InsaneJournal

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.