woman of many names
They call her many names.
To her people she is Magyar. Erzebet. She is them and they are she, each representing the other, never one without the other.
To Gilbert, she is Ungarn. Veta. She is like the wind to him, soft and sweet and always there, but one could never hold it.
To Roderich she is Ungarn as well (but he says it with an air of class Gilbert could never hope to achieve). Elisabet. She is like the land to him, beautiful and down to earth, always there and his to hold.
To Sadiq she is Macaristan. Yeliz. She is like river water to him, cold and pretty and relaxing to the touch, but it slips away from his fingers far too easily.
To Ivan she is Венгрия. Elizaveta. She is like fire to him, beautiful only from a distance, because she would hurt him if he got too near.
To Arthur she is Hungary. Elizabeth. My god is an oath, he says. The name of his favorite queen.
Only great women deserve to be named that, he'd told her once, softly. You are no such exception, Elizabeth.
Now she wonders if she is to agree with him.
notes:
magyar - hungarian term for hungary; erzebet - hungarian cognate of "elizabeth"
ungarn - german term for hungary; elisabet/elisabeth - german cognate of "elizabeth"
macaristan - turkish term for hungary; yeliz - turkish cognate of "elizabeth"
Венгрия - russian term for hungary; elizaveta - russian cognate of "elizabeth"
The above is 199 words exactly. Just wanted to see what I could cram into that number of words.
SOOOO I'VE DECIDED TO CONTINUE THIS YAY
COMPLETE WITH CRACK PAIRINGS
BUTTTT updates are going to be scarce because I have a lot on my plate. Yeah.
