Helena Wells has "disappeared" with the Astrolabe (ismellapples) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-08-04 17:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | helena g. wells |
Who: Helena and open to Claudia, Myka and/or Pete if they want in? Otherwise it works as a narrative as well
What: Someone's maternal instincts are coming back. And it is the beginning of something new.
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Helena's house
Warnings: Pretty low
The recent breathing room she'd gotten after the whole Moriarty thing and then Paris had been sorely needed. Helena needed the time to focus on herself, to begin the search for all the broken pieces of herself and put herself back together. It also helped her to bond more strongly with Emily. It wasn't so awkward any longer to have the child around. In fact, it was rather becoming natural to her again. Now not having to spend her time fearing for her life, Helena was able to spend it more completely with Emily giving her attention to her new daughter. No longer was it strange to think of Emily as that. It came naturally to her, and it was yet another sign that her maternal side was getting stronger.
Which was a positive sign, right?
Emily had just woken up from a nap, and Helena had changed her diaper and changed her clothes. Once she'd finished getting Emily into the clean clothes, she smiled and picked the nearly ten month old girl up, holding her to her chest.
"There, now aren't you a cute little girl?" Helena said, garnering a bit of babble and a smile from Emily. Leaning in, Helena gently rubbed her nose against Emily's, inciting a laugh from the girl. "I bet you are hungry. So why don't we go get you some food, hm?" Turning, Helena carried Emily out of the room that used to be Christina's and made her way downstairs and to the kitchen. She shifted Emily onto her hip, one arm around her and keeping her safely tucked against her, Helena went about grabbing some food for Emily to eat. "Would you like some Cheerios this afternoon?" Her question was met with a tug to her hair and Helena looked at the girl who gazed back at her with big brown eyes. "Is that a yes?" There was a babble in response and Helena smiled. "Cheerios it is." She pulled the cereal box out, then opened a cupboard and pulled out a bowl, setting it on the counter beside the cereal box. She then poured some of the Cheerios into the bowl before expertly closing the box and sliding it aside. "Now I bet you would like something to drink, wouldn't you?" Moving to grab a bottle, Helena went about making some formula for Emily.
Emily was perfectly content to just sit there in Helena's embrace all day. Well, and play with her hair, which mostly meant tugging on it from time to time. It was, after all, an excellent way to get the woman's attention quickly. And how could she resist when Helena's hair was long and always within reach? At any rate, Emily was perfectly content currently. She had all the attention she could want, and not just from Helena. Myka and Claudia where around to help, and that new guy that Emily was still trying to figure out. But Emily always called for Helena first as she was the mother, the provider, the protector. Even at almost ten months, Emily knew who her mother was, and was thankful for the current amount of time she was able to spend with her.
Somehow managing to carry Emily, the bowl of cereal and the bottle, Helena made her way into the dining room where she set the bottle and bowl down on the table before she put Emily in her high chair. She set the bottle and the bowl on the tray of the high chair then sat down in a chair near the girl. Flipping her hair out of her face, Helena watched as Emily busied herself with chasing the Cheerios around, a gentle smile on her lips. She was so beyond tired from an emotional and mental standpoint, yet she didn't always feel that way, especially when Emily was around her. Despite the initial shock of having woken up and having a baby, Helena had truly come to care for the girl and now more than ever she was determined to give Emily the life she'd never had. It had been a life granted her only because of Helena's own destructive path and the Regents using the Janus Coin on her. But this way, both of them could live.
Live. She could live. But what did living mean? Helena was still sort of flabbergasted about being alive. After all, between having been Bronzed for one hundred and ten years, then being a hologram and then meeting your end in a fiery explosion, it would take time to find out what it was to live instead of merely exist. Yes, she was better about it now than she had been upon first arriving here. After all, she was long past the point of needing to touch someone just to reinforce that she wasn't a hologram. But mentally, she was still hung up on the issue of her death and being alive here and having nearly been killed again by Moriarty. Not for the first time, she was thankful to Myka for saving her. Helena really would take the shoulder wound over one to her head. Still, there some nights when that scenario haunted her dreams, changing just slightly. Especially after that shooting that had happened in Colorado. But things were slowly turning around. Perhaps Helena actually could do this. Perhaps she could again be the woman she once had been. She had friends, people who cared about her enough to help her through this. The Victorian woman could not properly express to those around her just how much they meant to her. She had been alone for far too long, and it was still strange to her to let others help her, but right now, she needed the help. She needed their strength to help carry her forward until she herself was strong enough to get through it on her own two feet.
At least now she could look at Emily and not constantly see Christina, not accidentally call her Christina. Helena had gotten past that point even before having packed Christina's things away to make room for Emily's. Some days it was still incredibly difficult for Helena to be with Emily, but she was there despite the pain, despite knowing why Emily even existed right now. Helena loved the little girl, and the way she acted around the baby was proof enough that the Victorian woman had a heart with so much love to give, something that she herself didn't even fully realize yet. Helena was still too busy looking through the eyes of a mother while trying to heal herself at the same time.
Emily's babble shook Helena out of her thoughts and Helena blinked a bit and saw how the Cheerios were scattered across the tray and on the floor. Helena couldn't help but grin and laugh as she bent to pick up the discarded food items. Though there was a distinct difference in the way she smiled now. It was genuine, one that was fueled by her heart. As a result, it lit up her entire face, making her mahogany eyes sparkle. Whether she realized it or not, Helena was changing. And so far, it was for the better.