ʜᴇʟᴇɴ ᴍᴀɢɴᴜs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
longaevus) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
sirenspull_logs2012-01-29 02:31 am
longaevus) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-01-29 02:31 am
Entry tags:
taken with some
Who: Helen Magnus & Pino (+ open to Nana & Raul Creed)
When: January 21
Where: Raul Creed's apartment
Summary: Bonding and art
Warnings: Cuteness
Helen had been up for several hours. Actually she hadn't slept, a fact that no longer bothered her as much as it used to. The spare room that had been given to her was as yet untouched, the couch holding her for now (it was far easier than moving to the other room). She'd been slowly sketching in that time, something that Helen had started after the snow globes had appeared. It was something personal, something important to her given that she had nothing from home - she didn't need it for the memories but to be able to look at something? Or to show someone it if need be? That was what she wanted.
Helen checked her cup of tea, taking a sip from it (it was starting to cool). She'd been working on a sketch of the Sanctuary, an arial view of it. Helen wasn't quite certain what she wanted with it, or what really she was doing but drawing this? It was relaxing for her, and a little enjoyable; she could see why she'd been an artist in her 'alternate' life.
When: January 21
Where: Raul Creed's apartment
Summary: Bonding and art
Warnings: Cuteness
Helen had been up for several hours. Actually she hadn't slept, a fact that no longer bothered her as much as it used to. The spare room that had been given to her was as yet untouched, the couch holding her for now (it was far easier than moving to the other room). She'd been slowly sketching in that time, something that Helen had started after the snow globes had appeared. It was something personal, something important to her given that she had nothing from home - she didn't need it for the memories but to be able to look at something? Or to show someone it if need be? That was what she wanted.
Helen checked her cup of tea, taking a sip from it (it was starting to cool). She'd been working on a sketch of the Sanctuary, an arial view of it. Helen wasn't quite certain what she wanted with it, or what really she was doing but drawing this? It was relaxing for her, and a little enjoyable; she could see why she'd been an artist in her 'alternate' life.