# EULALIE HSU ( original baldur's gate iii companion )
a study in : the banshee's cry , bearing the curse , the enormity of grief , loss of self , rediscovering humanity , death & rebirth .
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# EULALIE HSU ( original baldur's gate iii companion )
a study in : the banshee's cry , bearing the curse , the enormity of grief , loss of self , rediscovering humanity , death & rebirth .

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ANNOUNCEMENT.
*youtube accent* hey guys! i just wanted to come on here and say that i'm officially putting mutya and eulalie (naturally) on hiatus, and making them low activity blogs. as fun as they are to write, they're so far out of the realm of what i normally do — and their confinement to the fantasy genre, which i get tired of pretty easily, makes it hard for me to retain muse for them. catch me over on @mieluselul !! i'll get her a proper promo and bio eventually but pretty safe to say, no more blog hopping now that i've got her set up. she's much more similar to the type of characters i've written for YEARS in the tumblr rpc prior and intend to stick w her for a while! ty for ur consideration 💃💃💃
ANNOUNCEMENT.
*youtube accent* hey guys! i just wanted to come on here and say that i'm officially putting mutya and eulalie (naturally) on hiatus, and making them low activity blogs. as fun as they are to write, they're so far out of the realm of what i normally do — and their confinement to the fantasy genre, which i get tired of pretty easily, makes it hard for me to retain muse for them. catch me over on @mieluselul !! i'll get her a proper promo and bio eventually but pretty safe to say, no more blog hopping now that i've got her set up. she's much more similar to the type of characters i've written for YEARS in the tumblr rpc prior and intend to stick w her for a while! ty for ur consideration 💃💃💃
prommy i did not abandon eula guys my brain for gas just been so intense over at @unwarrior so u will probably mostly catch me over there
@kusatta : holiday starter !!
a grin breaks open her face , a blinding light against the gloom of her features. for a creature borne of sorrow & grief ⏤ eulalie wears joy well. when she smiles , it is with much excitement , & it is always innocent , sincere , always brightened by an underlying sense of gratitude , that she might be deemed worthy of making smile at all.
" oh , moxie , i love it !!! thank you , so much ! i'm not sure i deserve such a wonderful gift. " says she , holding one of the gaudiest sweaters to have ever graced this earth against her chest , as if it were as precious as gold. & to her , it may very well be.

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i’m shaking crying head in my hands watching wyll edits. do i make him a blog
I'VE COME TO BURN YOUR KINGDOM DOWN –– # MERDEVA .
“ Eugh , smells of sick ⋯ ” / @soulskept.
this earns him a girlish pout. " don't look at me , i can't help that i look rotten. i think ... " & she points a bony finger off in the distance , towards a meticulously arranged display of bone & blood , swarmed by an audience of flies. " ... you should blame that. "
MINI PROMO .
hi , hi !! my name is lizzie !! welcome 2 the soft launch of unwarrior , a private & selective blog for my original tav , mutya solenne , a drow paladin of helm. please come meet my beautiful filipina elf wife.
something something something inara is mother miranda to @soulskept's alcina, and also the alcina to eulalie's bug daughters. something something mothers make the marrow of their daughters and eulalie's is rotting ..... i need to be sedated actually.
peeling out of my skin rn

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@merdeva : " come on, you slip of a creature. come find shelter under my wing. "
eulalie is a pathetic thing. & she knows that she is a pathetic thing , hollowed out by fear & grief & sorrow , all of her anguish making a home inside of her. how it consumes her , controls her. she , a corpse , being puppeteered by those maggots inside of her. & all the while , she is painfully aware of all that is happening to her. she feels the dull , unending ache as her innards are eaten away , & the worms steal from her something essential that she is sure she misses , but no longer has the capacity to place.
& so of course , of course , when inara beckons her ⏤ oh , but it just feels so right. how comfortably the creature of her body tucks itself under her wing , how well it fits in that diminutive space. & when she looks up to inara , who casts a knowing gaze down on her withered & fragile body , doesn't she feel so safe ? & deep down , some part of her knows that this is perverted , that any normal person would feel a pang of embarrassment & disgust , to see themselves reduced to a snivelling animal , a dog for fighting , curled up obediently against the warm body of a master that does not love them ( at least , not enough to let them out of the ring ).
but eulalie does not , can not , bring herself to care. she has already done the work of choosing to live beyond life. it was simply too much for her to bear , that she might , now , be asked to pick up the pieces of her shattered life ⏤ which , in truth , she feels no connection to ⏤ & construct an entirely new sense of self from them , with all those necessary , respectable , difficult qualities like dignity & obstinance. why should she carry the burden of undoing a curse placed forcibly upon her , when inara was here ? soothing , & cooing , providing her with a perfect , stunningly simple alternative to such turmoil : be the animal you are , here , & i will protect you , like a stray come in from the rain.
what she does not say , but is sure is implicitly understood by the winged woman , is simple : thank you. be the hand that feeds me , & i will never bite you.
@a-zif : holiday starter !!
" azif !! " eulalie cries out to her aasimar companion , laughter tickling the back of her throat , blossoming like flowers into warmth in her voice. with much enthusiasm , she gestures to the ground , white & fluffy with snow , & the soft imprint her body had left there. " look , i made a snow angel ! it reminds me of you ! "
" my, i’m not staring at you because of your. . . . ' unique look, ' darling . . . i’m staring because that sweater is simply atrocious. " / @soulskept.
" hey !! " brows furrow , plush lips pout. she tugs , emphatically , at her own sweater ( oversized & bright , silly against her thin , pale frame ) , looks down at it , then looks back up again. " it isn't atrocious ! it was a very thoughtful gift. & anyways , i think it's cute ! you should get one for yourself. just because we're dead doesn't mean we have to act like it. "
ok i’m caving they’re just too cute. like for a short festive starter 🥹
ke'nah clears her throat. it is an effort to maintain the raspy performance of her voice when she's so... what? angry? jealous? no, that's so silly and ridiculous and –– the spirits at the tips of her fingers titter and laugh because, duh, of course. she's totally jealous.
she scowls at the ground, wishing she held better reign over her emotions. ❝ she was, ❞ ke'nah grumbles, taking relish in the rough scrape of her voice. ❝ lots of people are afraid of the things they desire. why else would men burn women and call them witches? ❞
" i think you are mistaken , ke'nah ... " & the banshee hums , soft & melodious , somehow light with mirth , dissonant against her morbid musings. " i'm no witch ... but i've been hunt down plenty. i think ... men prefer to kill that which they do not want , cannot use. like ... extermination. " the word hangs heavy in an abrupt pause , wherein she realizes she's lost herself in thoughts of death yet again , & promptly reroutes the conversation. ( for as much as she so loves the macabre , she loves flattery even more ).
" then again ... i guess we aren't talking about a man , are we ? " & in the darkness of her eyes shines something playful , & perhaps a bit challenging. not that she's teasing , of course ⏤ at least , not intentionally ⏤ she only wants to hear admittance of what she hopes to be true : that ke'nah covets her , such that something so innocent as a stranger's wandering eye might actually vex her. " maybe she was admiring me , then. she was so terribly kind , after all ... " at this , a coy smile tugs at the corners of her lips. " is that such a reason to pout ? "

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another loaded question. she's not quite sure what she'd tell the living if she happened to die, nor did she have the chance to think about this before. perhaps something to remember her by, not by the tad pole in her had or the way she perished — but something good she did. the thought makes her feel uneasy and she stows away her thoughts as soon as they come. ❛ doesn't it overwhelm you? ❜ she says curiously, tilting her head. ❛ the voices all the time, never ceasing, always speaking. one would think that it would become too much. ❜
eulalie knows she is an unusual thing. but for so long , her oddity has been her own. now , as she stands before morgana , some pale , fragile little creature , with wet eyes & poor posture , a profound sense of shame dawns on her. it is an odd & uniquely humiliating thing , to proclaim your brokenness before someone so much more capable than yourself. still , she does not shy away from it. she can't , not when she owes her life to all these maladies. " it .... it is overwhelming , yes. it can be ... paralyzing , & even when it isn't so bad ... i find it difficult , to speak , or even ... to think ... " & that struggle is evident , even now , as she croaks through the heavy pauses in her sentences , desperately trying to make sense of herself. please mind her confusion , her mind is not her own. " but , i think ... maybe , there is no i ... or me ... i think i might just be them ... the voices , i mean ... like i am ... many , in one body , trying to piece myself together ... & that makes it easier to bear , i suppose. all those voices ... just my thoughts. & i can pretend they are like anyone else's , just ... different. "
DOES IT HAUNT YOU ? does it call upon its slave in the darkest point of the night, where the moon is at its highest, yet the shine of its surface can't touch upon you? DOES IT TAUNT YOU ? to not able to feel the warmth of the sun upon your skin, only the cold and frigid notion of bitterness, one of the past, one of lost time, one of forgotten memories. DOES IT FRIGHTEN YOU ? the notion of being alone, even in the darkest of moments when reaching out for the comfort of your lady, only to have her forsake you?
shadowheart bites back, just as she always does. though tongue vile & raw, her aloofness still stands as though it always does. yes, the other merely is planting lies in their mind, misfortunes in their actions, another demonstration from her dark lady. she must not veer off from her path, just another test. ❛❛ the lady of loss gives me all that i need. nothing compares to embracing her ways. ❜❜ a pause, one born from uncertainty even the hand plucked savior has to endure. ❛❛ though, there is nothing to miss because i do not remember. ❜❜
memories can be unwelcome , cumbersome things. hauntings of the past. at their worst , they become burdens : something their beholder must carry , in shame , or sorrow , or regret. at their best , though ? at their best , they are something else entirely : gifts , from our past selves , all of our joy & love & laughter preserved eternally by the strange & wonderful mechanisms of the mind. every now & again , eulalie sees flashes of her former life. they come few & far between , but they come to her , nonetheless. & for all the pain they cause ... they are all she has left of herself. she cannot imagine what it would be like to be without them.
" well ... i miss plenty , that i do not remember. i know i was more than this , once ... & though i do not know who i used to be ... i think , i still miss her ... " gaze falls upon shadowheart , some mix of sympathy & recognition dancing in the darkness of her eyes , breaching the distance placed between them by the other. " ah ... i know my comfort means nothing to you. your lady of darkness has greater things to offer , i'm sure ... but ... i understand what it is like , to lose something like that. your memories ... your past ... yourself ... if ever ... it is too great a burden to bear , know that i am here , to talk to , & weep with , for i am a miserable thing. i would not turn away , from your sorrows. let me carry them , if ever you cannot. "