uh-oh i kinda went a yandere way with this one
if y'all wanna see this in a more vanilla manner, let me know and i can get on that
- henry's...disturbed, to say the least, of joey's new form.
- hell, he didn't want to acknowledge this as joey. he didn't even know until it felt like it was too late.
- this isn't what he remembered. joey was a jerk, but he was never this... ruthless.
- seeing this creature slaughter what henry processed as his own kind made his heart palpitate.
- was it fear? or relief, knowing that his dear boss was still alive and kicking?
- unbeknownst to henry, all joey wants is to face him.
- not in a fight or anything, but to see henry's face up close.
- to feel his warm flesh, warm breath in his presence, to smear his skin with his ink and finally mark him as his territory.
- nobody else can have him.
- nobody else can take him.
- henry is his and his alone, whether he winds up as prey or prisoner.
- if he went willingly, joey would be pleased.
- as henry gathers courage to make contact with this creature, he can't not be nervous. it's like all heat is leaving his body.
- and it washes all back over him to see this deformed, forever-grinning abomination looming above him.
- until now, henry had only acknowledged him as a failed render of their beloved creation.
- what he said though, as small as it was, let joey know loud and clear that henry could very easily be taken for his own.
- with a shaky breath, henry set whatever weapon he was carrying down into the swirling ink at his feet.
- when he casts it aside he fails to notice it being swept off by a tide, swallowed up by blackness.
- he doesn't need to defend himself with what he's doing. he's safe if he wants to be or not.
- oh, his shaky breathing. they make joey feel so, so alive.
- and what he says, it felt like he had a heart again.