We'll Meet Again [Helton Helvets - PK Post]

[bloomtiara 379]

        A man, long lost in his thoughts, came upon this news through the grape vine of people. Tears dusted his cheeks for some minutes, while he worked. And so, he worked, and he worked, and he worked. His fingers bled through the wool in his palm, a shaky sewing needle grazing himself again and again as he tried not to think so hard.

       Don't think so hard. That's all there is to do.

                 It's all he could do.

[DahStalker 3692]

A certain figure went to ignite the end of a cigarette when hearing of the news, humming a certain tune, engulfing at the air at her front with heavy smog. All that came to her features was a frown.

[Ivoreyy 2303]

Princess Christina Augusta raised her drink in memory of the Duke. He had not always made good decisions, nor had he been that smart - however on this day, she honoured him. 

[Phoebe202 1057]

Upon learning the news, Elara Sylvie signed the Lorraine, despite her hatred for the Duke. “I should go and offer my condolences to Laurentina; make sure she’s alright. I was the one who calmed her following his outburst, after all.” She told her sister.
 

“Rest in peace, ‘elton.” Said Molly simply before taking another cup of tea to her elderly father. She had little time to mourn as of late, even for those she viewed as family.

[argonian 14254]

"He died well... for a schismatic," Daniel hastily added, embarrassed to have complimented an enemy!

[Lasombruh 612]

“I will look after the girl, as you asked of me.” Fyodor promised the deceased Helton in silence as the news of his death came to him. And so it was that as another relative passed into that great inevitable beyond, he continued to remain. 
 

“Fear not good nephew of mine.” Fyodor continued, closing his eyes for a moment. “I will remember you.”

[_Bueno_ 492]

Henry Constanz would lament the loss of a fellow grandee of the Diet. He'd have remembered their brief time locked in debates, having gained a large measure of respect for the eloquent yet eccentric Duke. "I hope he finds peace." The moment of brief genuflection would be cut short by a flash of anger as the statesman processes the tragic news and turns his attentions to those who caused his death, "These treacherous Sedanese will pay for the murder of one of our peers. He shall be known as a martyr soon enough."

[seannie 7443]

"The Alstions send their regards." Maxim scoffed out without further attention given to the subject.

[zuziee 4004]

Daphne found herself on a patch of yellow flowers on a green hill. She had waited here - past the loving arms of her mother and father, for her brother. Seeing him she leapt up with grace. Her youthful figure untouched by the crazed nonsense of the world below. "Helton!"

[annabanana1014 2084]

Diana Vuiller would shake her head as she read the missive.. She signed the Lorraine as she spoke..

“Helton.. I always looked towards the Duke with such awe and envy. His words were powerful and respectable. I hope he rests well in the Seven Skies, for he truly was what an Orenian was.”

[KaiserJacobII 1461]

Cardinal Albarosa offers a solemn prayer for the Helvets

 

"Do Thou, O Lord, have mercy on our dearly departed, for the sake of us sinners all who greatly hope and trust in Thee. For Thy mercy can turn bittering weeping to joyous fanfare, for Thou alone judgeth the living and the dead."

[Eryane 3698]

“Duke Cathalon, might we speak?”

“Of course, Your Imperial Majesty."

 

Helton followed along quietly. When the door shut behind him he looked around the familiar room for a moment, before settling his eyes on the Empress. “Is everything alright, Your Imperial Majesty?” 

 

“Time is one of those undoubted inevitabilities that most refuse to speak on,” she began as she entered the imperial apartments, and kept the door open in respect for the Duke of Cathalon that followed behind her. Rarely had she had the private opportunity to speak with the duke, although she seemed to feel a sense of relief in his presence - for he seemed to be a good man. She had only known him as a friend, yet not on a level to be considered a confidant of his. She continued on, “Most of my companions would perhaps argue that I refrain from the topic of waning time, for it brings nothing but worry and concern rather than focus on the present, especially given the circumstances in which we are faced with.” 

 

Anastasia clasped her gloved hands together as she went on and on, with consideration of the inevitability of time and knowing that she too was on the ticking, ticking, ticking clock.“We must begin training the future generation of the empire. I ask that you take on a ward, and train them to greatness and glory so they may contribute their knowledge from you unto the empire.”

 

“Teaching our young is… one of the most important things we can do. Thank you, Your Majesty. I had… something I'd like to discuss with you at some point,” He cleared his throat. “You'd said you wanted to retire, though. Another time, perhaps?” 

 

“Go on, do tell me.”

“It's… a longer conversation, I wouldn't want to impose.” 

 

“Hmh. . Another time then,” she said as she began forth and opened the door for him. “Soon, though,” Anastasia offered what smile she could manage that was true and genuine. He returned it, and left the imperial quarters.

 

Time was far more of an inevitability than she had imagined. That conversation that he desired to speak to her on would never take place. She would never see him, living, again. That was life, and there was nothing she could do yet recall the flashes of memories she shared with him, within the earliest hours of the morning when she could not sleep in her chambers. Still could Anastasia see the dancing and partying in the basements of noble manors, where she remained disguised to witness the hidden ongoings of the elite. There did she have a true, real conversation about the loveliness of life and all it had to offer, of the joy she received from dancing and all the like in between - the things that they reveled in that made the lowest moments worth muscling through.

 

Anastasia laid her head down atop her arms, where they rested atop the railing of a balcony. She sighed, and whispered, “Time is one of those undoubted inevitabilities that most refuse to speak on.” 

[iFractal 302]

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[PrincessSnowie 539]

Vespira L. sat in her estate, the sound of hammering going about as the workmen kept building up the rest of her estate, one of her servants brushed her silver locks as she read over the latest news from the capital. Over the hills she knew the grieving family laid, she had wondered curiously if or why she'd be considered an enemy, before her mind fell on the late Duchess Leopoldine. Perhaps she had passed down word of their discontent with one another... The Rosewood servant had pulled a knot in Vespira's hair, causing the old woman to turn her head and slap the girl across the face. Huffing, she returned to the missive, lifting a cup of tea from nearby as she looked into the fireplace where she warmed her feet. "The fools all fall. It is only us strong, who remain." she said with a light chuckle before turning to another nearby servant. "Do send a gift for the child-duchess."

[libertyybelle 6187]

A princess paced, paced, paced. She couldn't help herself, finding out the news left her restless. A friend and almost brother had fallen dead by the Sedanites, and all she could do was stride back and forth.

 

She was a siren, and he her imaginary Captain. Playing sword fight in the old Augustine gardens, only their imagination to keep them entertained. When she had returned, he was one of the first faces she wished to see. They had gone through ups and downs, but at the end of the day- Helton was one of the few people Amelia cared for in her odd way.

 

So she paced, a twinge of pain in her chest. They had never made up but she prayed that he knew she cared about him in his last dying moments. 

 

"Goodbye, Helton. Please rest easy now, may the voices grow quiet and your mind be able to rest."