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henry prob. has a collection of bones.
❝ I collect crow feathers. Maybe if I gather enough, I can fly. Fingers crossed! ❞
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henry of fire emblem; awakening !
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‘ has anyone seen a torn, purple notebook? it’s… very important to me. ’
“nothing around here!”
a short pause. “i suppose i could ask my crows if they’ve seen anything.”
Fire emblem awakening au where everything’s the same except Henry swears a lot and the swears are censored by crow noises.
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par·a·site ˈperəˌsīt/
noun
an organism that lives in or on another organism
a person who habitually relies on or exploits others and gives nothing in return
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choose a character: fe awakening edition: henry (insp) (insp)
"Hey, need a hand with that?" Without waiting for an answer, there's a palm clasping on Henry's shoulder. Or, well, more like resting limp and cold against it. It's a detached arm. You're welcome.
there’s a short pause before the mage turns his head ever so slightly, his gaze lands upon the dismembered limb resting now upon his shoulder, heavy and cold. instead of jumping back and screaming like any normal person would do, henry raises his hand and wraps his fingers around those of the rotting appendage.
“ oh, marvelous!” he’s practically beaming as he gleefully shakes it, “i’ve been looking for one of these….nea, you know me too well!”
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❝ I collect crow feathers. Maybe if I gather enough, I can fly. Fingers crossed! ❞
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henry of fire emblem; awakening !
loved by kait ☪
rise & shine everyone out there reading this ! you interested in writing with a thief experienced in the field ? the arts of trickery ? or perhaps his undying love for sugary confections ? if so, you’re reading the right post, & if not – well, you’re still reading the right post ! if you’re interested in interacting / writing with an indie gaius ( aka: your favorite shepherd ) from fire emblem: awakening, then go ahead & like or reblog this post; brownie points if you do both, & greatly appreciated ! ( side note: no brownies are guaranteed )
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halfearl:
“Everything needs a name.” He seems to find this an important rule, having even referred to the tree in his yard by her name; Cornelia. Perhaps as someone who’s so often referred to as a number, he can sympathize with the poor bird.
“Pick one out.”
everything? henry never thought about it that way. he stares at the feathered corpse in nea’s grasp for several long moments before tilting his head.
“ronald?” he muses after a moment, “though, i’m not sure if it’s a female or male. i feel checking now might be a little disrespectful.” henry forgets that those raised with some sense of family usually go about things in a more empathetic way.
halfearl:
Brilliant amber hues blink curiously at the offer, attention turning to the small corpse. He’s always held a fondness for birds, consideration in his movements as he picks up the cold little thing in his one pale hand. There’s not much he could do with it, but… He has always wondered whether or not bird bones were truly hollow. An experiment for later, perhaps.
“What was it’s name?”
“...it was nameless.”
his gaze follows the other’s hand as he raises the lifeless body up, he never had a name for the crow, just knew it was one of the elder ones who had been with henry since before the valmese war.
“would naming it now be silly?
look at how happy he is