Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-08-04 07:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dragon age, *narrative, helena wayne |
Helena Narrative
Who: Helena
What: Retrieval
Where: Dragon Age -> Hotel
When: Backdated. After finding out about Solas and Evelyn being gone and the reappearance of Gwen
Warnings/Rating: Newp
It shouldn't be like this.
Coming back to their door, to Thedas, she should be meeting them. There should be laughter. There should be changing into clothes so she fit in, but she wouldn't be staying that long this time. There should be - Evelyn's grin. Solas' shine. But they're both gone too as Helena stepped into the little house that used to belong to them. It didn't show signs of immediate habitation like it did the last time, already dirt was starting to form on the floor and both the hearth inside and the pit outside were cold.
Her fingers traced over the bed spread.
This was where they were. This was where they were happy and she had wanted just a little touch of it, a sliver, a kiss. And now they were gone.
She turned and began sorting through everything. If she thought too much, she'd get caught in the trap of Gwen coming back and the hope that they would.
She went through the bookcase, the desk, the chest. Then outside, the cut logs, around the firepit, around the house until a bit of disturbed earth caught her attention. Under it, she finally found the Tesseract locked into a small chest. All she had to do was see it before slamming the lid closed on the chest - her only interest was confirmation, not use. Tucking it under one arm, she went back inside, straightened anything she had disturbed, and locked it back up as best she could.
It was the least she could do for them. The least she owed them for the bright moments they had given her. Now she only had to find a home for the thing under her arm. Taking it back to Marvel wasn't a possibility, not yet, and it had to go somewhere safe. Somewhere no one could use it...