helen (ofsparta) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-09-19 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~finnick odair (dist4_finnick), ~helen (ofsparta) |
WHO: Helen & Finnick Odair
WHERE: On The Beach
WHEN: Afternoon of Helen's arrival
WHAT: Helen's been procrastinating attempts to locate the main camp and Finnick comes to fetch her.
WARNINGS: TBA
STATUS: Closed | In Progress
Helen had stripped off her veil; that thin black swath of fine fabric she'd worn to mourn Troy and to shame Menelaus for allowing her to live. It was appropriate, maybe, that she had arrived here in arraignments fit for a funeral, because she intended to bury Helen of Troy here. And too Helen of Sparta. No land under Olympus could claim her now. There were no city states or wanton kings in this place they called Paradiso, with it's rocky shores and beaches too pale to remind her of home. She buried her feet in the sand and let the sea air steal the veil from her loosened fingers and carry it off down the beach, a fluttering bit of shadow beneath the searing bright island sunshine. The veil is only the first bit. Her slender hands are quick to unclasp the shawl from across her shoulder and let the richly dyed silk puddle into the sand. Her golden sandals go too, kicked aside to join a growing mound of discarded garb that a moment later comes to include the indigo chiton, till she wore only to her strophion and the sheer underskirt tied low on her hips. The heavy gold arm bands she wore sparked int he sunlight and she hesitated at throwing them down, fingertips skimming the warm metal. The man on the comms had insisted the used no currency here, but Helen could not quite believe it. All realms prized gold and surely someone here would demand something of her, sooner or later. Nothing came without a cost. Ultimately it didn't matter. She'd do give over whatever she needed too here. The woman on the comms had spoken of happiness. So too had that same mane; the one who was coming to retrieve her out of kindness. Turning her face up into the light of a sun not brought by Apollo, Helen supposed she was already as close to happy as she'd been in a long time. |