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priv. / sel. henry penned by jean

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        “ what the fuck. “

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❝Oh darling, you read my mind! As a matter of fact…I do have someone in mind. A little white-haired tactician needs to be taught a lesson. Won’t you hex Wren for me, love?❞

Aversa grinned ever so pleasantly to the demented mage. Despite her request being full of malice intent, she hoped Henry would comply nevertheless. The dark sorceress tilted her head now, playing with a few strands of her hair with a finger.

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        “ hmm... “

ah, but he’s a habit of being so horribly compliant to orders. there are few suggestions henry will heed from the sheer force of impulse ─ and he wouldn’t put it past aversa to know this about him. he’s ever open with it; e’er open with anything which comes to his mind. ‘pon his lips does a line of thought curl as he tilts his head back to follow it. 

        “ oh, i know a good one!      ‘course i don’t wanna kill her or anything,      ‘cause wren’s been pretty okay to me. but      i’ve got one that’ll turn her into a toad.      for a couple of days. “

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                  “… Why…??”

        “ it livens things up around here.      it sort of does, don’t you think? “

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hejei:

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eyes shifted to henry. anubis was rummaging through henry’s things; what little there was of it… or was it a lot? it was hard to separate the personal items to meaningless limbs. he shut the tome he was looking through closed. 

“hiya, henry,” he chirped, a dark smile on his face. “tell me, did you make any of these tomes? i’m curious,”

henry expect very little out of the shepherds. suspicions, sure ─ a plegian mage such as he would surely have many... altercations, of sorts. misunderstandings and miscommunications. it happens when one defects from their army to join the opposing side on a wild whim; henry was anything but bothered by it. 

        “ nope, sure didn’t. i don’t write down      any of the spells i come up with ‘cause i      usually discard some of them. “

his is an expression rare ‘pon such otherwise enlightened features. yes, granted that henry wore no such displeasure for those who disregarded his efforts in favour of the bad blood between ylisse & plegia ─ e’er present would be the curls of delight in spite of his clear plegian descent & previous loyalty to, regardless. yet, here he stood now, with a definite crinkle to his brow. lips may habitually rest with a thin curve pulling at corners, but ‘pon his face does it look like henry is attempting to remain more civil than anything.

                        ( he suddenly realises he doesn’t like it.                he doesn’t like something entirely of his own accord                                        & of his own feelings.        even something so... silly as another sifting through his things. )

        “ so whatchya looking for?       ‘cause i definitely wouldn’t be sticking my      hands into other people’s bags unless you      want your hand to get taken off. “

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did you just call me a bird fucker did the mother fucker with the oedipus complex from the future seriously just call me a bird fucker,

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        “ why drink your problems away when you      can drink the blood of your enemies’ families.      or take the hearts of your enemies and put them      on display for their families.      or both! “

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xshadow-giftx:

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❝Mwah!~❞

This was the sound that was made when Aversa placed a kiss onto Henry’s forehead. She always thought of the dark mage as goofy, bizarre, yet abiding. This means he is alright in her book. 

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painted lips are pressed ‘pon his brow & all henry does is bring forward that (albeit, oft off putting) endearingly bright smile of his. slender fingers knit together as he takes but a step back to regard her fully.

        “ so, hey, hey. aversa. if you need me to,      i can curse people. y’know. sort of my specialty.      plus it gets kind of boring waiting for a fight. “

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“She is wanting to get into the pants of another me! That is incest and highly frowned upon, Henry!”

        “ and yet, you can get s-support with me. “

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holy crows.

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tactiically:

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CACKLES FROM THE DISTANCE

                    “ naga damn it, henry! “

        “ i’m sorry, wren. i’ve just been trying to      lighten things up around here since i know      all the dying’s been bringing everyone down.”

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“You are a blessing. Come here so I can give you a little kiss.~”

        “ haha, nah! i’m just telling it how i see it! “

well, regardless of what he thinks, henry does as he’s told and immediately makes a bee line for aversa. 

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        “ mmm. i think aversa’s neat.      dunno what you’re going on about, wren. “

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its raining confetti... how interesting. he’ll just scoop some of that up and keep it. for reasons.

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        “ yeah, tharja. come on. we all gotta cope with      all our friends dropping like flies out there! let wren      and robin bicker like kids. “

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tactiically:

     it takes very little time for robin’s face to falter. the excitement slips from her face and is replaced by concern, furrowed brows and the downward curvature of the corners of her lips a clear indication that she’s frankly terrified of opening his gift. regardless of his offered placating, she leans her head as far back as possible as her fingers move to slip open the box. 

     what greets honeyed eyes is enough to almost make her drop the (bloody) box right onto the damned ground. 

     naga above, he’s opted to gift upon her a human heart! okay. okay. she can do this. 

          step one: act cool                step two: don’t let it show that the gift has rattled her. 

                    “ o-oh. “

                                        fail step two.

                    “ this is… naga help me,                     this is very uh… “

     her gaze flickers from the heart in the box to henry’s ever smiling face and she finds she doesn’t have the gall to tell him this isn’t an appropriate gift.

                    “ this is very thoughtful,                     henry. thank you. “

some things are better left without explanation, and with henry, some of those things were most of the things about him. yet how in the gods’ names he got his miserable little hands on a human heart is one of those rare few questions that needed an answer. but its not what he offers, nor does the next string of words which falls past untrained lips do anything more to reassure the tactician that all is well.

        “ haha, you don’t have to worry, robin!      its not mine. and i just didn’t have the  heart      to kill someone for it, either. they were already      dead when i got to it. “

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' You know, there is a small wooden bird in the nearby shop-- Wooden-tit be a cute item to have? '

there’s a short snort of amusement which leaves his wiry frame. he’s a sucker for poor jokes, and this would be no exception by any means.

        “ are we making bird jokes now?      toucan  play this game. “