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tamingthemuseTitle: Pens
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Prompt: #273 - Ink
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, I just play around with the characters for fun.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: The world was a new one for Helena and there was so much she had to discover.
The world was a new one for Helena and there was so much she had to discover. She loved all the novelty around her. It stimulated her mind and fed her curious apetite for gadgets and inventions. It was a strange new world to her eyes and yet it was oddly familiar. Nothing had change so much, it was simply more electrified, more rapid and instant than what it used to be. People were always rushing somewhere, hurrying as fast as they could to get what they wanted, where they needed to be. At first it had been a bit dyzzying for her and she had had trouble to follow, but now her mind and body had adapted to the change, to the speed of life and to electricity all around her. Though there were still novelties she was trying to understand it, trying to judge whether she liked them or not. The things she marvelled the most at was computers and the Internet. She was still dazzled by those and still needed to get fully used to them. She loved the possibilities they offered and spent countless hours trying to work her mind around them and what she could make with them. She could feel her brain fusing with new inventions and tricks, but computers and the Internet were only the very big inventions that were the more obvious and that she had discovered in the first moments of her awakening from the bronze section. There were also other countless little things that amazed her in her everyday life. Small things such as a toaster which saved in getting breakfast ready. Little inventions she had seen and heard the first developments of but never had the opportunity to see their full birth and capacity.
And at that instant she was marvelling over one small invention that was so simple and yet intrigued her greatly. She was looking intently at Myka's pen. It was a ballpoint pen. She had heard of such pens in her time. To be more accurate she had heard of experiments to create such pens but they had never really taken off or worked properly back then for her to take a real notice in them. It was marvellous what it could do. It could provide ink for writing without the need to refill it and most importantly the ink didn't need to dry on the paper. It was already sort of all dry when it came out of the little ballpoint. Helena wasn't sure she liked this kind of pen. She could see how practical it could be. There would be no major ink incident when carrying it and it would allow to faster and more careless writing habits, but it missed something of the traditional fountain pen. The point of it didn't scratch on the paper. It barely made any sound when used and Helena felt it was a loss of personality. It glided on the paper, but it didn't have the smoothness and easiness of liquid ink. Helena put down Myka's ballpoint pen and picked up her own fountain pen.
The structure was bigger, felt more solid in her hand. It felt more real too as she could see the ink come alive under her actions. She could see it descend from the point and leave a mark on the paper, she could see the paper absorb it and make it its own. At that moment she decided that she liked fountain pen better than ballpoint pen. It was more organic, more alive in a way that ballpoint pens never could be with their ink all dried up as if dead.
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Prompt: #273 - Ink
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, I just play around with the characters for fun.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: The world was a new one for Helena and there was so much she had to discover.
The world was a new one for Helena and there was so much she had to discover. She loved all the novelty around her. It stimulated her mind and fed her curious apetite for gadgets and inventions. It was a strange new world to her eyes and yet it was oddly familiar. Nothing had change so much, it was simply more electrified, more rapid and instant than what it used to be. People were always rushing somewhere, hurrying as fast as they could to get what they wanted, where they needed to be. At first it had been a bit dyzzying for her and she had had trouble to follow, but now her mind and body had adapted to the change, to the speed of life and to electricity all around her. Though there were still novelties she was trying to understand it, trying to judge whether she liked them or not. The things she marvelled the most at was computers and the Internet. She was still dazzled by those and still needed to get fully used to them. She loved the possibilities they offered and spent countless hours trying to work her mind around them and what she could make with them. She could feel her brain fusing with new inventions and tricks, but computers and the Internet were only the very big inventions that were the more obvious and that she had discovered in the first moments of her awakening from the bronze section. There were also other countless little things that amazed her in her everyday life. Small things such as a toaster which saved in getting breakfast ready. Little inventions she had seen and heard the first developments of but never had the opportunity to see their full birth and capacity.
And at that instant she was marvelling over one small invention that was so simple and yet intrigued her greatly. She was looking intently at Myka's pen. It was a ballpoint pen. She had heard of such pens in her time. To be more accurate she had heard of experiments to create such pens but they had never really taken off or worked properly back then for her to take a real notice in them. It was marvellous what it could do. It could provide ink for writing without the need to refill it and most importantly the ink didn't need to dry on the paper. It was already sort of all dry when it came out of the little ballpoint. Helena wasn't sure she liked this kind of pen. She could see how practical it could be. There would be no major ink incident when carrying it and it would allow to faster and more careless writing habits, but it missed something of the traditional fountain pen. The point of it didn't scratch on the paper. It barely made any sound when used and Helena felt it was a loss of personality. It glided on the paper, but it didn't have the smoothness and easiness of liquid ink. Helena put down Myka's ballpoint pen and picked up her own fountain pen.
The structure was bigger, felt more solid in her hand. It felt more real too as she could see the ink come alive under her actions. She could see it descend from the point and leave a mark on the paper, she could see the paper absorb it and make it its own. At that moment she decided that she liked fountain pen better than ballpoint pen. It was more organic, more alive in a way that ballpoint pens never could be with their ink all dried up as if dead.
