dead and just a memory

“A body is merely a vehicle. The deepest emotions are experienced through the soul.” Harvey Thompson, one of the three brothers ruling New York. There's not much to say and unless you have anything which is worth my while.. leave. part of darkertimes-rpg

[alice-ferguson-blog]

Look at that.

[alice-ferguson-blog]

Minutely, by a reaction entirely of its own volition, her body picked up to reach for Harvey’s hand, raising slightly off the bed. Something akin to a sigh dropped out of her lips, and she watched his hand for a moment before picking her gaze up to him. “Mmm. Work.” There was a barest hint of a smile before she slid upright suddenly, pushing their bodies together with a smirk. Her face hovered teasingly close to his, her eyes on his lips. “I suppose those books won’t gain dust by themselves.” Her smirk deepened and she rolled out from under him without warning and gracefully stood, back to Harvey. The amusement fell off her face just as the dust particles she swept from her clothes as she ran her hands over her skirt. She had never been one to let a man kick her out of bed. She looked over her shoulder to glance over the man once more with an imperious glance. “I suggest you get my lipstick off your neck before you head to work. I’d hate to see you looking unprofessional..”

[harveythompson]

Harvey couldn't help but smirk to himself as Alice was up from underneath him rather quickly, finding her escape route. She always did that and Harey had realized- it was because she didn't owe him anything and that it was to show- that she was her own woman with decisions. "Oh you would understand why I run a book store if you saw inside my head." he murmured back before he got up, looking for his shirt a little before looking back at Alice and stepping close, brushing his lips against hers tender one more time before picking his shirt up and taking it on. "Ah, you are always so considerate." he joked and gave her a teasing grin before taking his palm on the lipstick and when it came back, the small mark of lipstick which had been there had turned to some kind of powder. "You should probably check your lip and that neck too. You seem a little blue-ish and that lip is still bleeding."

[irenegoodman-deactivated2014021]

Rudeness

Since Irene was oficially baned from her favorite bookstore (that was also owned by Hades, that also oficially hated her), Irene didn’t have much to do on her free time. All she had left from her good times in that bookshop was ‘A grief observed’ by C.S Lewis, the last book she had taken, and the only one she didn’t need to pay for. In an act of pure kindness, that suddenly became hate, Hades had given it to her. She thought that it was his way of showing affection, or even his way of being polite to another god. Soon after it, unfortunately, he became angry for no reason, and treated her like a small needy child that was too spoiled to receive any attention. 

Arriving home that day, she felt incredibly sad. Not only because she was the main responsable for her banishment, but also because she kind of felt responsable for what happened. A very sad night followed, complemented by champagne and loneliness. And also, a very long discussion that happened inside her, debating if she was the responsable for the fight, or he was. The next day, she took a deep breath while taking her shower, and decided she wouldn’t think anymore about it. Because it was over. She had lost it.

A few days later, taking the most she could have from her day off, Irene decided to finish the last twenty pages of Harvey’ book. She also decided to finish it while drinking a tea, in the only british tea house that existed near the Central Park. She asked the Indian Chai with lemonade, and opened her book stamping a smile on her face. When she rose her eyes from her book again, to take a sip from her Chai, she saw him. Very well-dressed, also drinking tea and reading a book, well ahead of her. Irene couldn’t feel a little apprehensive inside, and started to consider her options. She could run, she could hide behind the menu, she could…

Oh fuck, Harvey had just seen her from behind his book.

[harveythompson]

It had been days since Harvey had handed Irene the book and it had been days since he'd lost all interest in speaking with her. She had more or less made sure he would dislike her and it wasn't going to end there. She had gotten into his business, told him how he was a pathetic god for running a book store and not something great and wonderful as his brothers had. He had officially added Irene Goodman- to the list of people he would condamn to hell when he was the one to rule the earth. 

The last few days Harvey had been running his bookstore like he always had, trying to make sure that things ran smoothly while he did his own research in the hideouts in the book store's basement. He didn't really think much about what he had said to Irene, or how he'd confronted her. He wanted her to be afraid of him, to hate him like all the rest because he was tired of her, thinking he was anything else.. He was evil and the one who could in the end cut her hands and feet off and let her crawl there in pain. He wasn't a sympathysing god who took pleasure in everyones happiness, he found pleasure in their pain. 

As Harvey headed down town to a local coffee and tea shop, he got the feeling that this day was going to be one of the annoying ones. He'd been sitting in the small cafe area for about four hours when he heard the beat of a gods heart and his shoulders very quicky rose- his whole being tensing as he didn't wish for any company, any interruptions to his reading or any company at all. He was a man of solitude and today- today he really wished for the solitude he could recieve. Instead of looking up to see who it was, he kept his book close to him and continued his reading pretending he hadn't sensed whoever it was, unfortunately when he heard someone gasp and felt eyes upon him, he lifted his eyes and saw Irene sitting there with the book he had given her. He gently brushed some hair away from his glasses and stared her down when she wasn't looking. In the end her eyes settled upon his and he wasn't going to let go, if she wanted to annoy him today- she was going to get a full out of rage from his part.

[setpace-deactivated20140205]

Coffee and Frost

[setpace-deactivated20140205]

Pace licked his lips before sighing in long-suffering patience.But this conversation was raising some rather important questions.

"…scare her if you must, but don’t harm her in any way that is going to force me to act on my word, brother." Pace decided finally. He wondered vaguely if Harvey would even be able to find her again; Pace had, after all, offered to house her in one of his pieces of property that wasn’t near any of Harvey’s favored grounds. It’d be a good test of Harvey’s tenacity, his information network or both.

"Whether this is simply an anomaly or the start of something far larger, we should keep our eye on it. Will you talk with our brother about this, or shall I?" Pace asked, already guessing what his brother’s answer was going to be. A wry smile twisted his lips. He’d come to terms with acting as the go-between for his brothers, but he hoped that it wouldn’t always be this way.

[harveythompson]

"You know very well that if I talk with him I will chop his head off." he said and turned to his brother with a smile on his lips. The two hadn't exactly gotten along in a few years and there was no reason to tempt fate with them in the same room. Pace on the other hand had been the one running between them for years and it seemed like he was rather content being the one between them all. Harvey rolled his eyes as he asked him not to harm him and sure, he could promise not to- but he rarely kept his promises. "Won't touch a hair on her little head."

[stillathenainheart]

This hangover is not ending well.

[stillathenainheart]

Same old Hades, she thought to herself.  Always keeping to himself and not telling anyone a word.  Or perhaps, he’s just this way towards her.  Regardless, she could have cared less.  Just to be respect and having a conversation she thought it would be best to know how he’s been up to all these years.  ”Well fine then,” Alyssa replied with a smirk.  ”Is there anything you can share that could be my business?” She didn’t understand why she was curious in what he was up too.  But it was Hades, why not be curious?

[harveythompson]

"Why don't you come visit me some time? It's not like you couldn't give a day of your time.. right?"Harvey grinned and turned to Alyssa. She was as firece as ever and he had to ay that the goddess still had her charms. She was a beautiful woman, even if she had never shown it to him before- she'd always been full of fire and that was what she usually showed to everyone. It wasn't easy being the goddess of war with beauty and love getting thrown to another goddess, but even Harvey could see, that Alyssa Mills, was just as great of a goddess as any other.

[byfireandwar]

Atticus stared in front of him as Harvey spoke. He knew that the two of them had always been the ones rejected by their supposed family but at least he wasn’t banned to earth or the underworld, like Hades was. Only glancing up at him again when he spoke once more, trying to cover up what he said before by the way he spoke but Atticus wasn’t that much of a fool. He took a breath before nodding slowly. “Thank you.” He softly said, looking at him again from the corner of his eye. “For not having taken me for granted. Even if I’m just.. you know, not yours.”

[harveythompson]

Harvey smiled and nodded understanding Atticus' words. Hopefully he had fallen for it all, decided to take the honesty  and mix it with a little bit of truth. He wanted the man to be on his side, to be on the winning one when the day ended. "No problem." he said in return, wishing that Atticus was his son, that he could have created a human-like being and not simply monsters. All his other children where monsters and would never make human form, or at least that's what he thought.

[alice-ferguson-blog]

Look at that.

[alice-ferguson-blog]

The pain he brought with him caught her breath, lodged it in her throat where it seemed to stick for a long moment, her limbs tensing around him. Her lips drew back as the bottom tier tore, but she welcomed it. She breathed in deeply, eyes fluttering shut as licentious pleasure flowered on her sculpted face. Her orbs met the light again when he pulled away, breath slowing as she watched Harvey brush hair from her face. She didn’t speak, didn’t so much as move for that moment. It was odd, staring into Harvey’s bleak eyes as he caressed her… like watching stone smile. But she did not turn away; instead, her hand slid up his arm and over his shoulder, tracing patterns on the muscles of his back.

[harveythompson]

"We should stop." he murmured as he kissed the side of her lips. Harvey had things to do and so had Alice. The two rarely got the chance to actually enjoy each others company- because there was always something coming in the way, something pushing them apart. Maybe desity got it's say in it- but never letting them actually interact properly. "You have work-" Harvey's finger trailed down her shoulder, down to her breast and to her belly button where he gently caressed her flesh by her hip. "I have work." he grinned and couldn't help but love the reaction she gave to his touches.

[alice-ferguson-blog]

Look at that.

[alice-ferguson-blog]

She felt his urgency beneath her flesh, pushing her closer to him, seeking the release only he could bring to her. She took all his kisses greedily, arching her back and exposing more of her skin for him to claim, giving him more flesh to conquer with every passing moment. Alice kept her legs wound round his waist, keeping them locked together as she tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him in languages that only they could know. She wanted to be consumed, whole, like a dying star absorbed by a black hole and left to a cosmos devoid of any other planet. His name came out whispered like a prayer or a curse, and he was so close but it wasn’t enough; she reached for the bottom of his shirt and tugged, pulling the material over his head so that she might feel his bare skin.

[harveythompson]

The hunger flying from the both was unexpected, Harvey hadn't planned for this meeting to end in such a frenzy and here he was, exposed without a shirt and kissing Alice hungrily. The encounters of different langauges through the ages only made it even more worth it. His lips was locked on hers as he trailed her bottom lip with his teeth, dragging until he had the small taste of blood on his tongue. He gently released his lips from hers, finding the moment to be too hungrily, too much and too full of everything he didn't wish to give. He breathed rather heavily as he lifted his head up a little more, simply looking at Alice and watching her eyes look back at him. His hand gently moved a few locks of hair away from her eyes and his small smirk was back on his lips. Words would probably ruin it, but all he did was look at her. Right now he didn't wish for more, because everytime they ended up doing the dirty deed, either of them would sneak out and away and right now? He was content with the kisses and the exposed skin.

[alice-ferguson-blog]

Look at that.

[alice-ferguson-blog]

There had been a time when Alice - who then had only known herself as Aphrodite, who had only known love and admiration - had sneered as Hades walked by. She had deliberately tucked her legs away or stuck her nose up if he had so much as looked at her, both hateful and fearful of the dark God. So the great irony was not lost on her as she sighed after his touch and pressed back against his hands, nodding compliantly when he spoke. “Take me.” Was her only response as she willingly signed herself over to him, having long ago eaten the pomegranate that had tricked Persephone into his company. She wanted him to bruise her; to mar her perfect flesh with purple bites and red claw marks. Then, perhaps, she would finally match her insides. She followed where he led, pressed close tight against him. When they stopped, she put her hands on his jaw and brought his face towards her, craving his cold lips.

[harveythompson]

As her lips touched his once again, Harvey didn't keep it tender and soft anymore, the urgency of their bodies to mingle together was greater than ever and even if it was a sin for him to lure the goddess of love into his chambers- into the dark tunnels of saddness, she had accepted long ago and still- still craved parts of him too. It didn't take long before he had lifted her up, having her wrap her legs around his waist as he walked with her to the bedroom. He placed her down on the bed gently, finding the comfort of simply kissing her enough for now, wanting his kisses to be missed, for her to understand that no matter who else she kept the company of- any god or any man, he was different. He understood the growing darkness isnide her and when he had finally swallowed her whole- she would find nothing to return to. 

[setpace-deactivated20140205]

Coffee and Frost

[setpace-deactivated20140205]

Pace fell quiet as he considered this information, ignoring the superior smirk that was curling his brother’s lips. If not Zach, then whom? And by what means? The chill that Pace had felt when he had touched Helen’s bare hand returned to mind, and Pace’s brow furrowed. 

"You’re certain she isn’t one of yours?" Despite being fairly sure that Harvey wasn’t the culprit, Pace asked anyways. He wouldn’t put it past Harvey to reanimate corpses to screw with his family, but such a feat would take more power and finesse than what Harvey had easily on hand these days. So if not Harvey or Zach, than whom? Flexing his fingers against the chill of the cold air, Pace considered what they were up against. 

"…Don’t hurt the girl," Pace’s voice was firm and his gaze unrelenting. He knew his brother, as well as the methods Harvey resorted to in gaining information. Pace himself could be just as ruthless when he had to be, but this was simply an anomaly. What possible real threat could this have to them and theirs? "I promised her protection from you until I spoke to Zach. She seems to think that you have it out for her. No question as to why she seems to think that…”

[harveythompson]

Harvey rolled his eyes at his brothers accusation. "No, if she was mine- don't you think she would look a little different? Sure, i can make somethng beautiful come back, but I do not have the power to keep it up for weeks and years. Not in this century." he admitted knowing telling his brother about his limits to his powers was a rather unclever thing to do, but something told him that this conversation- this simple one which wasn't about their family in general, was the closest he'd had with Pace since the day he was left to rot in the underworld. "Ah, I might have scared her a little- and I will continue to do it. She's such a weakling to ask for protection from you." he muttered in somewhat anger over the fact that the girl had asked for protection against him.

[spencer-theinvincible-deactivat]

His touch burned her, and not from the feeling of a passionate grasp but rather the sense of coldness, of death— and his skin was even more frigid than hers, but all the better. After batting her long eyelashes up at him for a moment, she turned her head away, more interested in playing her own games of ladylike demureness and intricately laid plans of seduction. Not all too frightened by his threats, she rolled her eyes. “Well that sounds like a challenge indeed,” she trailed off. If he wanted to see so bad, she would show him, yes; but only what he wanted to see…nothing more, nothing less. For the most part it was just sex anyhow. “But why waste all this time talking when I can show rather than tell,” she smirked. “I’ve been told my garters are to die for,” she added, examining her nail beds unconcernedly.

[harveythompson]

Harvey had no idea what her intentions was, why she suddenly played along. He didn't wish for her to play along, he wanted to know so desperately. Something told him Helen of Troy was the key to knowledge these times around and yet it seemed like she would only tell more frustrating things. Harvey gave a charming smile as she seemed to examine her nails. He had no interest in Helen as anything but the fact that she got away- that she was the one who never came to the underworld when she should have. "It seems we have a different understanding of what I mean, but why don't you tell me your perspective." he cocked his head to the side, wondering what the girl thought she could do.

[hazel--wright-deactivated201403]

“What have you done?”

“What has come to pass couldn’t be helped, my love – Hades deserved his fate.” Hera leaned on the forearm of the fierce King of the Gods; felt coursing through him the grueling might that swelled as judgment was declared that would forever divide two brothers. She peered beneath them past the earthly plane into the gaping hole lined with rows of sharp teeth; insatiable and frightening to the core, and felt not an inch of remorse. Oh no, Hera had let Zeus do what was necessary on that front.

“Perhaps,” the queen responded in a tone all too blithe –

Glistening streams of white light thumped against her sunglasses when she was shoved forward, slightly, by her assailant. Her knee-jerk reaction was to shake her arm from his grasp but the hold proved stronger and that was when Hazel snatched off the sunglasses in frustration for a glimpse. Her face scrounged in disgust, a deep, burgeoning revulsion withering her frown — she had not the need for an introduction, she knew Harvey Thompson from as far a distance as could be mustered. Hazel tried again to pry her arm out of his hold, “How terribly one-sided. Pleasant is never something to be equated with you, Harvey, I on the other hand? Pleasant is quite the understatement, now, let me go.”

The presidential candidate slipped the shades back onto her face. Their small, slither of time was all it would ever take for people to acknowledge their first, real female candidate for the presidency — they could have been sweltered. She had not a care for what befell Harvey, the people could kill him in a petulant riot and she wouldn’t lose an ounce of sleep. Hazel just didn’t want to be present when and if that came to pass. "What are you doing here?"

[harveythompson]

The utter disgust which was all over her when she saw who it was, made Harvey wish for something to bite her head off. She was such a horrible being he could barely contain himself. This woman- no this goddess who had wished from his brother to trap him away in the underworld had gotten her wish all those years ago, and now? Well Zachary and Hazel wasn't exactly keeping in touch. Harvey's smile turned a little down at the womans response, but what was he expecting? A greeting with a hug? A kiss on the cheek or something which was far out from Hazel's view?

Harvey was disgusted with her too, with how she never seemed to understand that, in this world.. She was just a woman searching for power in places which she had to fight even harder than Olympus. "Can I not take a walk with my sister in law? Oh i'm sorry Hazel, I completely forgot how Zachary ended up leaving you- the second the gates to Olympus were opened." he pouted his lips to her and turned, holding his grip tight so she couldnt' escape as they walked. "Isn't it a beautiful day? The sun shines, I need my glasses to be outside and you- you might become the first female president of the united states of America." he said in a knowledgeful way before a grin spread across his face. "Then again, who knows.. Someone might ruin that campaign for you."

[stillathenainheart]

This hangover is not ending well.

[stillathenainheart]

It’s been quite some time that Athena haven’t talked to Hades, too long that she can’t even remember the last.  Probably when things were still all dandy and Olympus.  But maybe she’s just overreacting and it hasn’t been that long, or has it? “Did you know” The blonde said in a smirk.  ”Well you sure in hell didn’t missed much.” Alyssa added on shortly.  ”So what have you been up to all these years?”

[harveythompson]

The brutal tone of her language was as always there, not lacking in anything but the patience of others. Harvey raised his eyebrows in surprise when she asked him what he had been doing these last years- and he simple grinned to himself before turning to the goddess. "Oh, well now that's my buisness." he said as a matter of fact thing. He wasn't ratting himself and his history out, that was something which was his and his alone. None of them knew his intentions and he liked that- he liked that they didn't understand how he wanted nothing more than to revell in their pain and suffering.

[harveythompson]

Thought the towns people couldn't become more frustrating.

[irenegoodman-deactivated2014021]

Irene felt his hand rising by her arm and stopping by her shoulder. She could clearly see her flesh and skin getting rotten, but this didn’t make her feel anxious or afraid. It made her feel sad. How could he think she would mock anyone? ― I am doing everything but mock you, Hades. I am trying hard to be closer to you, to help you. You must be tired of just make people feel scared of you. I thought if I could make you realize that a person can actually care about you, you would feel better. You are not there anymore, you are the same anymore. Why can’t you trust me?

[harveythompson]

Harvey couldn't understand why she kept on with this act, why she was hell-bent on wanting him to embrace her and cherish the kindness she was handing out. What made her believe that he wanted it? That he craved something from her at all? To him she was a low god, one who didn't matter much and had no say in his world. She had her own issues and with the campaign with Hazel, she should be focused on that instead of suddenly deciding to wish his company. "Get out of here Irene, I'm sick of listening to your crap." he said in a sour tone, getting irritated and more than anything else- tired of this act. 

[pandoraohare]

the shadow of your heart ✗ [pandora + harvey]

[pandoraohare]

She was more or less shocked by his response - she’d expected him to slam the door in her face or stare at her in disgust. Their last few run-ins held nothing more than a few words and exchanged glances, so she didn’t know why this time was so different. Especially because she had gone there with rage in her heart, fiery and pure, fully intent on ridding herself of the man who caused those nightly disturbances.

And that same rage was still there, and Pandora shook with it. Her muscles clenched when his hand met her body and his words were nothing but white noise, the terror that had been present in her nightmare replaced with bitterness and hate. A hate that bubbled up in her chest and threatened to escape, despite the sudden kindness and warmth he was showing her. But one bout of gentleness was not enough to make up for years of pain and manipulation.

Yet again, Pandora was hardly aware of what she was doing when she jerked from Harvey’s arms and threw herself at him. It was like some sort of animal instinct had taken over, telling her to protect herself from the evil that had taken her in. It was all so sudden, she doubted that she would have been able to stop her hands from flying towards his throat even if she were in full control of her body.

[harveythompson]

The sudden change in her whole creature was enough to let Harvey know that the cause to the visit wasn't comfort as it had been before. Sometimes he felt like there might be a part of her which cared fro him- but now.. Well his answer was right in front of him as she took her hands to his throat and tried to squeeze. Of course, this was futile as it wouldn't help her one bit to try and take his life. He was a god after all and the god of the underworld on top of it. She seemed to be going wild, out of control to be exact and no matter what he might try and end up doing- he knew it wouldn't go anywhere. 

He let his hands fall next to her as she kept on squeezing and for some reason, he couldn't help but find the humor in it. His lips had a smirk plastered on them which seemed to not let go, which wanted to stay and mock the woman he'd trapped so many years ago. It was futile of her to try and squeeze the life out of him- because like every other god, it couldn't be done. Sure, he could be hurt, bleed out and sleep for a few horus but it wouldn't kill him. Nothing in this place could actually do harm to his body and it seemed like Pandora, in her rage had compeltely forgotten that. 

Harvey tilted his head to the side as Pandora stared him down- continued to try and take his life. His hand went up to her face and moved a hairlock behind her ears and as he did he wondered why on earth- she just stopped going where he was and told him to back off- because even if she didn't want him there, she never said it. "Pandora, stop it." he murmured.

[amarling-deactivated20200605]

[harveythompson]

Thought the towns people couldn't become more frustrating.

[irenegoodman-deactivated2014021]

― Oh, Hades don’t make me laugh. I am a very pleasant woman, but don’t you dare underestimate my powers. As you know, for the many times I bothered you in the underworld, I am one of the few capable of entering your adorable place and leave intact. Maybe it’s because I am a simple messenger, maybe it’s because I am more than you think. Even being considered a child to you, I am still more powerful than many others. And I won’t let you treat me like a child, just because you are having a terrible day. I don’t fear you, your underworld, or anything because you have no power over me. The young woman smiled at him, even during all her speech, knowing this would make him even more mad. Her cheerfulness. She knew how it could drive him crazy, how could make him expose the little control he had over himself in front of her. She could be silly, childish, but never stupid. - I hate when you do that. I am the only one here that treats you with respect.

[harveythompson]

Harvey didn't understand her need for his attention, how she seemed to revell in the fact that she got him angry and that he couldn't hurt her- or at least she kept telling herself that. Harvey just looked at her for a few seconds before he smirked and walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. As he did, he cocked his head to the side and let his powers to their trick. The place where his hand was placed started to rot, to turn to dead flesh. Green, dead and more than anything, ugly. "There's a fine line behind hurting, destroying and pain Irene.. And you should know very well- no matter your power. Mine is greater." As he removed his hand the flesh gently started to turn young and healthy again, but he knew very well that if he wanted her to be ugly, to have the body of a dead woman. He could make it permanent. "Also, there is the benefit of eternal life where I could torture you- which is really tempting when you decide to treat me as your equal and this little Irene, is not respect from your point.. You are mocking me." he said angrily before he stalked off again.

[pandoraohare]

the shadow of your heart ✗ [pandora + harvey]

It started with running - it always started with running. She was stumbling between the trees, wayward branches seeming to willingly stretch out and catch her clothes and scrape her skin. She didn’t know why she was running, just that she was terrified. Her heart was pounding in her chest and all she could hear were her heavy, fast paced breaths echoing in her ears. There was a scream coming from somewhere, though she swore it wasn’t from her own mouth. She ran and she ran, but the faster her feet moved the closer the beast that chased her was. She could feel its dark presence gaining on her, sending ice through her veins. She could feel the blood that seemed to pour from the cuts that the thorny branches left on her pale skin, and her legs ached from pushing forwards for so long. Until finally, she couldn’t push forwards any more. She fell into someone’s arms, warm and strong, and heard a voice telling her that everything was going to be okay - that he was here now, and that nothing could hurt her. She didn’t dare open her eyes, though, because she knew that who she would see would be more terrifying than whatever it was that had been chasing her. 

[pandoraohare]

And then she woke up, drenched in a cold sweat with the blankets twisted around her body, her hair plastered to her forehead and her breathing heavy. This dream wasn’t nearly as bad as the ones she’d had the previous week, but it was her tipping point. She couldn’t keep track of how many times she’d woken up in the night, feeling as if she’d just left her life in the cold, calloused hands of the man she couldn’t even bare to look at. 

Before Pandora even knew what she was doing, she was walking down the frozen sidewalks of New York, stalking barefoot in the moonlight to the place she knew Harvey called home wearing nothing but a t-shirt and her underwear. 

And then she was knocking on his door, her fist pounding so furiously and so impatiently as she waited for an answer that she hardly noticed the sharp sting of the cold wind on her bare skin, or the ache in her feet after the long walk she’d just taken. 

[harveythompson]

The nights seemed to get colder by each night and for some reason- Harvey loved it. He was used to fires everywhere, to heat whicih would strike you as the most incrusiating pain ever made. Winter in New York wasn't that compared to other places, but yet it was enough to bring nostalgia into Harvey. He didn't miss the underworld very much, he actually revelled in the thought of being free and do whatever he might wish. Some people believe he would love nothing more than to go on a killing spree now that he was free to do what he wanted- but after the first five hundred years of being covered in blood, even he got somewhat tired of it. Now he lived on knowledge and the power it held over other people and how it seemed to be the center of everything. 

As he sat in his chair in front of the empty fireplace- Harvey felt like something was wrong, that every second he kept his reading glasses on and every page he turned- someone was getting closer. That's when he heard it, the heartbeat he could recognize miles away and never get tired of listening to. A few seconds there he got lost in the pure beat of it. He didn't actually believe it to be her, but when the pounding started, he knew the feeling in his gut had been right. 

He put the book calmly down, before he got more and more impatient to get to the door. As he finally got there and opened. A Pandora soaked in sweat and in barely clothing stood there- looking as if she had just woken up after six months in the underworld. Her nightmares were getting worse and he was the cause. Without a single word, he rushed her inside and locked the door- found the blanket he'd had around he's shoulders while reading and wrapped her in it before seating her on his bed. His chest pressed against her back as he held her shaking for and shooting her by brushing her shoulder. "When did they start again?" he  said in a soothing manner, letting his whole act drop, because she already knew him more or less inside and out.