HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry didn't move any closer when the girl reacted defensively, reaching for a knife and moving away. He opened his hands in front of himself to reveal that they were empty. She seemed to realize that he was trying to help, though; he noticed the slight shift in her body language as she lowered her weapon.
His gaze followed hers down the length of her legs and arms, trying to decipher anything more serious than a few scratches. Had she been running from something? He glanced around in the shadowy trees to see if anyone was following her.
Henry's blue eyes snapped back towards her when she asked if he'd seen someone come through before. Ah, so she's running after someone. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he wondered if she was seeing ghosts as well.
Tied around his belt was a leather-bound flask, which he slowly unfastened (realizing that she was suspicious and thus, trying not to spook her). He stepped forward and carefully extended it out towards her. "Water," it was an offering of good will that he hoped she would accept, seeing how she looked pretty beat and her voice rasped when she spoke.
"The sun will probably set in about an hour. How long have you been out here?" Concern built its way back into his expression with the raising of his brows and subtle tension that drew across his jawline, "You're the first real person I've seen out here today, the rest have been ghosts. Ludo's-" he looked around, half-expecting another ghost to pop out, "-up to his tricks again. Is the man you're talking about... is he actually alive?"
His gaze followed hers down the length of her legs and arms, trying to decipher anything more serious than a few scratches. Had she been running from something? He glanced around in the shadowy trees to see if anyone was following her.
Henry's blue eyes snapped back towards her when she asked if he'd seen someone come through before. Ah, so she's running after someone. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he wondered if she was seeing ghosts as well.
Tied around his belt was a leather-bound flask, which he slowly unfastened (realizing that she was suspicious and thus, trying not to spook her). He stepped forward and carefully extended it out towards her. "Water," it was an offering of good will that he hoped she would accept, seeing how she looked pretty beat and her voice rasped when she spoke.
"The sun will probably set in about an hour. How long have you been out here?" Concern built its way back into his expression with the raising of his brows and subtle tension that drew across his jawline, "You're the first real person I've seen out here today, the rest have been ghosts. Ludo's-" he looked around, half-expecting another ghost to pop out, "-up to his tricks again. Is the man you're talking about... is he actually alive?"
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
