<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BNTIzOGEzYzQtMzVkYy00Y2JiLThmZDUtODFkODJjNmUxZGM3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyOTYwOTMwNjk@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Loose fitted, cream cotton shirt, warm grey leggings (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/dd/bc/35/ddbc35e511857f0ae8fa6fc922d58b30.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>About 8:00 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Brion and Helena’s shared room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Girlfriend materiel in the making<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion; Closed<br/><hr/><em><strong> “I ended up having to negotiate with my instructors to meet certain marks and be able to perform certain feats of skill with horse and blade, then I could spend time in the kitchen ...but eating, not cooking. It was fine to eat the food your mother or sister provided but not become a female and start cooking." </strong></em><br/><br/>Helena giggled as she took a bite of the pizza. “Ah yes, the old-world view of cooking. Funny thing is most head chefs in palaces and restaurants are males, so it’s always struck me as an odd to have such a mentality.”<br/><br/><em><strong>“It took me a while to shake those ways off even after I'd been exiled."</strong></em>Shit, was she overstepping a boundary by asking about his home? Looking at him intently, Helena realized there was so much about Brion she didn’t know about. So many trials, so many secrets. He was always so joyful, and playful, optimistic about life. Was it an act? Or did he really find someway to always see the silver lining despite the shitty hand he had been dealt by the universe?<br/><br/>She smiled as she stole a shrimp from the montersino and chewed thoughtfully, gazing at the television screen. “Yeah, it’s a fun show. Popular, funny, good humor. I think I’ve watched the entire thing like, five times and still haven’t gotten sick of it.” Helena leaned against the wall beside him with a plate of food and a pizza slice resting on top like a cherry on a sundae. She crossed her ankles, her pretty narrow feet stretched in front of her with their long, petite toes. She continued to eat as their shoulders touched and the show played in the background. “I’m sorry if I keep bringing up your family and everything. I’m realizing all I know about your past is you volunteered for your powers to sacrifice yourself and it pretty much blew up in your face. I don’t remember you mentioning a sister, but it must be so hard to be away from everyone.” She couldn’t imagine it, she really couldn’t. Her family was dead, if they were alive somewhere but unreachable she would lose her mind. Brion was clearly steadfast, much stronger than she had ever given him credit for.<br/><br/>“But we don’t have to talk about our pasts if we don’t want to. I know mine is....dark and terrible. Feel like it’s the tribulation one has to go through in order to become a savior of Justice. Maybe that’s why Batman took people like us in. He sees his past in us and hopes to bend our futures?” She took a sip of her soda as she finished what was on her plate. Once done, Helena moved to set it on the table before shifting back and lifting Brion’s left arm to dip underneath and place her head on his warm pectoral, her left arm now banded across his waist as she hugged him to her. She fit right into his nook like a little key to a locket, and snuggling in she then sighed in contentment. A few minutes passed before she spoke. “Do you regret it?” She asked softly before elaborating exactly what she was asking him. “Do you regret being given your powers?”