t be the same person that she was. At the end of the day, Orpheus didn’t care if she was the most pessimistic person in the whole world as long as she was happy. Her happiness was all that mattered to him. Orpheus was well aware that his optimism and blind faith could cause problems and he sometimes wondered if he should be more practical, more like Eurydice. But if he was, then he wouldn’t be himself and he rather liked himself and who he was. He didn’t want to change. “I don’t care what my parents have to say,” he said firmly, a stubbornness in his tone. “They can protest all they want, but that will never change my love for you,” he pulled away from her just enough so that he could see her face, reaching forward so he could cup her cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb against her skin. He lit up when she mentioned how perfect his ideas sounded. “Yeah?” He couldn’t fight back his grin, nor did he make any attempt to. “I think it sounds pretty perfect too,” he agreed, pulling her flush against him once again. “Everything is perfect when I’m with you.”
He smiled when she kissed his chin, never quite getting used to the feeling of her lips pressed against him. It was such a small gesture, but one that changed his entire world each and every time he experienced it. He swayed with her, happy to just follow her lead and see where it took him. “We could have a home!” He appeared giddy just at the thought of it. “We could move a little ways away, just far enough so we could still visit sometimes,” he decided. “We could come and see Mr. Hermes whenever we’d like, but apart from that, we’d just be together,” it sounded so perfect. Orpheus couldn’t wait until the day these dreams became a reality. “And maybe, someday,” he blushed a bit, the tips of his ears turning pink. “We could start a family?” The suggestion was phrased as a question more than anything. He wanted a family with Eurydice more than he had ever wanted anything, but he wasn’t so sure that she wanted the same thing. He hoped that she did.
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A tense swallow left Eurydice’s mouth as she stared out the window, mind, heart, and body all trembling at once. His words were sweet. Kind. Selfless. Far more than she deserved in truth. Gods… She loved this man… Yet… Yet she knew that it would never work. As much as she longed to marry him, he was who he was - Her who she was. It couldn’t happen. Still, at least for a moment, she could humor him and herself.
“ How? “ She looked up at him, crossing her arms as she looked upwards at him. “ And when would we get married? What would you want the wedding to look like? The perfect one? “
#POOR BOY WORKING ON A SONG (Orpheus)#WHAT ELSE YA GOT (Other Hadestown AU)#//let them be happy#//please
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Natasha listened to her godmother with rapt attention, hanging on to her every word. She bit her lip nervously. It sounded like things were dire. She glanced up at Hélène, nodding in agreement. “It is tough,” she agreed quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But everything will be alright, though,” she held her chin up high. “The blizzard can’t last forever. The worst case scenario is that we get snowed in for a day or two, right?” She didn’t believe that anything worse could happen; or at least, she hoped nothing worse would happen. Sure, it would get cold and food might start to run out with so many people being present, but it was nothing that they couldn’t handle, Natasha was sure of it. “What do you think we should do?” She questioned, wondering if Hélène wanted to volunteer to journey into the cold in hope of getting cell service so they could call someone to help. If Hélène went, Natasha would go too. She wasn’t a coward, after all, and she no one should go out in that weather alone. It was far too dangerous.
She followed Hélène back to the couch, sitting beside her and watching the snow fall outside of the window. It was beautiful in its way, beautiful despite the threat it posed and the misfortune it caused. Natasha supposed that there was always something beautiful in the dangerous. She settled back against the couch, looking around at the other guests, who were all engaged in conversations with one another, probably trying to figure out the best plan of action. Natasha simply placed her hands in her lap and watched, listening to the murmurs around her. “Dangerous is usually interesting,” she reasoned at Hélène’s comment. She flushed darkly at Hélène’s compliments, her head ducking shyly to hide her face. “I just believe that there’s good in people, that’s all,” she told her. “It’s not so hard to see the good in people when people are so often nice to you,” it was true, almost everyone was nice to Natasha. It seemed like she simply lit up every room she entered and that people couldn’t help but to be kind whenever she was around. The only notable exception to this rule were the Bolkonskys, which was why Natasha hadn’t taken to them as easily as she took to most people.
Natasha smiled warmly, noticing how Hélène stared off into the distance. “Thank you,” she told her. “You’re so sweet. I should do my own research into parenting too. I probably should have done my own research before I even dreamed of having children,” she admitted sheepishly. “But I guess I’m a bit naive that way. A lot of people think I am,” she looked down as she fiddled with her hands. It was true that she had often been called naive, even if it was usually in a playful, kind way. It was never said harshly, but she figured that it must be true, as much as she disliked it. She was naturally childish and naive, but it was just a part of who she was. In order for that to be taken from her, she’d have to be another person entirely and that wasn’t what she wanted.
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“We should… But we should check the weather the next time we go otherwise we’d get caught in the same situation again , ” Hélène murmured as she motioned towards the window with a small shake of her head. They had the television & a phone for a reason so it was time to put those two pieces of technology into good use. Looking down at Natasha , she gave her arm a light squeeze & beamed brightly at her. “ Why , I get that a lot but thank you. I’m glad I wasn’t a bore. ” Hélène knew how to had a fun time. It was not expected of her but when one got close to her , she would never hesitate to go all out to make sure that they had a good time. Pierre knew this side of her all too well but never did join her in her ‘fun’ with her brother & Fedya Dolokhov. It was one reason why Marya held a grudge against Hélène. The fiery redhead did not have an ounce of trust for her for how often she ditched her husband at home to join Anatole’s fun. “ Everyone sees me differently , Natasha , dear. I don’t always show the same side of myself to others , it sort of depends on who they are . ” She clasped a hand over Natasha’s & gave it a gentle squeeze. “ Just because i’m kind to you doesn’t mean I’m a saint. We’ve only just met properly. ” This was her teaching the girl how to be careful of people , or more specifically , how to be careful of people like herself.
Pierre , who had just returned with their drinks , did not eavesdrop on their conversation but the mention of his name made him perk up & smile. Hélène turned to look at Pierre who returned the gaze & they exchanged terribly awkeard smiles. She never discussed about Pierre muc , & she could see the surprise & delight on his face. He knew that he was being praised so he trusted that he could leave the conversation alone. “ That is quite true. His awkwardness & that kind look , he already looks like a father. ” She tried to empty her mind of the plaguing topic of children but the questions lingered there for her to evaluate quietly to herself. Seeing how Natasha’s face fell made her frown. She held her chin & lifted her head until she met her gaze. “ Don’t be disheartened , mon chere. You have plenty of time in your life for children. And like I said before , i’m just offering some advice. I don’t want to sound like I’m bossing you around or discouraging you to do the things you wish. ” She brushed away the hair from Natasha’s face & tucked it behind her ear gently , offering her a small smile. “ You could always discuss about this with Andrei. Maybe he would like the idea of having children. ” She knew nothing much about the Bolkonsky , only that he was often never here. Hopefully , he did have similar views of having children like Hélène for she did not want to keep disappointing Natasha like that.
Hélène wrapped both of her arms around the girl in a gentle embrace , resting her head against hers as she continued to watch the storm outside the window. It was the silence that made her realize that Natasha had fallen asleep & she could not help but giggle softly at that. She remained awake & talked to Pierre sometimes when he asked a question about their conversation. No use brushing him off now. But the power cut did the job of stopping their conversation & the yelp almost made her jump. She wrapped an arm firmly around Natasha , almost protectively , while her free hand dug her pocket for her phone. Several flashlights turned on & everyone was just as frightened , except Marya , of course. “ It’s just a blackout. It’s the blizzard. Must’ve done something. ” Sliding her arm away from Natasha , Pierre & herself stood up to illuminate the room with their flashlights with the others as they gathered to discuss what to do.
Natasha blinked warily around the darkened room, the flashlights all around here nearly blinding when compared to the darkness all around them. Natasha rubbed her eyes sleepily, fighting back a yawn. “The power went out?” She questioned, gazing around at the other guests, who wore matching faces of confusion and fright. “That’s not good at all,” she frowned, sliding closer to Hélène before the woman stood up. She pouted a bit when she lost Hélène’s body heat from being so close to her. Natasha reluctantly also stood, following Hélène around like a lost puppy-dog. Marya was talking about how everyone might get snowed in and how she didn’t have enough room for everyone who attended the party. She suggested that a small group journey through the cold to try and get a cellular signal, as everyone’s cell service seemed to have gone out awhile ago. She suggested that the group go and call someone to ask for help or a snowplow or something once the blizzard died out a bit.Her other option was that everyone just sit back and hope that someone came along to rescue them or to hope that cell service would come back. Natasha looked at Hélène, wondering what she was going to choose to do. She would go along with whatever she said.
She listened to Hélène’s advice to check the weather before going ice skating next time. She giggled and nodded in agreement. “We’re lucky we didn’t get caught in the worst of it,” she glanced outside the window, watching as the snow fell in quick flurries. She moved closer to Hélène, wondering if the heat went out with the power. She hoped not. It would be freezing soon enough if that were the case. “I doubt you could ever be boring,” the girl noted with a smile. “Look, things are just getting more interesting with you around,” she pointed out, referring to the blizzard and the power outage. It was true that things had only gotten more exciting when Natasha and Hélène began spending time together. Maybe it was fate, or something like it. Either way, it was interesting that things only started picking up once Natasha had followed the woman into the kitchen. “I guess it’s true that we’ve only just met,” she agreed, but she seemed unconvinced. “I don’t believe that you’re a saint, but you’re still a good person. I can tell. I’m an excellent judge of character,” that wasn’t actually true. Natasha just saw the best in most people and believed that everyone’s best qualities were what defined them as people. So in her eyes, she was a good judge of character, but her criteria was probably different from most people’s.
Her eyes were drawn to Pierre as they discussed him, smiling to herself as she tried to notice more fatherly qualities about that man. It was much more difficult in the dark, but his beard very much resembled Natasha’s idea of a father’s. She liked how he smiled when he was being praised. It was sweet to watch. He was such a kind and gentle man. Natasha thought herself very lucky to know him, to have grown up with him as a friend. What was more, she was lucky that Andrei treasured him so dearly as a friend as well. Both of them cared for the man and they had every reason to. Pierre had never been anything but kind to the both of them, doing everything in his power to assist them when they needed it. Hélène was ever so lucky to have him as a husband and as a potential father to her children. She turned back to Hélène when the woman took hold of her chin. “Oh, I don’t think you’re bossing me around,” she assured the older woman. “I’m simply…rethinking things,” she admitted. “I think I will talk to Andrei about it, though. I think I will. Thank you for her advice,” she thanked the woman genuinely, feeling grateful for the new perspective.
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“We should… But we should check the weather the next time we go otherwise we’d get caught in the same situation again , ” Hélène murmured as she motioned towards the window with a small shake of her head. They had the television & a phone for a reason so it was time to put those two pieces of technology into good use. Looking down at Natasha , she gave her arm a light squeeze & beamed brightly at her. “ Why , I get that a lot but thank you. I’m glad I wasn’t a bore. ” Hélène knew how to had a fun time. It was not expected of her but when one got close to her , she would never hesitate to go all out to make sure that they had a good time. Pierre knew this side of her all too well but never did join her in her ‘fun’ with her brother & Fedya Dolokhov. It was one reason why Marya held a grudge against Hélène. The fiery redhead did not have an ounce of trust for her for how often she ditched her husband at home to join Anatole’s fun. “ Everyone sees me differently , Natasha , dear. I don’t always show the same side of myself to others , it sort of depends on who they are . ” She clasped a hand over Natasha’s & gave it a gentle squeeze. “ Just because i’m kind to you doesn’t mean I’m a saint. We’ve only just met properly. ” This was her teaching the girl how to be careful of people , or more specifically , how to be careful of people like herself.
Pierre , who had just returned with their drinks , did not eavesdrop on their conversation but the mention of his name made him perk up & smile. Hélène turned to look at Pierre who returned the gaze & they exchanged terribly awkeard smiles. She never discussed about Pierre muc , & she could see the surprise & delight on his face. He knew that he was being praised so he trusted that he could leave the conversation alone. “ That is quite true. His awkwardness & that kind look , he already looks like a father. ” She tried to empty her mind of the plaguing topic of children but the questions lingered there for her to evaluate quietly to herself. Seeing how Natasha’s face fell made her frown. She held her chin & lifted her head until she met her gaze. “ Don’t be disheartened , mon chere. You have plenty of time in your life for children. And like I said before , i’m just offering some advice. I don’t want to sound like I’m bossing you around or discouraging you to do the things you wish. ” She brushed away the hair from Natasha’s face & tucked it behind her ear gently , offering her a small smile. “ You could always discuss about this with Andrei. Maybe he would like the idea of having children. ” She knew nothing much about the Bolkonsky , only that he was often never here. Hopefully , he did have similar views of having children like Hélène for she did not want to keep disappointing Natasha like that.
Hélène wrapped both of her arms around the girl in a gentle embrace , resting her head against hers as she continued to watch the storm outside the window. It was the silence that made her realize that Natasha had fallen asleep & she could not help but giggle softly at that. She remained awake & talked to Pierre sometimes when he asked a question about their conversation. No use brushing him off now. But the power cut did the job of stopping their conversation & the yelp almost made her jump. She wrapped an arm firmly around Natasha , almost protectively , while her free hand dug her pocket for her phone. Several flashlights turned on & everyone was just as frightened , except Marya , of course. “ It’s just a blackout. It’s the blizzard. Must’ve done something. ” Sliding her arm away from Natasha , Pierre & herself stood up to illuminate the room with their flashlights with the others as they gathered to discuss what to do.
Natasha blinked warily around the darkened room, the flashlights all around here nearly blinding when compared to the darkness all around them. Natasha rubbed her eyes sleepily, fighting back a yawn. “The power went out?” She questioned, gazing around at the other guests, who wore matching faces of confusion and fright. “That’s not good at all,” she frowned, sliding closer to Hélène before the woman stood up. She pouted a bit when she lost Hélène’s body heat from being so close to her. Natasha reluctantly also stood, following Hélène around like a lost puppy-dog. Marya was talking about how everyone might get snowed in and how she didn’t have enough room for everyone who attended the party. She suggested that a small group journey through the cold to try and get a cellular signal, as everyone’s cell service seemed to have gone out awhile ago. She suggested that the group go and call someone to ask for help or a snowplow or something once the blizzard died out a bit.Her other option was that everyone just sit back and hope that someone came along to rescue them or to hope that cell service would come back. Natasha looked at Hélène, wondering what she was going to choose to do. She would go along with whatever she said.
She listened to Hélène’s advice to check the weather before going ice skating next time. She giggled and nodded in agreement. “We’re lucky we didn’t get caught in the worst of it,” she glanced outside the window, watching as the snow fell in quick flurries. She moved closer to Hélène, wondering if the heat went out with the power. She hoped not. It would be freezing soon enough if that were the case. “I doubt you could ever be boring,” the girl noted with a smile. “Look, things are just getting more interesting with you around,” she pointed out, referring to the blizzard and the power outage. It was true that things had only gotten more exciting when Natasha and Hélène began spending time together. Maybe it was fate, or something like it. Either way, it was interesting that things only started picking up once Natasha had followed the woman into the kitchen. “I guess it’s true that we’ve only just met,” she agreed, but she seemed unconvinced. “I don’t believe that you’re a saint, but you’re still a good person. I can tell. I’m an excellent judge of character,” that wasn’t actually true. Natasha just saw the best in most people and believed that everyone’s best qualities were what defined them as people. So in her eyes, she was a good judge of character, but her criteria was probably different from most people’s.
Her eyes were drawn to Pierre as they discussed him, smiling to herself as she tried to notice more fatherly qualities about that man. It was much more difficult in the dark, but his beard very much resembled Natasha’s idea of a father’s. She liked how he smiled when he was being praised. It was sweet to watch. He was such a kind and gentle man. Natasha thought herself very lucky to know him, to have grown up with him as a friend. What was more, she was lucky that Andrei treasured him so dearly as a friend as well. Both of them cared for the man and they had every reason to. Pierre had never been anything but kind to the both of them, doing everything in his power to assist them when they needed it. Hélène was ever so lucky to have him as a husband and as a potential father to her children. She turned back to Hélène when the woman took hold of her chin. “Oh, I don’t think you’re bossing me around,” she assured the older woman. “I’m simply...rethinking things,” she admitted. “I think I will talk to Andrei about it, though. I think I will. Thank you for her advice,” she thanked the woman genuinely, feeling grateful for the new perspective.
#YOUNG (Natasha Rostova)#OUT THERE SOMEWHERE (Great Comet Modern AU)#//i changed the order of things a bit#//i hope that's okay
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