She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.
The depravities of high society did not scare her. She had become part of it. Accustomed to being the doll they desired her to be. A mere embodiment of desires.
The black swan and white swan combined.
She reached out to take his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. The young vicomte had made her respect him some time back, with his code of honour and straightforward approach to those around him. He felt like a little brother to her. Perhaps he was, in some way.
@ToLoveBallet " Oui . . " he sighed, sinking in his chair and closing his eyes. His head had started hurting, the lack of sleep and stress taking over.
"Thank you Elisabeth, for just being here."
She rose to her feet quickly, crossing her arms in front of her chest. The man had shown his true colours before, a temper and the need to control everything, no matter the cost. Would she endure it? She didn't know if she thought it was worth it. Yet, for this moment, she waited
"you are not going to say anything? Come to his defence, saying he meant well? Whatever else?" he was practically shouting by now. He had to control himself, turning his back to Elisabeth, he poured himself a drink.
@TheVicomteRaoul "Of course, you are right" she responded after both of them were seated. "yet, you also know that does not matter in society, that news travels fast and that reputations can be destroyed."
@TheVicomteRaoul Had not looked down on this woman from the Opera, a ballet dancer, the talk of town.
"I have to warn you, your brother has quite the temper."
@TheVicomteRaoul Elisabeth her smile was warm as she accepted his arm. Had she expected to run into something like this? Perhaps, Philippe had warned her not to meddle in these affairs after all. Yet she had a soft spot for the young Vicomte. He had always been kind to her, honourable even.
Elisabeth watched him pacing, knowing all too well that anything she would say at the moment was another thing that would start an argument. She would let him rage. If he had calmed down, she would stand up for his little brother.
He was pacing up and down the room, his anger growing by the minute. His brother, being so stupid to offer shelter to an unmarried girl with a baby? Was he completely out of his mind?
@TheVicomteRaoul@AngelDaee Elisabeth leant in, placing a hand upon the young Vicomte his cheek. Her voice was soothing, calm. "You do not have to safe the world entire. One is responsible for their own life. I do not know the girl, nor why she is "troubled" as you said.
@TheVicomteRaoul@AngelDaee "Will the child be alright?" Elisabeth inquired further, her brow showing slight signs of worry. Children shouldn't be pushed around like dolls. She felt quite.. protective over the innocent.
@TheVicomteRaoul@AngelDaee "He is stable, his cheery self" she jested, before she was pushed to the side by Christine. "What on earth" she exclaimed, barely holding on to the doorframe to keep herself from falling.
"I suppose she doesn't do well with company?"
@HEILLOSUNHEILIG and thus the writer is associated with the way they write a character. I suppose it all has to do with the effort put into writing and creating stories.
@HEILLOSUNHEILIG //Eventhough Elisabeth isn't necessarily a villain, I do agree to some extent. I suppose it also has to do with wether that villain is male or female, for the male comes with the "we can save him" attitude, while females come across as rude,
"In a way these females are not themselves anymore, but a projection. Just as justice is projection of the masculine view on the morally "perfect" female."
"Perhaps, yet justice is merely a stoic figure. In giving certain principles the embodiment of a 'female', one does not refer to a female in the literal sense, but rather the idea of it.