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

Helena had read up on how Valentine's Day was typically celebrated in these days. She'd lived in the era where Valentine's cards were more cherished than Christmas cards. Not to mention Valentine's cards tended to be outrageously audacious in her day. Despite the fact she was a romantic at heart, Helena had never liked the ostentatious cards with the rather liberal application of paraphernalia to the cards. Of course had she ever truly had someone she wanted to give a Valentine to, she might have felt otherwise about them. But as it stood, she had been one who had tended to scoff at the cards that tended to be more expensive than she believed they were worth. Of course, she'd received a fair amount of Valentine's cards in her day, her admirers were never few in number. But the fact she had never given a Valentine spoke to her heart. There had been the very specific few she had genuinely been in love with, but she had never given them a Valentine's. After all, they had been married, it would've been improper.

So after gathering enough understanding of the modern Valentine's Day and being driven by the romantic in her that Myka's presence in her life was nourishing, Helena had sought to make this a wonderful day for them both. The Victorian woman, for all of her pride and confidence was actually nervous. Being nervous was not a state she was used to in any stretch of the imagination. But she was nervous because Myka was her first Valentine. And Helena knew she would also be her last Valentine. The way she loved Myka was different from the others she had loved. Myka knew her inside and out, knew who she was, what she had been through, the things she had done and still loved her. Even before they had begun dating their relationship had had its ups and downs, but they were both still there, still believed in the other, and that meant more to Helena than she could ever properly express.

Helena had noticed that there was something wrong with Myka since the whole thing with the older younger Helena and Anakin having been here. She hadn't pressed the issue, now wasn't precisely the time to talk about that. But the fact she'd seen her younger self in love with Anakin wasn't precisely a revelation to her. Helena knew her heart and knew she was capable of loving more than one person at a time. Whether it was because she was a product of the time she had been born into and hadn't had a monogamous relationship, or whether it was due to something more innate within herself was unclear. To Helena, she had, after getting over the shock of her younger self being thrust upon her, come to view her younger self as a completely separate entity to her. Where someone else may be able to see the similarities in personality and character between them, Helena saw a complete break, saw two separate people that just happened to have the same name. But that was an issue for another time, and also one Helena tended to keep quiet about.

Returning to their room with their dinner in hand, Helena stepped inside, glad that her younger self had saw fit to go elsewhere for the evening. She should perhaps pay more attention to her younger self lest she and the younger Anakin try to pull another stunt, but right now, Helena's only concern was Myka. Looking up at Myka as she heard her greeting, she took a moment to admire her girlfriend, a warm smile curving her lips, adding a sparkle to her dark eyes.

"Happy Valentine's Day, My," she returned, her smile growing wider, causing the corners of her eyes to crinkle. She did love using the shortened form of Myka's name. "Though I feel underdressed for the occasion. Perhaps if you can spare me a few minutes, I can change." Despite having taken to enjoying wearing pants in modern times, Helena still dressed quite well, and she was currently impeccable in her skinny dark denim jeans and dark red blouse that seemed to compliment her dark hair quite well. Of course, while Helena was indeed serious on changing clothes, she was also going to use the time to retrieve Myka's own gift, an engraved bracelet, as well as applying a bit of perfume.