Who: Helen and Orestes What: Random meeting When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Central Park
Over the months as Helen devised and prepared for her plans, she hadn't given much thought to what others would say or think of what she was about to do. In her mind, if there was any possibility of breaking this damned curse for good she would take it. Helen was doing this for herself and she had to do whatever it took to try and fix things herself. Clearly, the gods didn't give a damn what happened to her. Her father certainly didn't, otherwise he would have helped her all those years ago. What else could she have expected of him or the other gods? Not much, to be frank.
In a sense, as Helen walked through Central Park it was a sort of last-visit. Although she had every intention of making it out of her plans alive, she couldn't afford to be arrogant. There was a possibility she would fail and be the one left behind. She was a fighter, she always had been, but if what she knew about the place she was going to was true then there was a chance she might not be as strong as usual. Her heart raced not because she was nervous, but because she was excited that finally she would have a chance to truly end this thing.
As she walked, she hardly paid attention to the others around her. Anytime she felt another immortal she would stop momentarily and gauge whether or not they were familiar. One such person she felt she hadn't expected to see.
In her death, his was the last face she had seen. And yet, his plan had also failed. She remembered it both ways. She remembered him as a child, just as she remembered her daughter, even if Helen hadn't recognized her then. She would now, if ever she saw her child again.
At first, when Orestes felt another immortal near him he completely ignored it. It was Greek, that much he knew. He just wanted to avoid whoever it was because it could be one of the Furies. His paced quickened as he attempted to avoid said immortal. He was just a man returning home from work, and he wanted no shit today.
However, Helen had other plans. She hurried in Orestes' direction. When she was within earshot she called out, "Orestes! Please, stop!"
Orestes' instinct was to move faster, but when Helen called out again he stopped and turned cautiously to see who it was. His heart sunk somewhat when he saw Helen about twenty feet away. His brow furrowed, "What do you want, Helen?" His hatred for her would likely never go away. He really could have gone this lifetime without ever seeing her again. Especially now that he knew for certain Hermione was around. Probably going to ask again if I've seen Hermione.
Helen smiled slightly when she closed much of the distance between them, keeping a careful six feet between them. "I only wanted to say hello before it's too late. Also," she pulled a ring off of her finger. Maybe it wasn't one from her original life, but it was something she could pass on to her daughter. It was a token of love to Hermione, even if she may never receive it. She held the ring out in her hand, "I may never get a chance to see my daughter again. If you see her, will you give her this?"
Orestes eyed Helen suspiciously. "If this is a trick-"
"It's not, I swear. I just wanted to give her something so she would know I will always love her. I figure if anyone sees her ever again, it must be you. It's just good fortune we crossed paths today."
"You make it sound like you're leaving and never returning. Very typical of you," he said bitterly.
Helen frowned then, "Please. Will you do this one thing for me? I won't ask anything else of you."
Orestes eyed Helen again, knowing it was never good to trust her. He stepped forward and grabbed the ring from her hand, "Fine. I'll give it to her... if I come across her." He wasn't about to betray Hermione's presence to Helen.
Helen's arm dropped after he took the ring. "Thank you."
Orestes just stared at Helen, careful not to take his eyes off of her as she stepped away. It wasn't until the woman was a small dot in the distance that he looked down at the ring to examine it. If he found anything suspicious about it he would throw it away immediately. However, when he saw that it was nothing more than a ring he frowned with what appeared to be disappointment. He stuck the ring in his pocket and then returned to his trek home.