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

Helena well knew she could still utilize her humor and put a smile on her face, it would fool most people. But Myka would see right through such a front, so Helena wasn't even bothering to appear fine. Besides, the last time she put up a front to hide her inner emotions, she'd been trying to destroy the world. The Victorian woman had no desire to follow the same path. It was a difficult struggle to keep herself from falling back into that person she had been. That anger, that darkness would always be part of her, and it was an active fight with herself that she could never stop waging. It was because of that anger that she'd been destroying things she'd been building. But better her inventions take the brunt of her emotional outbursts than another human being.

No doubt the state of her room was alarming to Myka. Helena wasn't a complete neat freak, but she always did keep her things tidy and organized. And her usually impeccable manner of dress was slightly off. Her blouse was wrinkled as though she'd worn it before. It was still tucked into her jeans as normal, but the little signs that Helena was not okay were there.

"I do. Claudia claimed this was my present for all the Christmases and birthdays of mine she missed." Helena did, however, manage to roll her eyes as she closed the door and moved over to pick Grappler up before the cat decided to go greet Myka herself. It was better this way. "Believe me, I never would have asked for a cat. I prefer dogs. But Grappler has grown on me. Her companionship has been most comforting the past couple weeks." There was an undertone of sadness in her voice, and she glanced at Myka, her dark eyes carrying a note of the broken heart that beat within her chest.

Grappler, whom Helena was holding under her arm, was protesting being held back from greeting Myka. "I can put her in the bedroom if you would rather not have a cat imposing herself upon you." Despite having ensured to take her engagement ring off, Helena had not taken off the pearl bracelet that had been a Valentine's gift. It was at least easier to spin the truth of the bracelet's origins than it was a ruby-and-diamond engagement ring.