011. [visual] maybe surrounded by a million people i still feel all alone.
Normally, at a time like this, Helen would be in bed sleeping. Most of the Sanctuary were already in bed. That was when she took her time to rest as well. Old habits from home died hard, if they died at all. However, tonight, Helen stayed up in her office with a luke warm mug of tea in her hands. The volume on the computer was low with a faint forgotten Christmas carol playing from it.
With everyone in bed, at least that was what she believed, she had the privacy to lower her guard and the emotional walls. She was devastated when she realized that John and Henry were gone. She covered it up with the cheer of the season, not wanting others to see how upset she was because of it. It was a holiday of happiness. They didn't need their spirits dampened by the ache she had from her adopted son being stolen away. And the continual pain of having John taken away from her yet again.
The tablet was set aside so that could be seen was the fireplace. She sat with her legs crossed on the couch. Her eyes stayed on the fire as the flames danced. Helen had finally brought herself to lock up Henry's office and room so that no one else would occupy it. She had finally cleaned out the room John was staying. Helen sighed and brushed her fingers against her cheeks.
[ooc; location is helen's office for those who want to bug her there. :)]
With everyone in bed, at least that was what she believed, she had the privacy to lower her guard and the emotional walls. She was devastated when she realized that John and Henry were gone. She covered it up with the cheer of the season, not wanting others to see how upset she was because of it. It was a holiday of happiness. They didn't need their spirits dampened by the ache she had from her adopted son being stolen away. And the continual pain of having John taken away from her yet again.
The tablet was set aside so that could be seen was the fireplace. She sat with her legs crossed on the couch. Her eyes stayed on the fire as the flames danced. Helen had finally brought herself to lock up Henry's office and room so that no one else would occupy it. She had finally cleaned out the room John was staying. Helen sighed and brushed her fingers against her cheeks.
[ooc; location is helen's office for those who want to bug her there. :)]