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archiveofarethusaHelene was aware, distantly, that she'd been over the moon loony for years. And she was used to forgetting, but little things like how people expected her to have reasons for elaborate slaughter, or circumspection.
It took Helene minutes after rising from her bed of dead nobles (worst bed ever; management would hear of this) to notice she'd confessed on the walls using their blood, mimicking Ivanov's early caricatures. Three seconds to note the lack of hangover, five for the flush of their blood on her cheeks, vividly reminding her of the stage makeup for virginal characters.
Helene gave herself pause sometimes.
It took Helene minutes after rising from her bed of dead nobles (worst bed ever; management would hear of this) to notice she'd confessed on the walls using their blood, mimicking Ivanov's early caricatures. Three seconds to note the lack of hangover, five for the flush of their blood on her cheeks, vividly reminding her of the stage makeup for virginal characters.
Helene gave herself pause sometimes.