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Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka heard the response to her slip up and felt Helena squeeze her hand before she'd pulled it away. While she hadn't intended to say those particular words they'd been spoken. She couldn't take them back not that she wanted to. It was no secret to herself that her body hummed at the thought of Helena touching her. The subtle touching and sideways glances were the things that she had relished having. The elephant in the room had practically been ignored never truly discussed until it was too late. Those feelings that had been stored away and ignored were screaming to be released.

The question was could she do it. Could she voice precisely what it was that she was feeling inside? Give words to how she felt about Helena. It would be a lie if she said that she wasn't terrified. The last person to have stirred feelings this intense within her had been Sam and he was long gone. Was she forever destined to have her lovers ripped away from her? Their deaths caused by an artifact? At the thought of losing another the question begged on whether it was worth it. Despite all the questions going through her mind, Myka knew that no matter what Helena was worth it. She'd go to hell and back for the woman knocking down anyone who stood in her way, consequences be damned.

Myka felt a tug at her heart as she looked at the locket in her hands. She felt as if she was giving a piece of herself away. As if she was feeling the pain of losing Christina. Myka had long since realized that to love Helena was to love everything about the woman. To love her meant to accept where her hatred came from, accept what she had done as a result of her hatred, the betrayal and ultimate sacrifice. She took in a breath a tear threatening to fall. Handing the locket over was going to be ranked among the hardest things she'd ever do. Raising the locket to her lips she placed a gentle kiss against it. Myka had all but forgotten that Helena was in the room for a moment. Continuing to have her moment with the memory of Christina. Right before she broke her moment Myka gave one final message. "I promise you that I will take care of her, no matter what."

When Myka looked up she saw the unshed tears in Helena's eyes and knew. The Victorian woman had witnessed the moment that she'd been having. Taking the locket she gripped it in her hands and shifted her body so that she was practically sitting half on and half off Helena's lap. Myka took the locket and leaned forward to slip it around Helena's neck. As the locket slipped around its owners neck, Myka rested her hand against it. The other hand touching the ends of the silky strands of hair. The locket was finally home where it belonged. Looking into Helena's eyes Myka said, "She's home now."