Thread: Eternal Bliss [OctopusPrince and gio-vanne]

Helios couldn't believe that this was really it. She really shouldn't have been at her local bar, blowing the last little bit of money she had on bottles of chocolate stout, but what else was she supposed to be doing? She'd been kicked out of her apartment, which to be fair was ridiculously overpriced anyway, and all she had was her purse, a bag full of clothes and her cello left to her name. She'd managed to get most of the clothes she liked at least, her favorite dresses, some socks with floating eighth notes on them, and of course she'd managed to shove most of her undergarments into her bag before her landlord was screaming at her to leave. This was what her life had come to. Fucking Helios Vintaska-- the 'sun child' of the Vintaska family. More like the burn out. She'd called her parents, but as always, they wouldn't pick up and her siblings, her sister Alluna and her brother Endymion were as always, too busy to do more than text a question mark at her as to why she was calling them. The earth, the moon and the sun-- what were her parents thinking? Was it a goal of theirs, to put pressure on all three of them as soon as they were born? Well, it had worked on Helios' brother and sister. Alluna was a lawyer, Endymion was had his own marketing firm, and Helios?... Helios had a bag of clothes, and a cello. She'd bought the instrument herself, she'd taken out the loans to go to school herself, she'd paid all of her fees and her private tutors herself. And so, she supposed she had three things left in her life, a bag of clothes, a cello, and 100 thousand dollars of debt. She had worked so hard, and for what? To be kicked out of her apartment because rent was late again and she had to practice cello at night? Of course she had to practice at night! She worked during the day, all day. Helios tried at least, not to look as pitiful as she felt. She was a regal looking woman after all, from a prestigious family, and that at least had taught her not to bare her weaknesses on her sleeve. Even with the cello case at her hip and her back of clothes tucked under her bar stool, she looked relatively composed. She was tall and lean save for the hips her mother's side of the family had gifted her, with pale skin and ash blonde hair, a hefty length of it that fell down her back when it wasn't hoisted up into a ponytail. She'd managed to get out of her uniform and into a cocktail dress before her landlord had ruined her night and her life, because she had planned to go out tonight in the first place, to come to this bar she always frequented, just not under these circumstances. The dress was a deep, wine red, cut to make her look even taller, her legs pouring out of the bottom of it as milky, toned muscle, and the only accessory she wore that evening, was a pair of ruby earrings to match the scarlet dress, the shimmery gems dangling and catching the neon lighting of the bar logo lights. Dark brown eyes stared down into the top of her beer, the small ring leading into a dark, liquidy abyss, and she wished for just a moment, that she could stuff herself into that bottle, drown in stout, and call this whole life thing a day. Instead, she sighed, took another long sip, and stared absently at nothing, listening only half way to all the bustle of other locals around her.