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 a good neighbor, tag: sterling/kay
helen clarice mallory
 Posted on: Feb 10 2018, 07:54 AM
queen clarion
❝ ❞
tinkerbell
43
5"7'
heterosexual
complicated
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becca



chances are
we are the same
There was always a certain satisfaction to be felt when one of her patients was doing particularly well. Not satisfaction in herself of course - Helen was not vain or silly enough to attribute any progress to her own actions, when it was entirely to do with her patients’ own hard work and their impossible bravery in laying their soul bare on a weekly basis - but complete and utter pride.

Most of them were so young - some of them children before they had passed through the portal - and it was impossible not to think to her fairies in moments like these, when a patient felt comfortable enough to discharge themselves from her care (with the reassurance that Helen would always be here if they ever needed to talk). She saw Vidia in their stubbornness, saw Silvermist in their blind, bubbling optimism, and saw Tinkerbell in their sheer determination to make something of themselves in the world they had been thrust into. And when her patients did well - when they were hopeful and happy and ready to face their future in San Francisco - Helen could believe the same was true of her own beloved people.

Of course, it would be easier to think solely of happy thoughts if the discharge papers did not mean a visit to the office down the hall to hand her patient over for career counselling. Queen Clarion had certainly never been a coward - she had faced the few interruptions to the bliss of Pixie Hollow with courage and determination and the fierceness of a mother protecting her children - and she liked to think she same could be said for Helen. But her patience had been regularly tested by Sterling Spiegel in all the years she had worked with him, and she had absolutely no doubt that today’s encounter would prove to be as trying as all the others.

Helen steeled herself with a deep sigh, report clutched to her chest, and rapped lightly on the door to Sterling’s office.

“Sterling?" she called, pleasantly. "It’s Helen.”
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sterling douglas spiegel
 Posted on: Feb 14 2018, 12:27 PM
Magic Mirror
❝ What wouldst thou know, my Queen? ❞
Snow White
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5'10"
Questioning
Single
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Kay



If only you'd have known me before the accident For with that grand collision came a grave consequence Receptors overloaded, they burst and disconnect 'Til there was little feeling please work with what is left
He'd been holding in a sigh for the last hour, and when his latest client left the room Sterling couldn't keep it in any longer. Leaning back in his chair and rubbing the base of his palms into his temples didn't help at all but it sure made him feel like there was pressure being released. If only that was the case. Honestly, he liked his job. He was useful, looked up to for guidance, and at the end of the day he was his own man. But sometimes, sometimes people just hit all the nerves Sterling had.

The last client, for example, was one of those people. A prince from some fabled land. He had described himself as a leader, a man of the people, a man of honor and blah blah blah... did he have any skills? Okay, he could ride a horse. What had he been known for in his homeland? Apparently, nothing, as he had just taken the throne. According to the papers the young man had come in with, he was a child king, no real skills, no real interest in doing ANYTHING, and oh, the way he came in like he owned the office had put Sterling on edge right away. He tried not to judge people when they came to see him yet he always failed. He blamed people like this young king. Somehow Sterling had grit his teeth and managed to stay polite... until the man finally left. Now that he was alone he was ready to tear his hair out. Maybe he could take an early lunch, run off to a little cafe, or even see if there was a food truck nearby.

On the corner of his desk sat a small mirror, one that was often turned to an angle where he couldn't look into it. Now, he reached for it. His fingers brushed against the glass when someone knocked on the office door.

As soon as he heard the voice, he pulled away from the mirror and picked up some papers on his desk to look busy. "Come in." He didn't sound happy, but he rarely sounded happy. Of course, it wasn't Helen's fault he was a grump. But knowing his next interaction with someone would be with the ever cheerful, the eternal ray of blasted sunshine, Helen Mallory, certainly didn't leave Sterling any more pleased with how the day was progressing.

helen clarice mallory

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helen clarice mallory
 Posted on: Feb 16 2018, 08:09 AM
queen clarion
❝ ❞
tinkerbell
43
5"7'
heterosexual
complicated
28

becca



chances are
we are the same
If it was anybody else, Helen would have tempted to say she had caught him on a bad day. But this was just Sterling; the same grumpy, irritable Sterling Spiegel she had worked with for four long years, and every day was a bad day as far as he was concerned. She had taken it personally at first, her feelings stung by the sort of cold indifference she had never before been subjected to in her long, long life, but she had soon learned that Sterling’s lack of patience had nothing to do with her - at least not just her - and everything to do with… well, everybody.

At least he had actually invited her in, which wasn’t always the case, and Helen pushed open the door, peering her head around it in anticipation of the mood Sterling was in today. There was a stack of reports on his desk almost as large as the one on hers, which did not bode well for her hopes for a reasonably pleasant conversation, but Sterling didn’t look any more irritated than usual so Helen presumed it was safe to come closer.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Helen said sweetly, knowing full well that her very presence was an interruption to the career counsellor’s solitude. “I’m sure your workload is big enough already, but I’m afraid I have one more case,” she held up the paperwork in question with an apologetic smile, “to add to it.”
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+ notesi'm still not over 'eternal ray of blasted sunshine' tbh
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