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helen magnus,
pino

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.

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Snow is pretty much the best and coolest thing ever. Last year Pino had had a blast with Vincent in the snow, and this year she and Nana had enjoyed it as it had first begun to fall too! But it...acquired. Quickly. Too quickly to be able to fully enjoy it. Plus, watching it fall could be just as fun!

When watching from her own window has become too boring, she ventures out into the rest of the apartment to get a look at the pure white city from another viewpoint. But seeing Helen out on the couch in the living room makes her pause a moment. It would be rude to rush into the room when Papa's friend was sitting there alone, right?

...Well, maybe if she announces herself first it would be okay.

"Helen?" she calls from the doorway.

Helen hadn't paid all too much attention to the snow - she'd seen a lot of it in her long life and as wondrous as it was, as much as she enjoyed seeing the girls enjoy it she'd kept aside. It was when the snow had come heavy that Helen had been really thankful that Raul had offered to let her stay - the clinic was only warm for some time.

She hadn't expected anyone else to be up yet, not quite so soon so hearing Pino's voice (she'd heard the footsteps too) surprised her slightly, but it was a pleasant surprise. Putting down her pencil Helen lowered her book down to her lap, turning her head to look over at Pino.

"Good morning." Helen gave her a smile, turning herself a little to see her easier.

Well, that's all the reassurance she needs. Smiling wide, she hops into the room and then half-runs over to where Helen is sitting, hands reaching up to grab the arm of the couch so that she can peek over the side of it.

"'Morning! You're up really early today."

"As are you." Helen knew that Pino didn't require sleep, simply a recharge but she wasn't aware as to how long it took for that.

"Have you been up long?" Helen slid her leg slowly from the couch, doing so carefully enough to not aggravate her knee, allowing Pino to sit in the space with her if she chose.

She doesn't move from her spot right away, looking all too comfortable and happy to be leaning against the couch.

"Mm, not really. I don't take much time to charge," she replies, offhandedly. "What're you doing?"

The space at least will remain for her should Pino decide to change her mind, and with what Helen is saying next she has a small feeling that the young girl will do so.

"I was drawing." And Pino was the first one that had seen, and possibly knew, that she was doing so - she wasn't trying to keep it secret but it was something that was a little more private to her, until asked.

"You were?"

She perks up, standing at perfect posture with her hands still attached to the couch as she tilts her head curiously towards the woman.

"What were you drawing?"

Helen gives a small nod, reopening her book and finding the page that she'd been working on before turning it around to show her.

"My home, or part of it at least."

"Whooooa," she replies, sounding extremely impressed.

"That's so cool, Helen! You should draw more of your home! I wanna see more!"

"I will in time." It took a lot of concentration, and she'd never drawn with anyone watching before. Plus the Sanctuary was large and even scaled down there was still a lot of detail that she wanted to add.

"What about you?" She knew that Pino loved drawing. "What have you drawn lately?"

She rocks back and forth on her bare feet, humming thoughtfully as she considers it. Though she wants to press the issue, it's probably better to simply accept that there will be future drawings (yay!) and answer the question.

"I drew something for Papa...but I probably won't give it to him," she answers with a small shrug. "I draw lots of stuff for him that I never give him."

She has more in the book that she may show you later, Pino.

"Why not?" She couldn't believe that Raul wouldn't want to see what she'd drawn, but either way it made her curious as to what Pino had drawn.

"May I see?"

She shrugs at the question, as though she's not quite sure herself.

"He's really busy and has to think about work all the time, so I don't want to distract him too much."

But she smiles at the request and nods her head. "Mmhmm! It's in my bedroom! Do you want me to get it for you?"

"You wouldn't be." Even if a child did disturb something their parent was doing they never truly minded - it was a welcome distraction, and one that you should always have time for.

"Please." Helen closes her book again, slipping it between herself and the couch as she waits.

She shrugs again, but looks a little more despondent about it this time. She could draw things for Papa every day if he wanted, play whatever song he wanted on the piano, but he was always so busy; she doesn't want to take up his time when so much of what happens in this strange world falls on his shoulders.

Mmhmm! Just a sec, 'kay?" she chirps as she rushes from the room and runs back to her bedroom at full speed. She returns a moment later with a standard notebook sized page of formerly-white paper, the entirety of it now covered with a childish but horribly detailed dragon towering over a city. The sky is filled with stars and a crescent moon, but the dragon doesn't appear to be threatening it. If anything, the arms and tail curl around the building protectively.

She's also clearly used almost every color in the crayon box to make it.

Helen gives a small nod, watching the young girl go and come back. When she returns Helen takes the paper from her, looking at it for a moment before smiling. It was fantastic; all of the detail, the effort in it? She looks up after a couple of minutes, looking at Pino.

"It's beautiful." She couldn't imagine how long Pino had spent on it but it would have been worth it.

She clasps her hands in front of herself politely and smiles wide. The picture itself is actually a metaphor for her papa; someone as strong as the mythological creature who has the potential for such destructive power, but also someone who is fearless against things like the darkness, no matter how fragile he might really be.

Not that she knows exactly how to explain it with words. That's why pictures are so much easier to create.

"Thank you very much! Do you think he'd like to see it too?"

"I think that he would." Helen gave a small nod, handing the picture back to her. "To see something wonderful that you've made? He would." And Pino was a very talented girl.

"Do you have any others?" Helen knew that she did given that Pino said that there was a lot that she'd drawn but she'd rather ask first.

She takes it in both hands and stares down at it, curiously. Maybe Papa would like to see it...but wouldn't it be better to let him relax when he comes home and spend time with Helen instead? Hm. Maybe she can let Helen show it to him. Then they'd have something fun to talk about so he didn't end up talking about work.

"No, I gave the rest of them to the wind," she replies without elaborating on what she means, eyes still on the drawing.

"That's a shame." She'd have liked to have seen them but perhaps another time after Pino's drawn something new.

If Pino did choose to give it to her she'd gladly show it to Raul. As for him spending time with her when he came home? He had time for Pino too.

"But I'll bet he'd rather see what you've drawn, Helen."

He's taken a liking to her, after all. That much has been obvious to Pino, even if she hasn't thought to comment on it to either of them in the last few months.

"Oh?" That amused her a little. She doubted that Raul knew of her drawing, she'd never mentioned it to him before nor had started drawing until recently.

"Perhaps he would." But she also doubted that she'd show him.

"I'm sure he would! He really likes art and music."

She perks up a little more.

"Hey, do you know how to play any instruments?"

Helen had learned that from speaking with Raul but hearing the young girl speak of it also, and her excitement? It was lovely to hear.

"I don't, I'm afraid." Oh her father had tried, had had someone try to teach her but it hadn't been in Helen's interests - she liked music certainly but listening to it more than playing it herself. As she'd gotten older occassionally she wished that she'd tried a little more, but it was now simply another of those missed opportunities.

"I enjoy listening to others place, though."

"Papa is really good. You should ask him to play for you someday!"

Her Papa had taught her everything that she knew, after all. And there was always something about his presence that made the music even more interesting to listen to. Like everything else, he commanded his own attention over it.

"Or maybe he could teach you. That would be fun too, right? Then all three of us could play together."

"Perhaps." Helen doubted that - she wouldn't ask him for one, still simply prefering to listen rather than wish to learn herself (especially after all this time.

"I wouldn't be opposed to hearing you play, however." She didn't necessarily mean now but one time. She was curious as to what the girl knew, and how well she could play.

"Mmmm."

She rocks back and forth on her toes.

"I can play something if you want, but I'm not as good as Papa."

Helen gave a nod. "I'd like that."

She would have explained that it wasn't about being as good as someone, that it was being the best that you could be, and having confidence in your abilities but she stopped herself - she'd rather have a pleasant time with the girl than turn it into a disccusion (not that that couldn't be pleasant).

"Do you have anything specific that you enjoy playing?"

"Mozart!" she answers, happily and easily. Of all the scores that her Papa has brought home for her, the compositions by Mozart seem to be closest to what she'd play for him at home. The songs that he always seemed to enjoy listening to the most.

"His pieces are rather lovely." Helen gave a nod, and a reminiscent smile at that. It had been a while since she'd heard a piece, particularly of someone actually playing it.

"Would you mind playing one?"

Even though she'd rather tell her to wait for her Papa to get home and let him play (he's better, and anything that he can do to impress her is probably a good thing!) she stands up and salutes Helen playfully before turning to walk towards the piano.

"I'd love to play one! I only know a couple so far, though. Papa won't let me learn all of them at once."

He wants her to be as much like a 'child' as possible.

Ah, but that is where Pino is missing it: she wants her to play, and she's not looking to be impressed but to simply hear her play. Now that Pino's with her she's wanting to get to know her a little better.

"It gives you a chance to enjoy the ones that you know before learning more." And so that there was still plenty more for her to learn later.

"Mm. I guess so."

It makes her happy, though. Her Papa treats her like a person rather than a machine; a companion with emotions rather than a puppet created for the illusion of a standard family unit. As much as she'd like to learn everything in the way that other AutoReivs back home did, this made Papa happy, and that in turn makes her happy.

"Is there one that you want to hear me play? Or just any of them?" she asks, gesturing to the sheet music piled on top of the piano as she settles onto the bench.

"Anything that you'd like." She gave her another smile, slowly standing, letting her weight rest on her knee before walking (read: hobbling) over to Pino, joining her at the piano to watch her play.

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