The tide seems to be turning. Slowly, of course, as does everything with them, but the mood in the room is changing. Anger is absolutely still there, but the undercurrent of hurt and betrayal is surfacing like a whale. Breathing heavily and knocking into them with weight and power. One feeds into the other, though which one is the whale and which is the hunter remains to be seen. Who struck first and who is out for revenge?
In this case, it could be either or both. They do push each other.
Regardless, Helen rolls her eyes at Nikola's assertion. "So you were relying on me to fix yet another of your ill-advised mistakes? How mature."
Like she has room to talk right now. She is acting like a five-year-old. As the Five always has when one of them gets upset. Particularly at each other. They bicker like children and fight like teenagers. The world doesn't end, but it sure as hell might wish it were.
And as a petulant five-year-old would, Helen lets her eyes take in Nikola's hands, as though inspecting them. Then she turns her gaze, calm and cool, back to his eyes. "They look fine to me." As though she doesn't know about his healing abilities. As though he couldn't possibly have cared enough.
But that isn't the end. Things never end easily or quietly with them. She eyes him for a few seconds before abruptly adding on, "Did you search as long as I did?"
Meaning, did he search for her for as long as she searched for a way to restore his vampirism? Was he really that distressed? Or is he just being theatrical. She has a feeling she knows and she can sense that her walls are falling, despite the hurt and pain and anger still around. Too many emotions are swirling around in this room, she thinks, and too many more will join them before they hit the heart of the matter. He has hinted to it. Perhaps she will need to do slightly more than hint about how long she had searched and how she refused to be the last of the Five.
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In this case, it could be either or both. They do push each other.
Regardless, Helen rolls her eyes at Nikola's assertion. "So you were relying on me to fix yet another of your ill-advised mistakes? How mature."
Like she has room to talk right now. She is acting like a five-year-old. As the Five always has when one of them gets upset. Particularly at each other. They bicker like children and fight like teenagers. The world doesn't end, but it sure as hell might wish it were.
And as a petulant five-year-old would, Helen lets her eyes take in Nikola's hands, as though inspecting them. Then she turns her gaze, calm and cool, back to his eyes. "They look fine to me." As though she doesn't know about his healing abilities. As though he couldn't possibly have cared enough.
But that isn't the end. Things never end easily or quietly with them. She eyes him for a few seconds before abruptly adding on, "Did you search as long as I did?"
Meaning, did he search for her for as long as she searched for a way to restore his vampirism? Was he really that distressed? Or is he just being theatrical. She has a feeling she knows and she can sense that her walls are falling, despite the hurt and pain and anger still around. Too many emotions are swirling around in this room, she thinks, and too many more will join them before they hit the heart of the matter. He has hinted to it. Perhaps she will need to do slightly more than hint about how long she had searched and how she refused to be the last of the Five.