SHATTERED GLASS

╰     cs female , she + her     ☆     𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 …   we’re introduced to ELEANOR FRESNE , the 27 years old MAID at MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S INN from enchanted falls who bears a striking resemblance to PHOEBE DYNEVOR. the whispers in the wind tells us of their FORBEARING and IDEALISING reputation, that’s why the townsfolk often are reminded of shards of shimmering glass shattered across a marble floor , ill-intent mistaken for affection and love , a melody once enchanting now turning sweet dreams to nightmares , a cream white apron soiled with cinders , purple shaded bruises on porcelain pale flesh from a pea sized discomfort.  they are often haunted by dreams of a life lived as ELLA TREMAINE ( CINDERELLA ) + THE PRINCESS ( PRINCESS AND THE PEA ) .

a study in : pretty privilege , people pleasing , forgivenesses is the biggest strength , a fear of asking for help again , romanticism of everything as a way to cope , a little white lie and the guilt that followed

BEFORE THE CURSE ( vague abuse mention tw )

as the story goes , there was a girl who lost her mother at a young age , a once happily family plagued by the loss of one so dear. the girl a spitting image of her mother with a sweet temperament that would put even the sweetest flowers to shame. ella , as the girl was called , clung to her father in lieu of the tragedy as he was all she had left — though in some ways it could be said that the chateau greatly reminded ella of her mother ( as it is said a homemaker is truly who makes a house a home ) and perhaps the only tangible thing that brought her comfort.

it was only a short while before ella's father had remarried , attempting to once again find love as within such a short time he'd grown tired of the loneliness. in truth , ella thought he was attempting to replace her mother , but she took in the new step-mother and step-sisters with all the grace of that of her late mother. then he passed , and as the story goes ella became a prisoner in her own home. a maid servant pushed to the attic where a winter's cold chill often left her to sleep by the fire where embers would dirty her face , and thus cinderella. the death of the only other person she had left in this world that truly loved her broke ella. she retreated into herself more and more and each day came to romanticize her situation to provide little relief in the torment she faced both internally and externally. cooking , cleaning , sewing , it all busied ella and so it was when she was alone at night that her mind was tormented. rare was her sweet dreams , the ones that kept her hopeful for a family like she had once upon a time. it was also the reason ella had so hastily fallen for a man she didn’t know. his face was handsome and his words were sweet , but there was a bitterness under it all , a rot. he was no better than the carriage that had turned back into a pumpkin. 

so when the stroke of midnight came upon her marriage , it all came at once. that familiar grief fell upon her once more. was her step mother right? was there truly no one left to love ella in this world? maybe such a sentiment had truly come to plague her more than expected for when she found another , love was tainted. a knock on the door and promise she was a princess left her with a restless night , not for the pea placed under mattresses for a test but the guilt that ate at her for a lie , the first time she'd done such a thing. had her first marriage truly soiled her good nature? it certainly had left her waiting for this prince to do the same , and maybe he would , or his mother would.

AFTER THE CURSE

eleanor's father was a man well off with a chateau he had placed in eleanor's name before he passed , but the papers had been lost . . . misplaced and instead she found herself working to get by. now , she was a lucky girl as pretty privilege and a sweet disposition had given eleanor more than she would have gotten otherwise. unfortunately , she romanticized what she thought was to be love with her now ex-husband , perhaps it was just infatuation at the time but it did cost her a decent job and with the connections she'd lost , eleanor was left to fall back on what she could afford — a maid at the midsummer night's inn.

it was there she came across another in need of a room for a night with a mother who was displeased at everything the inn had to offer , and while this man might seem like a prince charming she's afraid , very afraid. the illusion of what love is has been tainted for eleanor in which she finds dreaming about the notion far safer and maybe , just maybe she doesn't trust her own judgement — far too naive to the ways of others.

i'll be making this part more detailed in time!

HEADCANONS

her home. glass objects commonly around her home. maybe a bit of miss havisham about her , the start of it anyway. 

from years of working , eleanor has begun to develop an acute form of fms aka fibromyalgia which explains the bruising and restless sleeping habits that have formed , though the latter could also be a product of guilt

romanticism , her favourite way to cope with anything that might even so much as slightly displease or upset her.

LIKES & DISLIKES

favorable: dreaming , singing , piano music , dancing , attending parties , pumpkin soup , beautiful dresses she cannot afford , afternoon tea , kindness from a stranger , floor-length windows that allow the sunshine in