Re: Real Mommy Hours [Helle, Ninsianna]

Tue Feb 08, 2022 3:32 pm

Real Mommy Hours [Helle, Ninsianna] - Page 2 28x6zVB

NINSIANNA KISHAR

Ninsianna understood Helle's reaction, both the swatting away of her hand and the immediate grip on her wrist. For all of Helle's ability, all of her emotional maturity and authority, she was still a person like any other. Should Ninsianna have expected perfect professionalism, something that she herself had abandoned? No, she would never even think such a thing. Helle had every right to feel this way, to be so gravely hurt.

"If you must weep, then weep. But, Helle, will you be happy, clinging to this relationship that the two of you share? Do not hold desperately to it, because that will only cause you all the more grief."

She could tell how much Helle required this support, that she had simply needed someone to be there for her, and despite her likely hostility toward the gesture, Ninsianna pulled Helle into a hug, the very same sort that she would surely show to her own daughter.

"Cry. Grieve. Do whatever you must, to simply express what your heart feels. And when you are ready, you must move past him. You must tell him that you will no longer be at his side as a lover, that you will not abide his blindness any longer. You need not be overly harsh if you do not wish. Simply be firm, be strong. And carry on in your life, knowing that you are no less a good and respectable woman simply because it has ended."

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Tue Feb 08, 2022 3:50 pm

Real Mommy Hours [Helle, Ninsianna] - Page 2 ZnehDGG

Helle Armstrong

Ah…

Her hands found themselves grasping at nothing but air. Her bosom felt restricted, not only by Ninsianna’s own, but also by the weight of everything crushing her very soul. Cry? Grieve? The words that nailed themselves into Helle’s brain, drilled themselves into her ears and took root into her resolution, her ironed will.

Ah…

Ahhh…

So, that’s it, huh? The roaring in her ears, that isn’t the waves of rage rolling over her entire being. Like someone had smashed through her with a bat, she felt everything inside of herself shatter like porcelain. That mirror before her that she always looked in, that she forced to stay unblemished, uncracked… Just like that, it shattered, the broken visage of herself dancing in each piece as they fell to the floor underneath her feet.

“Ah… Ah… A… -hic- Ahhh… -hic- N-Ninsianna… Please… Stop…”

However, it was all too late. She bit her lip, broke skin, bled. She took hold of the woman around her, beating into her back with barely any strength until her hands could only grip whatever piece of clothing available. Ninsianna was hugged as if life itself depended on the Danava’s existence alone. It started slowly, the tears dotting the woman’s shoulder, but it began to rain. It rained as hard as possible.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh…. Hahaaaaaa…..”

Then came the thunder, the croaks of a woman torn to pieces. The roars of a woman who had not known love before and must now accept that she must come to know it again. The realization that she, herself, was but a woman in reality, her fantasy destroyed by a tyrant. She hates Ninsianna. She doesn’t want Ninsianna to leave. She wants to kill Ninsianna. She doesn’t want Ninsianna to ever leave her again.

Please, Danava of Bureaucracy, accept these tears as payment, for this woman of the Vandenreich has just forged a contract that she plans to uphold until her life is snuffed.

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Tue Feb 08, 2022 4:04 pm

NINSIANNA KISHAR

She had dealt with grief countless times over her many years, and Ninsianna was no stranger to seeing others undergo heartbreak. But it had been a very long while since she had seen it so viscerally, so deeply, and in someone that she earnestly considered to be a part of her life, and that left her with a few faint tears in her own eyes as well, as she let Helle grip her as tightly as she might need.

"I am sorry, Helle. I am so very, very sorry."

Ninsianna meant every word of that. Sorry that she could not do more, sorry that she had not had some way to stop this from happening, sorry that she had been the one to unveil this sick truth. Even if she understood that this was necessary, that it was something that would allow Helle to be far happier than if she stayed, it did not change the agony of heartbreak. That was something so deeply human that she could not dare speak ill of it.

"I will be here for you, at every step and every pain. You are a woman that deserves all the blessings in heaven."

She knew such praise would likely be lost in the grim reality of the moment, but it was not necessarily intended to carry itself deeply into Helle's heart. It was, rather, intended to console her, to be reassuring speech that reminded Helle in yet another way that Ninsianna was present. It was so simple, yes, but sometimes things were very simple. This was not some grand machination that required unfathomable calculation to solve, and Ninsianna knew that all too well.

It was simply a kind young woman, who had fallen in love with the wrong man.

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