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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

At hearing those other band names, Helena's nose scrunched a bit in disapproval. "What exactly are people thinking when choosing these names?" She shook her head a bit, more or less tossing this into the part of the years she'd missed that she'd never completely understand. "Though the music itself is what is the important part, not the name." When Claudia told her what she played, Helena smiled. "Very good. Music is a language anyone anywhere at any time can speak and share. I do hope the band you are part of stays together and that you stayed in it." Despite the century that separated Helena's interest in music and Claudia's, she still felt this could be a topic that they could bond over given time. "You know, if you have a guitar here or could get a hold of one, perhaps we could play together sometime? I would love to hear you play the guitar." And Helena genuinely meant that.

"Yes well, it is fitting given I am at your mercy, my dear." Helena smirked and felt this was an adequate allusion, even if Helena didn't know what Prada meant, but that was beside the point. When Claudia slipped the devil horns on, Helena tilted her head, taking in the younger woman's appearance. She studied her, a serious look on her face before she responded to Claudia. "I do not think a Viking helmet would suit me overly much, but a Valkyrie would be an interesting costume. But I would prefer a Greek goddess, more ways to push the limits of restraint." The ever so slight curve of her lips and the devious flicker that passed through her eyes were evidence she was referring to Myka. "The horns suit you, darling." She added as though it was an afterthought, but it actually wasn't.