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Helena Wells has "disappeared" with the Astrolabe (ismellapples) wrote in wariscoming,

It was truly difficult to pinpoint exactly why she felt unable to stay away from Irene for very long. Even when the future version of her had been here, Helena felt drawn to visit her and try to give her some cheer and comfort. And now that the present Irene was back, she felt that attraction pulling at her again. Helena would be lying to herself if she didn't like the way it made her feel. It was just another reminder that she was, in fact, alive and not a hologram. She could touch and be touched. It still was an odd sensation, even after nearly a month of being here, but it was one she treasured completely. This was a relationship she wasn't sure where it would go, but she was going to follow the path laid before her.

When the door opened, her eye was instantly drawn to Miss Adler's hair. The long curls were extremely becoming of her, and rather enticing, and paired with the way she'd done her make-up just captured her attention further. Smiling warmly in return, Helena stepped inside. "Thank you, it's more than wonderful to see you, my dear." As she slid her jacket off, she gave Irene a once-over, taking in her full appearance. Disheveled indeed. Though Helena couldn't help but feel slightly understated as she wasn't wearing any make-up. She never had, even in her day. Helena was the type to accentuate her natural beauty with accessories or how she wore her hair. Sometimes she would use eyeshadow or lipstick, but usually in neutral colors. But not this time. She did believe that beauty came from within and she nurtured that quality in herself. It was easy, she had managed to charm many people in her day.

Once her coat was off, she glanced around, taking in the decoration. It was rather as though she were back home again. "I dare say your house is beautiful, though its mistress is far more beautiful." She looked back at Irene, her smile turning sultry with the comment. Before her coat could be discarded from her reach, Helena reached into one pocket and took out the Farnsworth she'd brought for Irene. It was roughly the size of a paperback book, and at the current moment looked like a tin box of some sort. "And I do come bearing a gift. But do not worry, it is not a Trojan Horse," she said with a chuckle as she stepped closer to Irene.