Dreamin's All I Seem Inclined To Do

"Picture a handsome, heroically charismatic-- plain spoken, know nothing, skirt-chasing, cocky little son of a-  So, he's a flirt! A complete ego-maniac. The fact is he's also the face of the strike!"   Henry Webber 17 Rather fond of a pretty gal --- APH Newspaper/ Jack Kelly Dependent RP blog for Disneytalia

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Dinner For Two

[faceof-thestrike]

“That too.” Henry agreed, tugging her hair right back.

“I sure try.” He retorted, gently lifting the brim up, to see her face. “That’s sad? How often you supposed to wash a hat, Marianne?” He gaped. “And well, I do prefer the other one. ’S got more memories with it, than this dumb thing. A little happier to wear. But, this was the closest thing to the door when I left I the mornin’.”

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“I was saying that your leaving the other hat was sad you fool.” She laughed, poking his chest lightly with a soft giggle. She took the hat off then, putting it back on his head as she looked up at him. “Well, maybe you’ll get it back one day.” 

Leaning up, she kissed his cheek softly before pulling away from him entirely, feeling a little bit colder from it. “Dessert?” 

[faceof-thestrike]

"Shucks, well, maybe it'll just pop up one day, like I do." He joked, taking a lazy step backwards, and shoving his hands in his pockets as they separated.

"Dessert? Is that a question? Because my answer is yes ma'am!" Henry beamed, waltzing towards the refrigerator. "This thing get bigger since I left? What kinda dessert you got hiding inside?"

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Dinner For Two

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry visibly relaxed, as she did so, grinning a little. “Damn, a sign I’m gettin’ old or something, but that feels better than before.” He laughed.

He gave a fake gasp, nudging her shoulder a little. “It ain’t filthy! I washed it at least once the last year!” He playfully brought the brim down over her eyes. “And actually, that’s my spare, the real deal’s back–” He paused for a moment, almost saying ‘home’, “In New York. I finally got enough money to buy me a second one.”

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She smiled some, her eyes rolling. “Or it’s just been a while.” She laughed, giving his hair a very light tug. 

She frowned at the nudge, giving him a fake little glare at that. “You’re funny.” She deadpanned, grinning some when the hat was pulled down. “That’s sad. I’m glad you’ve gotten a better one.” She laughed, pushing it down farther on h her head. 

[faceof-thestrike]

"That too." Henry agreed, tugging her hair right back.

"I sure try." He retorted, gently lifting the brim up, to see her face. "That's sad? How often you supposed to wash a hat, Marianne?" He gaped. "And well, I do prefer the other one. 'S got more memories with it, than this dumb thing. A little happier to wear. But, this was the closest thing to the door when I left I the mornin'."

[faceof-thestrike]

[ouch ok he can hear you he’s in the same room]

You got legs, dontcha?

[thehippestkingintheworld]

[he didn’t realize anyone was actually with him] […but it’s just that guy, so sucks for him]

Nope. I do not have any legs. that is why i am in this chair.

[faceof-thestrike]

[he was over on the other side reading] [and just watching this guy play this game because dank is he into it or what ?]

[eye roll]

Mhmm. What'm I supposed to do when Inget this water? Dump it right over you and pull you away from that screen?

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Dinner For Two

[faceof-thestrike]

“You like this?” He repeated, a smile growing on his face. “I like this.” He decided, squeezing her waist gently. He still regretted leaving, like nothing else. But if he hadn’t left, he wouldn’t be enjoying this moment here now.

Henry playfully plucked his hat off, and plopped it on her head, just like old times. “I missed this.” He grinned.

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She nodded, her cheeks warm when he squeezed her. She sighed softly, her hand moving to rub small circles on the back of his shoulders. She let out a long and slow breath, her eyes opening some just so she could peek up at him. 

“I have too.” She agreed, smiling a little when he put his hat on her head. “You still have this filthy thing.” 

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry visibly relaxed, as she did so, grinning a little. "Damn, a sign I'm gettin' old or something, but that feels better than before." He laughed.

He gave a fake gasp, nudging her shoulder a little. "It ain't filthy! I washed it at least once the last year!" He playfully brought the brim down over her eyes. "And actually, that's my spare, the real deal's back–" He paused for a moment, almost saying 'home', "In New York. I finally got enough money to buy me a second one."

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Dinner For Two

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry started, standing still for a moment when she wrapped his arms around him. He hadn’t expected this at all, but it sure was nice.

Henry wrapped his arms around her, the position all to familiar. It was like he’d never left. “Comfy?” He questioned, all but closing his eyes.

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She was about to pull away when he went still, her cheeks flushing some. But then his arms wer around her and it was…okay. It was nice really. “Mmmhm.” She nodded, her eyes closing as well as she held onto him, listening to his heartbeat. 

Slowly, she lifted her hand into his hair, playing with the soft strands at the bottom of his neck. “I like this.” 

[faceof-thestrike]

"You like this?" He repeated, a smile growing on his face. "I like this." He decided, squeezing her waist gently. He still regretted leaving, like nothing else. But if he hadn't left, he wouldn't be enjoying this moment here now.

Henry playfully plucked his hat off, and plopped it on her head, just like old times. "I missed this." He grinned.

[thehippestkingintheworld]

[sitting in front of a TV playing a game] [yells without looking up] Anyone mind grabbing me some water?

[faceof-thestrike]

[ouch ok he can hear you he's in the same room]

You got legs, dontcha?

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Dinner For Two

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry could only imagine. He hadn’t meant to cause this. “I get it.” He nodded, setting his mostly clean dish down, and wiping his hands on his trousers.

“Really– I mean, I guess I expected a lot all at once, huh?” The corner of his lips tugged up. “I’m real sorry, you gotta be tired of hearin’ it, but I am.”

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Marianne swallowed the lump in her throat, nodding her head some as she finished up the dishes quickly compared to her eearlier slow pace. 

“It’s okay.” She smiled shakily at him, her fingers pu shing through her bangs a little before she wrapped her arms around his waist, her head fitting under his hchin comfortably. “Thank you.” 

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry started, standing still for a moment when she wrapped his arms around him. He hadn't expected this at all, but it sure was nice.

Henry wrapped his arms around her, the position all to familiar. It was like he'd never left. "Comfy?" He questioned, all but closing his eyes.

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Dinner For Two

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry was a bit taken aback by her sudden reaction, and stood up quickly, following her to the sink. “No— I get it!” He assured quickly, nearly placing a hand on her shoulder, but thinking better of it. “I’ve been gone for ten some years, I get that.” He seemed at a loss for words. “But, you gotta believe me, trust me, something!”

“I just, I ain’t gonna do it again, Marianne.” He vowed, working gently with her to clean the dishes they had used.

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She went a little stiff when he followed, her, her eyes locking onto a particular dish and not moving. “I want to henry. I’m just….scared to.” She confessed, her brows furrowing slightly. “The way it felt when you left……I couldn’t do that again.” 

She let out a slow breath, moving the dish rag in slow circles on a plate. “I don’t know Henry…it’s just a lot at once you know?” 

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry could only imagine. He hadn't meant to cause this. "I get it." He nodded, setting his mostly clean dish down, and wiping his hands on his trousers.

"Really– I mean, I guess I expected a lot all at once, huh?" The corner of his lips tugged up. "I'm real sorry, you gotta be tired of hearin' it, but I am."

[faceof-thestrike]

“Right place for what, exactly? Confusion? Then you got it buddy.”

[felicespaesedellemeraviglie-dea]

“No, to solve my confusion!” He giggles.

[faceof-thestrike]

“Solve the confusion? Damn, well, you might wanna turn around.” Henry shook his head. “This place ain’t gonna do much else beside confuse you.

[felicespaesedellemeraviglie-dea]

“I didn’t come all this way for nothing!”

[faceof-thestrike]

"Well—" Henry drew the vowel out. "What did you come all this way for?"

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[faceof-thestrike]

“Right place for what, exactly? Confusion? Then you got it buddy.”

[felicespaesedellemeraviglie-dea]

“No, to solve my confusion!” He giggles.

[faceof-thestrike]

"Solve the confusion? Damn, well, you might wanna turn around." Henry shook his head. "This place ain't gonna do much else beside confuse you."

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Dinner For Two

[faceof-thestrike]

“C'mon, Marianne, how long are we gonna be sore ‘bout this?” He raised a brow, not meaning it to sound as blunt as it did. “I mean, it’s been a long time, but things ain’t never gonna get better if we don’t keep moving on.”

“Well, good for them.” Henry agreed, not meeting her eyes. He should have something to say here— something to fill the silence, but nothing seemed to come to mind.

At least nothing that wouldn’t put him in a worst position than he seemed to be in.

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Her eyes snapped up to his, going wide and a little hurt as she pushed her chair back. “You expect me to move on so quickly? Just because you’re back?” She asked softly, her head shaking. “I want to move on. That’s why I asked you to dinner. But you can understand my unease Henry. At least I really hope you can. Otherwise this was a big mistake.” She stood then, clearing her plate to put it in the sink. 

“Oui. Very good for them.” She mumbled, looking away when she started to clean the dishes. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, the sound of the running water and her heart pounding the only thing she could hear. 

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry was a bit taken aback by her sudden reaction, and stood up quickly, following her to the sink. "No— I get it!" He assured quickly, nearly placing a hand on her shoulder, but thinking better of it. "I've been gone for ten some years, I get that." He seemed at a loss for words. "But, you gotta believe me, trust me, something!"

"I just, I ain't gonna do it again, Marianne." He vowed, working gently with her to clean the dishes they had used.

[felicespaesedellemeraviglie-dea]

“This is the right place, si?”

[faceof-thestrike]

"Right place for what, exactly? Confusion? Then you got it buddy."

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Favourite characters: Jack Kelly

David Jacobs: My father taught us not to lie. Jack Kelly: Well, mine told me not to starve; so we both have an education.

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry rubbed at his eyes, and didn’t open them, even after he started to speak. “I dunno, not much, but I’m used to getting by on that. I got Adrien. I’ve sort of got Marianne. Woulda liked to think I had you.”

He leaned his head back to look at the ceiling, finally opening his eyes. “I dunno. I sure wouldn’t.” He cracked a grin. “But you’re gonna hafta, or else you’ll be on edge ‘round me for the rest of your life. Or— the rest of my life.”

[soldier-ofwinter]

“Yeah. you got them til they go back to France. Who said you’re guaranteed a ride there?” He asked, his head shaking. “Use your damn head Henry. You leave, outta nowhere. Show up, outta nowhere ten years later. And expect all to be well and good as if nothin’s happened? I’ll always have your back man but god you’re a stupid sonofa bitch.” 

He moved the stroller back and forth slowly, pausing after a moment. “That’s not funny man. I don’t wanna live forever. At all. I used to think never growin’ up was the best thing that could happen to someone. Then I got her and Yan.” 

[faceof-thestrike]

"I'll have to earn that one, won't I? So I dunno what I'm doin here bantering with you when I could be with them." This was better. He could argue up and down with anyone, just not Tommy. It didn't feel right. "But hey, I'm the stupid sonofa bitch you stick with, ain't I?"

Henry's smile faded, and he nodded. "There's gotta be something someone can do. A doctor or someone— that kinda atuff's gotta be even better than the last time I was here, don't it?"

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Dinner For Two

[faceof-thestrike]

“Sure has. What, a hundred something years?” He joked, trying to calm her down. “Think I was gonna change that much? Come back and hate you? Have found someone new? Nah.” He shrugged. “Not me.”

Henry grinned as he thought back on Peter, who was among one of the young kids he’d seen running around the castle. “Bet he is. Him and Örjan and Martina, and God, everyone else.”

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“It’s not funny Henry.” She sighed, her head shaking as she rubbed her arms. “I just…don’t know you anymore. You don’t know me. We’re practically strangers now.” She mumbled. 

She nodded though at the talk of the other’s who ived at the castle, swallowing a lump in her throat. “Yes everyone’s doing quite well for themselves I think. Amelia’s gone off and become a singer. Francis is now freshly engaged. You know about Tommy.” 

[faceof-thestrike]

"C'mon, Marianne, how long are we gonna be sore 'bout this?" He raised a brow, not meaning it to sound as blunt as it did. "I mean, it's been a long time, but things ain't never gonna get better if we don't keep moving on."

"Well, good for them." Henry agreed, not meeting her eyes. He should have something to say here— something to fill the silence, but nothing seemed to come to mind.

At least nothing that wouldn't put him in a worst position than he seemed to be in.

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry was silent through Tommy’s spiel, still pacing. “You’re the one who made it sound fantastic.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes one he was done.

“Well obviously not now, dumbass.” Henry replied shortly. “I wouldn'ta come back if I didn’t love her, and you, and now Adrien. But if all that time ago I’d never wandered off and found myself here, I don’t think I woulda been any better or worse of than I am right now. You woulda done a lot more than died under some shitty bridge, but he’ll, we ain’t ever gonna know that now, are we? Can’t change the past.”

Henry paused his pacing, and leaned against the back wall, and glared at Tommy. “Get your head out of your ass, and just listen to me for once, will ya? I’m not leaving again, not now, not soon. And I’m no coward, goddamit.”

[soldier-ofwinter]

Tommy listened to him go on, his head shaking. “Yeah. Maybe I woulda’ done somethin’, but I woulda’ been miserable and you know iti. Everyone from where we’re from is. There ain’t no gettin’ outta it. I’m happy here. I got a family. I got friends. What about you? Hm? What do you got?” He snorted, moving to place Minnie in her stroller. 

“You also said you wasn’t leavin’ last time. Then one day there’s a note and Mari’s cryin’ on the floor. You think I can trust your word Henry? After the countless times you said you’d be back, or you’d never leave?” 

[faceof-thestrike]

Henry rubbed at his eyes, and didn't open them, even after he started to speak. "I dunno, not much, but I'm used to getting by on that. I got Adrien. I've sort of got Marianne. Woulda liked to think I had you."

He leaned his head back to look at the ceiling, finally opening his eyes. "I dunno. I sure wouldn't." He cracked a grin. "But you're gonna hafta, or else you'll be on edge 'round me for the rest of your life. Or— the rest of my life."