May

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I'm alive, I swear.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I tried not to be too obvious haha But I guess it wasn't that hard.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Okay, guess I'll give it a while.

Helena once broke her hand punching a guy in the face.

Helena is allergic to wool.

Helena has killed a man and eaten his heart, after cooking it of course.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Lucius Cypher Oh you would be surprised what can happen ;D

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Demonic Angel

Jeez it's like you want Helena to take in a new lover...

@Lucius Cypher

I doubt anyone is that eager to get burned

@Lucius Cypher Ummm... Sorry but threesomes are a crowd :P

@Demonic Angel

Helena doesn't think so, she just thinks they're more fun. ;D

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆

She hadn’t even registered the temperature of Lyn’s hand. It hadn't felt unnaturally cold, but she'd been distracted by the texture too. Keri on the other hand though hardly felt like she should be moving. Or at least shouldn't be moving if she was human. And it seemed like not a lot of people here were. “I run a little hotter than most anyways,” She shrugged, laughing. “I don't always realize it either. It's the problem with fire. I've singed a lover or two.” She'd done more than that to a few others, but she didn't think they'd like to hear that she'd burnt a man's arm so bad that almost four years later the shape of her hand was still burned into his flesh.

She looked at Annabeth, thinking that her offer to make it for the girl instead of helping her make it had some other motive behind it than just making something good for whoever she wanted to take it too. But she couldn't pin point what exactly that was. “Maybe we can work on something a little easier first,” Helena offered to Lyn. She didn't want to risk causing drama just now. Not when she was finally making friends.

“I can definitely help with that,” Helena said when Lyn asked for help with the mulberries. “There are some advantages to being small. And already covered in juice.” She pulled out a ribbon and started tying her hair back into a ponytail behind her head. It would help with the mess that it was anyways.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I'm working on a reply, but I'm still getting over being sick so it's a little slow going. Hopefully have it done by the end of the day.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Demonic Angel I do try ;)

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Stupid docs app cutting off paragraphs I'd written. Glad I looked at it again.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆

Helena smiled, looking a little surprised that they'd remembered her name properly. It did happen, on occasion. But it was often the other way and people forgot. She nodded to each of them, watching them interact with their friend. Who Helena was still having a hard time grasping just everything about her. She was a little jumpy too, it seemed, but from what she'd heard about what had happened, it made sense.

“It wasn’t anything, really,” she laughed waving off their thanks. “Couldn't just do nothing.” And she really couldn't. It just wasn't in her nature to stand by and do nothing, especially while people were obviously in need of help. If things had looked more under control when she'd gotten there she might not have charged in so quickly. But she probably still would have.

“Besides, not like I was unrewarded for it,” Helena chuckled, pulling up her tattooed and bandaged arm, flashing her ring at them for just a second, the yellow stone catching in the light for a blink. “So it wasn't all bad for me. Even if there was a little blood.”

She listened to Lyn talk about learning to cook and she laughed softly. “You don't know how to cook?” That was something she couldn't remember a time not knowing how to do. She just assumed that was something you were taught very young. “I can make pastries. They're not that hard.”

She took Keri's hand, sucking in a soft breath at the temperature of her hand. And this time, instead of holding her tongue like she'd done with Lyn, she opened her mouth without thinking much. "Fuck, you're cold."