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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2013-05-28 19:43:00

Entry tags:

h.g. wells, padme amidala

Who: Padmé and H.G.
What: Having tea and a friendly chat.
When: Monday afternoon (just a bit backdated!)
Where: H.G.'s sitting room
Warnings: Should be low

Slowly, Helena was adjusting. Adjusting to loss was nothing new to her. In fact, it was something the Victorian woman was far too used to. Sometimes it really did seem as though she should stop trying to be happy because it was always somehow taken away from her in a bad way. Helena really could only handle so much loss before she wasn't going to bother putting her heart back together. This place had given her a chance to be with Myka, to finally act on the love she'd kept silent in her heart. Just when she'd let herself dream of a future, Myka had been taken from her. Hope and H.G. Wells never went well together, not any longer. She should have learned her lesson in hope when she'd failed to save Christina with her time machine.

Claudia's visits were more than welcome, Helena needed them more than she would ever actually say. The companionship did help keep her from falling within herself, from keeping herself from closing off emotionally. The only thing that it didn't do was give her reason to put the effort into putting her heart back together. That would be a topic she would need to approach slowly, and once she was further removed from having Myka taken from her. So for now, she simply vented her grief, anger and pain in inventions and writing. Several inventions hadn't survived, having been destroyed in fits of frustration. Helena's writing also had suffered some of the same treatment. She would run with an idea, but when she grew disenchanted with it, or frustrated with it, she would tear the pages from her notebook, crumple them up and cast them aside.

Despite having just moved to a different room, Helena had still managed to turn her sitting room into a disaster area. Crumpled paper was strewn everywhere. Bits of machinery and scrap metal and other such spare parts were also strewn on the floor. So when Helena had made plans with Padmé for tea, she had quite the cleaning job to do. Helena started with the discarded balls of paper, gathering them all and tossing them into a proper waste bin. She then spent ample time crawling around the floor of the sitting room to gather all the bits of broken inventions. Once she was certain she'd collected all the bits that had been cast aside, Helena took them all into her bedroom, setting them all on the bed. She also took whatever inventions were currently being worked on and set them in her room, closing the door. She then took her tea pot and went to the kitchens to boil the water for tea. When that was ready, she took it back up to her room and added the tea leaves, leaving it to steep as she put the finishing touches on straightening the furniture.

Grappler was draped on the back of the couch, lazily watching Helena fluff the throw pillows. The cat's tail flicked back and forth, clearly knowing company of some sort would be arriving given the fuss Helena was making.

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i_cannot_follow
2013-05-29 02:29 am UTC (link)

Padmé enjoyed having tea. It wasn't even necessarily the tea itself, but the act of sitting down to have a beverage, to enjoy a sense of calmness and tranquility. It was an act somewhat like meditation to her. When socialization could be added, and that balance of relaxed and formal achieved, it felt like a safe territory for her. Padmé had been raised to be a politician, in a number of ways. Her talent for it hadn't been purely talent; she had been exposed to so many things through her education and her parents had assured that it was the best education. She had been involved in actual active politics since she was eight. Not being formal, on some level, was a foreign concept to her. Even after a year, she was struggling to come to terms with fully relaxing. But that was because she had over 20 years of another mindset to come to terms with.

Helena seemed kind. Padmé hadn't had much of a chance to talk with the other woman in-depth before, but she knew Anakin thought highly of her and she knew that young Helena could be quite delightful at times. When Helena had offered tea, Padmé had absolutely no reason to refuse.

Padmé had worn a blue and green sundress, with a swirl/arrow pattern on it, and a simple pale silver jacket paired with it. She was also having a bit of time coming to terms with the ability to wear any Earth clothing she wanted and dressing for maternity. At the present, she was roughly around 20 weeks pregnant. She was at the half-way mark and was, indeed, showing. And she wasn't a Queen or a Senator who had to dress accordingly. She was just Padmé. (But even when not dressing in traditional Naboo style garb, she had found herself still fond of the cool colors that so reminded her of her home growing up.)

She knocked at Helena's door and waited patiently for Helena to answer.

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indelibleink
2013-05-29 04:45 am UTC (link)

Having company for tea was something Helena enjoyed. Even when drinking tea was an every day occurrence for her, Helena still savored each and every time she had it. Being British notwithstanding, Helena did take her tea very seriously. It served to help her wake up in the morning, much as a cup of coffee might do for others. It also helped her to relax, and was even just something to drink when she would stay up all hours of the night writing.

Truthfully, this should have happened sooner. Helena had never gotten to talk to Padmé in depth, but better late than never. And with them both having someone they loved and cared about sent home recently, now was perhaps a really good time to talk. At least this time the topic wouldn't solely be about the younger Helena and how she was adjusting after the horrible news Helena had given her. This time they could just talk and get to know each other a bit better.

When the knock came, Helena headed to the door, keeping one eye on Grappler as the cat's head perked up. While Grappler wasn't known for being an escape artist, Helena wasn't wanting to take the chance of having to chase a cat through the castle. Striding to the door and clad in dark blue jeans and a blue blouse, Helena opened it, smiling upon seeing Padmé on the other side.

"Hello, please come in and make yourself comfortable." At least now, the smile wasn't forced, it was genuine. Even though she still wore her engagement ring on her finger, she could at least bring herself to be social and not feel like she had to put on a face to appear okay. The Victorian woman was still far from okay, but she was better than she had been.