HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
At a glance, Henry is everything anyone would want to be but, most people are... to an extent, of course. It is easy to admire that which you don't know. Henry often feels the same. Not that he realizes that's what's going through Aamu's head in the space between question and answer. No, what Henry's wondering, is why this man has to deliberate so hard on a question that should be fairly easy to answer. Why does it catch him off guard? He almost asks if Aamu is an Outlander, which would easily explain everything.
Only, the answer arrives - and then it changes.
Henry's brows furrow deeply in confusion and his lips purse together, words lost on a flustered breath. The wink is barely acknowledged, the playfulness prompting almost no reaction except for a skeptical flinch of Henry's eyes.
"Okayyy..." He responds, tilts his head, tries to keep up, "So... you're from Caido, though you don't remember where." He rights his head and brings a hand up to scratch his chin, gaze traveling thoughtfully, "and that doesn't concern you at all?" He lifts his eyes expectantly back up at Aamu's pale face. Then, he waves his hand dismissively, "Right, right, that'll cost me extra. Trust me, I've got resources to spare - but you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to..." He shrugs his shoulders, continuing with a more cautious tone, wondering if the Ascended would give a similar answer to his next question. "Can you at least tell me what brings you to the Grounds? Are you here to help...?" and he trails off pointedly, because there's a lot going on that Aamu could be here for - or not. "Sure could use it."
Only, the answer arrives - and then it changes.
Henry's brows furrow deeply in confusion and his lips purse together, words lost on a flustered breath. The wink is barely acknowledged, the playfulness prompting almost no reaction except for a skeptical flinch of Henry's eyes.
"Okayyy..." He responds, tilts his head, tries to keep up, "So... you're from Caido, though you don't remember where." He rights his head and brings a hand up to scratch his chin, gaze traveling thoughtfully, "and that doesn't concern you at all?" He lifts his eyes expectantly back up at Aamu's pale face. Then, he waves his hand dismissively, "Right, right, that'll cost me extra. Trust me, I've got resources to spare - but you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to..." He shrugs his shoulders, continuing with a more cautious tone, wondering if the Ascended would give a similar answer to his next question. "Can you at least tell me what brings you to the Grounds? Are you here to help...?" and he trails off pointedly, because there's a lot going on that Aamu could be here for - or not. "Sure could use it."
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
