[PK] A Wilted Rose

[spicii 1114]

A Wilted Rose

 

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OOC Note: I have played this character for around a year, and the amount of development Adeline has had is insane. I am sad to let this character go due to the hours I have spent marking out her various little storylines and the amount of fun I have had on her. Thank you to everyone for contributing to her as a whole :) Special thanks to @Quantumaticsfor helping write a bit of this post.

 

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(first bit definitely did not take this from my other post)

Adeline Lorena Helvets-Rochefort sat perched atop her bureau, the rather vigorous wafting of excessive scotch and cigars emitting from the Helveti’s countenance as scattered orbs solemnly locked with scintillating white lines. Said lines seemed to copy Adeline’s actions, staring back with such a purposeful aura as if it’s prose sought to dive within the very depths of the Rochefort’s soul. Her visage sinked a little lower, deep rooted agony jolting her body as it shuttered and froze- crushing the Princess with a newfound pain, another abandonment. As the years ticked by, the aged woman let her eyes finally become accustomed to the dull gloom, as though its only tether to her was its familiarity. Within this catacomb the Rochefort manifested the burning sensation that had long plagued her mind, the rediscovery forged within the mourning of her husband and wrongdoings of her existence. 

The enfeebled woman clung to the tenements of hope as though the straw upon a rampart, some lingering hope a residue of a bygone time, where dreams might have inspired joy. Within this state of actualized revival did she spin a new being, a betterness she thought entirely unbefitting, but deeply desired. Though that spindle proved a sullen string, and that dream faded as swiftly as it had arrived, lost within the emaciated soul lingering within the lamenting woman. It was and always had been uncertainty that provided the most wistful comfort.

 

An extended hand hesitantly began to reach for the spoon upon the tabletop, assuming position in the grasps of the Rochefort’s wearied fingers. The pinnacles of her brows began to furrow, developing an unyielding line across the top of her forehead as Adeline began to erratically tilt her head unto the bureau. Within only seconds her did fatal flaw transpire, ultimately demolishing everything built up over a lifetime in its abhorrent path. The fragility of life came forth towards her in these very moments, unravelling all its eerie knowledge onto the Rochefort. 

 

Her eyes began to blur then, materialising into an array of unfocused hues that only seemed to grow more and more profound as every aching second passed. A shattering noise consumed every inch of the darkened room, spoon descending rapidly towards the floor beneath her. The way it shattered rang a distorted clinking sound into both of her ears, unsteady and rapid breaths emitting from within the very depths of her soul. Though the rapid breathes began to cease, becoming slower and slower like the broken ticking of a clock. 

 

Silence. 

 

“In the silence I leave this human form at rest for my return and become a work of art in a gallery, one that is the colours of my soul.”

 

Adeline Lorena Helvets-Rochefort was no more. 

A woman who, if she had put her mind to it within her youth, could have achieved great things in her lifetime. Though it all seemed to be thrown away based on a whim of destructiveness that plagued her tainted mind.  

 

No child of hers would call her name out amidst their own tragedy or strife.

No prayers dedicated to her reputable ambience. 

No one to wail out her name in godforsaken anguish.

Reduced to nothingness; ash.

 

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[valecu 2017]

Carolina perceived about the death of her grandmother - the juvenile's face stood emotionless, yet rage grew in her mind. 

[amyselia 2182]

Claude remains oblivious as she stood amidst the ongoing slaughter of the battle of Lower Petra, sinking sword into blood-stained dirt. Exhaustion poured into her, and the woman fell chest-first against the earth, breaths heaving below her lips as she neared death's slumber. She lay surrounded by thousands of those who had been stripped of their mortal coil, her soul finding itself depleted. It was but an insignificant end, an end which she longed for many times on this brutal day, yet her breaths continued until she awoke to find that the day had been won.

 

For a moment, her family flashed before her eyes. She thought of her father, gone to ash. Her children, her husband, her sisters, her brothers and... her mother. What of her mother?

[farmerclown 3911]

A young de Savoie boy's brows furrowed upon being told the news of his Grandmother's passing, while he did not yet understand, he knew deep down with this passing that the heart of Savoy's foundations had finally crumbled. His mother's death, and now his grandmother's with so few left around that remained. He looked towards Athénaïs and Adrian after being told, only briefly, before returning to playing with his toy soldiers alongside a Basrid youth within their residence throughout the loss that was surely to be lamented by most.

 @Tiresiam @Dasdi @Trinn

[MRCHENN 3663]

Alexandre d’Aryn raises a toast with Adeline and Olivier within the Seven Skies, reminiscing how her events landed his men many wives.

[Eryane 3629]

From her chambers where she began to endure a long recovery from her illness, Empress Anastasia I received word of her councilor’s passing. With that, she sent a servant out to order candles be placed throughout the palace in her honor. 

[Trinn 2134]

3 hours ago, Cepheid said:

A young de Savoie boy's brows furrowed upon being told the news of his Grandmother's passing, while he did not yet understand, he knew deep down with this passing that the heart of Savoy's foundations had finally crumbled. His mother's death, and now his grandmother's with so few left around that remained. He looked towards Athénaïs and Adrian after being told, only briefly, before returning to playing with his toy soldiers alongside a Basrid youth within their residence throughout the loss that was surely to be lamented by most.

 @Tiresiam @Dasdi @Trinn

 

The young Basrid took to fiddling with the fabric of her shawl nervously, clearly apprehensive and confused by the murmurs of death surrounding her. Despite such, she waddled about to cheer up her friend, dragging him by his sleeves to create mischief in an effort of diverting the misery. 

[Kiiwi 1441]

Selvia de Orsella sat in a cold and dark room within a keep far away from civilization. The woman stared down at the letter in her hands, the letter telling her of Adeline’s death. She slowly crumbled the paper until her sharp nails pierced her skin, quickly healing. She stared at her hand, before the woman let out a loud and painful sob, she’d began to destroy her room, her pillows flying everywhere, her desk slamming into the wall. Suddenly the door flew open. 

 

“Selvia, what are vy doing?”

 

She quickly looked to who was at the entrance of her room, light pouring into the woman’s room to reveal Selvia still looking the same as the first time her and Adeline met. Tears stained her cheeks as she stared at the man. 

 

“Nothing.”

 

Was all she would respond before quickly brushing past him. She’d walk outside the keep and fall into the snow, her hands sinking into the coldness of it. 

 

Her soul was damned. Was it worth it if she outlived all the few people she ever actually loved? 
 

She slowly stood up, staring into the distance. At nothingness for miles and miles. The wind blew her dark hair around wildly. 
 

Selvia de Orsella was completely and utterly alone.

[Radzig 546]

Godfrey Renault lights a candle for his late grandmother.