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FICLET: Hair Ribbons (Salazar/Helga)
Title: Hair Ribbons
Pairing: Helga/Salazar
Prompt: once upon a midnight dreary
Rating: PG
Word Count: 784
Summary: Helga's musings when she is awoken late one night.
Author's Notes: I hope it's romantic-ish enough, considering Salazar is only mentioned three times ;)
Link to Prompt Table: Table!
The clock struck midnight just as Helga awoke. It was one of those instances in which she was awakened jarringly, with no warning whatsoever, leaving her to imagine all sorts of scenarios as to why she had been roused from sleep, each one more awful than the last. She had a terrible habit of this- just as easily as she could imagine happier days and sunlit skies, so to could her mind conjure horrid gore and unthinkable violence. She hated these times at night, when the darkness seemed oppressive and empty.
Helga shivered underneath her blanket. Rowena, who slept in the bed opposite her, had a terrible infatuation with cold air, and at any given time could be found flinging open windows all around the castle. It was an irritating tendency, which left Helga freezing and breathless, her breath clouding before her in small puffs.
There was a choice, she mused this night, to either stay in bed somewhat warm, or expose myself to the air and be warm later. Of course, there was always the alternative of using a simple Warming Charm- after all, those worked quite wonderfully in the autumn, but this was winter, and if she did a Warming Charm now she'd just have to repeat it almost every quarter of an hour. Sighing and realising that her choice was predestined, Helga slipped silently out of bed, barely moving her blankets, though she did gasp very slightly as the biting of the cold air on her arms and legs. As quickly as possible, she padded over to the open window and closed it securely. The sleeping Rowena murmured something to herself.
Satisfied with her decision, Helga made to move back to her bed, which, now that the cold air was seeping out of the room, looked much more comfortable the before. But the moon hung so brightly in the sky, nearly full, and stars littered the space beside it. In fact, the sky looked more deeply purple than black, and constellations swept over her vision. She reasoned with herself that she would never go back to sleep now, not with being up so long already (it was something Wena had told her, that the longer you stayed up after waking, the harder it was to slip back into slumber), so she might as well go ahead and enjoy the view. She fetched one of her thinner blankets from her bed and, as an afterthought, pulled from her bedside table a ribbon to tie back her hair with, so it wouldn't fall across her face as it tended to do. Helga smiled as she picked it up. It was her favourite, the one Salazar had given her for her birthday- soft yellow, charmed with small snakes that slithered back and forth across the fabric. Gave the students quite a fright, it did, when they saw it up close.
Absently, she twirled it into her hair and wrapped the blanket around her before beginning to study the skies. Godric had shown her all the constellations once, when she was younger, and it was the only subject in which he had more knowledge than Rowena, and Helga knew it irked her. She held up her finger and silently traced Pisces, the Fish, her Birth Sign. It looked so lovely tonight, even if the skies were a tad darker than before.
Helga groaned. Of course the skies were getting darker- there was a storm coming. Beyond the gorgeous constellations were thick black clouds, menacing in their size and what they promised. The slowly slid over to cover the moon and her beloved Pisces, finally seeing fit to rain droplets down to Earth, splattering the ground and her window.
What a dreary night, she thought sullenly to herself, and now I shan't be able to get back to sleep. She walked softly back to her bed, her blanket trailing loosely behind her. As she sat down wearily, her eyelids suddenly felt very heavy. Ha! Wena had been wrong about that. Helga made a sleepy resolve to tell her that the next morning before falling back into bed, sighing deeply.
There was something pressing against her head. With an irritated noise, she sat halfway up again and pulled at it- it was only the knot from her ribbon. She untied the ribbon hurriedly, worried she might fall asleep while doing so, and let her long tangled hair slip down her back. She held the ribbon in front of her eyes, blurry from tiredness; Salazar's snakes slithered across her line of vision, flicking their tongues back and forth.
Helga smiled and tossed the ribbon onto her bedside table, finally slipping into slumber, thoughts of Salazar dancing in her head.
ETA: Um, yeah, it might be helpful if I actually linked to the fic :P
Pairing: Helga/Salazar
Prompt: once upon a midnight dreary
Rating: PG
Word Count: 784
Summary: Helga's musings when she is awoken late one night.
Author's Notes: I hope it's romantic-ish enough, considering Salazar is only mentioned three times ;)
Link to Prompt Table: Table!
The clock struck midnight just as Helga awoke. It was one of those instances in which she was awakened jarringly, with no warning whatsoever, leaving her to imagine all sorts of scenarios as to why she had been roused from sleep, each one more awful than the last. She had a terrible habit of this- just as easily as she could imagine happier days and sunlit skies, so to could her mind conjure horrid gore and unthinkable violence. She hated these times at night, when the darkness seemed oppressive and empty.
Helga shivered underneath her blanket. Rowena, who slept in the bed opposite her, had a terrible infatuation with cold air, and at any given time could be found flinging open windows all around the castle. It was an irritating tendency, which left Helga freezing and breathless, her breath clouding before her in small puffs.
There was a choice, she mused this night, to either stay in bed somewhat warm, or expose myself to the air and be warm later. Of course, there was always the alternative of using a simple Warming Charm- after all, those worked quite wonderfully in the autumn, but this was winter, and if she did a Warming Charm now she'd just have to repeat it almost every quarter of an hour. Sighing and realising that her choice was predestined, Helga slipped silently out of bed, barely moving her blankets, though she did gasp very slightly as the biting of the cold air on her arms and legs. As quickly as possible, she padded over to the open window and closed it securely. The sleeping Rowena murmured something to herself.
Satisfied with her decision, Helga made to move back to her bed, which, now that the cold air was seeping out of the room, looked much more comfortable the before. But the moon hung so brightly in the sky, nearly full, and stars littered the space beside it. In fact, the sky looked more deeply purple than black, and constellations swept over her vision. She reasoned with herself that she would never go back to sleep now, not with being up so long already (it was something Wena had told her, that the longer you stayed up after waking, the harder it was to slip back into slumber), so she might as well go ahead and enjoy the view. She fetched one of her thinner blankets from her bed and, as an afterthought, pulled from her bedside table a ribbon to tie back her hair with, so it wouldn't fall across her face as it tended to do. Helga smiled as she picked it up. It was her favourite, the one Salazar had given her for her birthday- soft yellow, charmed with small snakes that slithered back and forth across the fabric. Gave the students quite a fright, it did, when they saw it up close.
Absently, she twirled it into her hair and wrapped the blanket around her before beginning to study the skies. Godric had shown her all the constellations once, when she was younger, and it was the only subject in which he had more knowledge than Rowena, and Helga knew it irked her. She held up her finger and silently traced Pisces, the Fish, her Birth Sign. It looked so lovely tonight, even if the skies were a tad darker than before.
Helga groaned. Of course the skies were getting darker- there was a storm coming. Beyond the gorgeous constellations were thick black clouds, menacing in their size and what they promised. The slowly slid over to cover the moon and her beloved Pisces, finally seeing fit to rain droplets down to Earth, splattering the ground and her window.
What a dreary night, she thought sullenly to herself, and now I shan't be able to get back to sleep. She walked softly back to her bed, her blanket trailing loosely behind her. As she sat down wearily, her eyelids suddenly felt very heavy. Ha! Wena had been wrong about that. Helga made a sleepy resolve to tell her that the next morning before falling back into bed, sighing deeply.
There was something pressing against her head. With an irritated noise, she sat halfway up again and pulled at it- it was only the knot from her ribbon. She untied the ribbon hurriedly, worried she might fall asleep while doing so, and let her long tangled hair slip down her back. She held the ribbon in front of her eyes, blurry from tiredness; Salazar's snakes slithered across her line of vision, flicking their tongues back and forth.
Helga smiled and tossed the ribbon onto her bedside table, finally slipping into slumber, thoughts of Salazar dancing in her head.
ETA: Um, yeah, it might be helpful if I actually linked to the fic :P
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Loved the fleeting mentions :)