HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
He just wants it all to end. At least they have that in common. Well, to an extent. He also wants something new to begin and that hope, that optimism blooms inside of him like a stubborn, tantalizingly beautiful flower. He finds her ferocity to be a strength, a fire that cannot be contained but must be matched so that it might see its full potential. He's only sorry that he can't quite manage to be that for her, to be the one that makes things alright. It seems that that's up to her. Still, he will try to be supportive - until he can't.
Even if practicing with knives draws a startled breath from him. He takes the hilt in his strong fingers, noting how small yet deadly it was. It's then that a smile parts the serious look on his face, because he can't help but think she and these knives have that in common. "Okay, first blood it is..." he nods, looking up from the knife. And he looks expectantly, waiting for her name.
"Mabel?" He's already begun the game, because her flame has faded in the shadow of his cool demeanor, and he's not too nice to fan it. "That's cute. I thought you'd have a way tougher name," he teases, snapping the knife open.
Only, he doesn't press forth to attack. He decides to make her work for it, figuring that she will be faster than him. Well, you know, given her Ascended speed. "Catch me if you can, May bell!" He calls over his shoulder with a wicked grin of his own, He slips around stone pillars of nearby buildings, intending to use them to his advantage and give her an obstacle.
Even if practicing with knives draws a startled breath from him. He takes the hilt in his strong fingers, noting how small yet deadly it was. It's then that a smile parts the serious look on his face, because he can't help but think she and these knives have that in common. "Okay, first blood it is..." he nods, looking up from the knife. And he looks expectantly, waiting for her name.
"Mabel?" He's already begun the game, because her flame has faded in the shadow of his cool demeanor, and he's not too nice to fan it. "That's cute. I thought you'd have a way tougher name," he teases, snapping the knife open.
Only, he doesn't press forth to attack. He decides to make her work for it, figuring that she will be faster than him. Well, you know, given her Ascended speed. "Catch me if you can, May bell!" He calls over his shoulder with a wicked grin of his own, He slips around stone pillars of nearby buildings, intending to use them to his advantage and give her an obstacle.
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
