HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
The orange door of Oliver's shop should be more welcoming to him, considering that he helped to build this place. Normally it would bring him a sense of pride and contentment, to see it still standing strong, to see their hard work pay off.
Now, however, no such feeling surfaces. The door's intimidating and Henry finds himself spending more time than he should.. hesitating, shuffling his feet, shifting his weight, mulling over how he should tell Oliver about what happened in the Hollowed Grounds. It was his old home, of course he would have a right to know. Judging from the letter, he didn't seem to have been informed yet.
Henry opens the door eventually and steps through, quiet, trying not to make himself known. He peers around, first at the shelves, then at the forge. But he pauses, with his hands in his pockets, shifting uncomfortably. "Hello? Oliver?" He forces his voice to lift, "I got your letter..." he trails off.
Now, however, no such feeling surfaces. The door's intimidating and Henry finds himself spending more time than he should.. hesitating, shuffling his feet, shifting his weight, mulling over how he should tell Oliver about what happened in the Hollowed Grounds. It was his old home, of course he would have a right to know. Judging from the letter, he didn't seem to have been informed yet.
Henry opens the door eventually and steps through, quiet, trying not to make himself known. He peers around, first at the shelves, then at the forge. But he pauses, with his hands in his pockets, shifting uncomfortably. "Hello? Oliver?" He forces his voice to lift, "I got your letter..." he trails off.
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
