henry james kay

The loneliness will keep me warm seeing as you won't. I know I've got loose ends leaving me to spend, too many nights driving down dead ends. I guess I'm looking for something more than this.

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abigailharper:

“I love you more. You and Mars will come visit me loads right? Adrian might be upstairs with Aurora quite a bit and I miss you when you’re not around.” Abi told her boyfriend, eyes watched him lovingly. Mind casting back to their past and Abi couldn’t help but find herself thankful that they had found one another in this life and she cuddled her head in against him. It was a strange, but wondrous concept, Athena and Hephaestus. Leaning up she kissed his cheek softly. Her blacksmith. As he jumped up in excitement Abi groaned gently. “Henry, it’s only November.Of course I have seen Elf… you made me watch it every Christmas while we were dating the first time around.” Abi teased gently but she nodded her head letting him know she was fine with watching the movie, even if she was teasing him a little in relation to it all.

“It’s never too early to prepare for Christmas. Where’s your spirit, huh?” he teased, playfully smirking. Reaching up to grab the blanket on the back of the couch, Henry draped it over them. “I’m glad you remember it then. In the Kay household, it’s a family tradition to watch it as early as possible.” A grin formed on his face at his next thought. “If you ever want to change that last name of yours, get used to it baby girl!” Taking her hand in his own, he tugged her closer, pressing tiny kisses against her skin. “Of course Mars and I will visit,” he answered her question, nuzzling his nose against her neck. “Even if I have to put up with all brawn and no brain blondie.” Henry chuckled under his breath at his own, joke, pulling back to smile at her. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” The male watched her gaze at him, admiring her features. Running his fingers along her spine, he couldn’t help but wonder what was ticking in that incredible mind of hers. “What’re you thinking about?”

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CHARACTER TASK --- henry james kay 

i. made of stone by matt corby growing up in the foster system, henry never really felt at home until @nanny-kay and her family adopted him. although, at times, it still hurts to know that the people who were supposed to love him most in this world just didn’t. ii. born to run by american authors track had always been a solace. his two legs carried him through everything, and if all else failed, he could rely on them to provide him with an escape. iii. i found by amber run when henry met @abigailharper, everything seemed to flip upside down. she was best friends with his biggest rival, in honors classes, studious and the bookworm type, where henry was sporty and into things that demanded of him physically. they ran with different social circles, but somehow, found themselves in each other. iv. 1-800-273-8255 by logic, alessia cara, khalid after the accident, henry was on the brink. life became gray, and dull, almost not worth living. it took so much to keep pushing forward. discovering his love for metalwork saved his lfie and gave him an entirely new purpose. v. back to you by twin forks when henry saw abi again, he wasn’t the same person. she still called to him just as she did in high school. the male has been and is still is very much under her spell. no matter the distance in location, or time, henry has always found his way back to her. 

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i love you more and more every minute

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meet mars | tate & henry

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tategentry:

Trying not to laugh to his reaction, Tate followed Henry with her gaze as he classically got all over her couch once again. Since he seemed that conscious about his terrible actions, she simply raised an eyebrow at him as she sort of gave him the silent treatment. Though it was more like she let him admit out loud how terrible he had been lately. And forcing herself not to give in and look to the furred little ball running through her apartment, she finally burst into laughter thanks to his ridiculous phrases. “You’re such an idiot!” She muttered shaking her head at him, how was she even supposed to try to be harsh with Henry if he acted like this? Rolling her eyes, she finally accepted his request and sat by his side. Her eyes were glued to his, meanwhile one of her hands couldn’t help but to gently scratch the puppy’s soft little back. “Yeah, not thanks to you, jerk.” Tate obviously complained, she wanted to know how all that happened. She deserved to know! “And don’t even try to consider not telling me why you suddenly decided to make this choice, I need to know!” She demanded, doing her best not to sound too desperate. Just as she planned to interrupt him with more complaints though, Tate simply froze to his words, eyes slightly widening in surprise. “W-What?” Her small whisper was barely audible. Had she heard him right? Needing to process that information she stared at him blankly for a moment, only to seconds later finally jump to him in a hug after kissing his cheek. “F-For real? I’m so damn proud of you, dumbie. Why didn’t you tell me before?!?”

Henry let out a thankful sigh, now that he was somewhat off the hook for his accidental distance. He smirked, slightly amused by the banter they had going. It was always like this with Tate. Back and forth, because boundaries didn’t exist between them. She knew him. She truly knew him, and never judged him harshly. The male was so thankful for her and her friendship. Pursing his lips, Henry tried to think about where to begin. “Well,” he started, scratching his temple. “After the fair, I saw her again.” He replayed the moment in his head. Abi’s red hair bouncing in the wind, the smell of coffee surrounding the both of them with the Los Angeles sun covering them with warmth. He remembered the way her gray eyes made him felt. She pulled him back to when days were simpler, and when Abi looked at him, he felt as complete and invincible as he did his senior year. “We ran into each other, I saw her, and after that I couldn’t look away.” The corner of his lips tugged into a smile. “I felt like I was 17 again. I don’t know, Tate, she just makes me feel... whole?” Eyeing her, he raised an eyebrow. “What about this Persy fellow?” The male knew he was opening up a can of worms, but he wanted to be there for his best friend. “How is all of that going?” At the feeling of her hug, Henry couldn’t help but grin with joy. His arms enveloped her, squeezing her. “I’m serious! I don’t know how or why, but after all this time -” Henry paused, shaking his head of the memories. “After all this time, I’m finally getting better.” Pulling back from her, he couldn’t help the tears brimming his eyes. “I don’t know why I didn’t. I just... I wanted it to be a surprise? I wanted to tell you in person.”

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abigailharper:

Abi’s eyes rolled at the males reaction to her mentioning Adrian’s Halloween invitation. These boys were insufferable at times.Her boyfriend and her best friend. “I am going and I would love for you to go too.” she told him with a gentle smile, her head leaning against his hand as he brushed they hair back from her eyes. “Well I love you for it. It means the world too me.” as he got up and moved away, the reincarnation of Athena gave a small noise of displeasure and a pout formed itself on her lips. “I would like for you to come cuddle up again.” her bottom lip jutted out slightly, but she thought about dinner. “Um, chicken chow mein.” she told him with a smile. “Also get some prawn cracker and fried rice!” 

Henry’s lips tugged up into a boyish grin at Abi’s request, grabbing the menu and his cell phone, trotting back to the couch to envelope his girlfriend in his arms. The male pulled her closer, placing a kiss on the top of her head before nuzzling into her. He dialed the phone number, placing their order. “Anything for you,” he mouthed, listening to the employee read back the series of food. After the confirmation, Henry sighed happily. His eyes wandered back to Abi, as they always did, a warmth filling his chest. God, she’s so beautiful, he thought to himself, kissing her cheek. “I love you so much,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Even if you’re living with my arch nemesis.” Chuckling, he straightened, turning on the TV. After skimming through the guide, Henry shot up, gasping with excitement. “Elf!” Turning back to face Abi, his smile grew almost three times as big. In his eyes, it was never too early to start getting in the Christmas spirit. Oddly enough, he related to the slapstick comedy. It was something that played on repeat in his household. He was sure Hally was sick of it by this point, but to him, it was timeless. “Please tell me you’ve seen this.”

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Chewing on his inner lip, Henry walked steadily down the street, focused on the correct posture and form to keep his leg from giving out on him. His gaze was primarily ahead. Feeling a bit braver, his quick steps became a light jog. The male took a sharp inhale, each step shooting tiny pains up his muscle. His features contorted in pain, but something inside him refused to let him stop. He craved running. He needed the burning feeling in his lungs again, the ability to go as far as his two legs could take him. He was done being immobile and ashamed of his shortcomings. The male didn’t care if the pain made him pass out. He was not going to stop running - until he ran into someone. Steadying himself and the other person, Henry looked to them apologetically. “Holy shit, I am so sorry,” he murmured, assessing the the counterpart was okay. 

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      HENRY + ABI -- take my weak heart and tie it to yours

ship: better with you @abigailharper

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adrianreeves:

Adrian didn’t expect a civil response to his jab. He spared a sidelong glance at Henry, and then tore his eyes away, looking back out at the crowd from over top of his rum and coke. A part of Adrian wanted to pick a fight with Henry.  He needed an excuse to do something rash, to let out all of this pent up emotion and frustration. This was one of the downsides to becoming so comfortable in a relationship. Adrian had started to grow used to spilling his innermost thoughts to Aurora, the confessions picking apart the excess need to use his body in a violent way. The physical need was still always there - but he had other means for dealing with that. Now, Adrian ground his teeth, more annoyed than anything that Henry wasn’t taking the bait. “Good for you,” he answered shortly, his death grip on his glass tightening so much that his knuckles turned white.

The thought of actually telling Henry that he was worked up, let alone why, was laughable. A dry, hollow chuckle escaped Adrian, and he turned his eyes back to the other man. “I’m not riled up,” he lied as convincingly as possible. There was a time where his garbage and manipulation worked on almost everyone - but his skills were rusty these days. “You’re just looking at someone with a lot of life and energy in them. I know, it must not be something you’re used to seeing.”

Pressing his lips together, he looked over the boxer. Henry wondered if Adrian was just as surprised as he was that the brunet hadn’t taken his bait. Usually, that was the one thing Henry could count on in their encounters. Someone would take it too far, the other would get angry, and it would push the knife deeper down into one of their backs, further separating them. Trying to take the high road was new, and by the looks of it, not very efficient. His eyes ran over the Nightwing next to him, a small smirk on his face. “Tell that to the glass you’re about to break,” Henry remarked, gaze locked onto the furious squeeze Adrian had fixed on his glass. “We basically have the same circle, too, so you’re just insulting your own friends at this point.” Laughing at his attempt, he shook his head. “Man, try some yoga or some shit. You’re at a party.”

Taking a sip of the Jameson in his hand, Henry threw the rest of the amber liquid back, a small shudder racking his body from the strong taste. His eyes surveyed the other guests, hearing the hum of the music behind the many conversations that filled the room. The male recalled the last conversation he had with Adrian, the strange day dream he had during their conversation. Part of him thought his imagination was getting the best of him; he had watched too many history documentaries during his free time. Yet another part of him felt that his subconscious was trying to tell him something. Ares and Hephaestus, two brothers pit against each other by circumstance. There were many parallels Henry could draw to his relationship with Adrian. “Abi said we’re a lot more similar than we think,” he murmured, a small smile forming on his features. He didn’t know where the conversation was going. Maybe he was drunk, maybe he wanted to hear Adrian’s point of view. Maybe Henry wanted to hurt inside more, since that’s what he was best at. “That we would have gotten along if Coach hadn’t pushed us both so hard. I don’t know what to think about that.”

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auroraminett:

Dancing in the crowd, Aurora twirled around when she heard someone addressing her, a smile plastered on her face. Her smile faded a little when she recognized Henry, but at the way his expression dropped, she felt a pang of sympathy in her heart. She had told him to leave her alone forever, but the truth was that her anger had dissipated and she missed being friends with him. She rolled her eyes at him. “Oh, I see how it is. You got a girlfriend and now you don’t have any time for your friends, huh?” She smirked, her tone teasing. 

His back was practically turned to her when he heard her words. The male froze, a tiny smile forming on his lips. He stood in place, not wanting to ruin what could be a good moment for their friendship. Turning around, he walked towards the red head and embraced her, squeezing her lightly. “I am so sorry,” he reiterated. “I will never do anything so fucking dumb again.” Pulling back, he looked at his feet, trying to keep his eyes from watering. If anyone asked him, he’d deny it, but Henry was torn up at the loss of Aurora in his life. He was more upset that it was because of his own actions. “If it keeps you talking to me, I have more than enough time for you,” he said, a relieved laugh falling freely from his lips. “I like your costume, by the way,” Henry motioned to the Batgirl suit, giving her a round of applause. “Nice to see a fellow DC fan in the mix.”

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adrianreeves:

Adrian’s hand was looped tightly around his signature drink. He’d had a few already, but nothing seemed to calm his mood. It seemed like nothing was a good enough distraction for him. Not the costumes, not the drinks, not anything. Somehow, he’d accidentally lost Aurora for what  already felt like the hundredth time that night. Maybe he was doing it on purpose, separating himself physically so that he wouldn’t feel so drawn to her. Even then, he was looking for her, torn between thinking space was for the best but desperately needing her there next to him. Adrian was brought out of his own misery by the sound of the last voice that he wanted to hear in the entire world. He turned his head, his blonde hair falling down across his forehead, as he hadn’t bothered to try and make it stay in place before coming to the party. His eyes flashed from Henry’s motion back to his face, and suddenly Adrian felt a stab of….was that envy? Looking at the other man, Adrian couldn’t help but be reminded about how normal his life seemed. He doubted Henry had a rogue  father showing up uninvited, casually planting seeds of doubt and insecurity into his head and cackling as they grew into cascading ivy - coiling around and around until it took over everything. Someone like Henry - as boring and frustrating as he was - at least could protect the people that he loved, or maybe not put them in harms way at all. “I’m a man of mystery.” Coldly, Adrian turned his head, intent not to look at the brunette. “Sort of an ironic costume you’ve got, isn’t it?”

Henry’s face twisted into a grimace, one he tried his best to hide. The brunette was trying so hard to be nice, for his girlfriend’s sake, but leave it to Adrian to make it impossible. Taking a deep breath, he tried to remember what Abi had said. Adrian and Henry were victims of circumstance. If their coach hadn’t pit them against each other, things could have ended up entirely different for the males. However, when Henry looked at Adrian, a tight knot twisted itself in his stomach. He was becoming everything Henry ever wanted. He was on the rise while the brunet was picking for scraps. Adrian had stability where it counted - on his healthy, two legs - the next jab he threw at the male as powerful as a knockout punch. “Actually,” he started, taking a sharp inhale. He thought of his girlfriend, and what he promised her. Try to be civil, for the girls’ sake. “My leg is improving. It’s been a slow recovery, but I’m not walking with a limp anymore. I can actually speed walk. I should be running short distances in six months, they think.” A swell of pride filled his chest. Henry owned this. He had put in so much work at physical therapy to be healthy again. No one got him here but him. “So, it’s a celebratory costume, thank you.” Eyeing the blonde, he could see Adrian was unnerved. “What’s got you all riled up, Reeves?” The blacksmith raised a single eyebrow. “Can’t be me, because you were like this when I got here.”

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abigailharper:

She’d been wondering where her boyfriend had been for the last half an hour,  her anticipation of what his costume was going to be, just a little too much for her. She’d told him that she was going as the Villainess Poison Ivy, but he’d not revealed his choice of outfit. But as she sipped at her drink as she scanned the ballroom, her eyes landed on The Flash and forest green lips were caught with her teeth as he made his way over. “Hey yourself, I was worried you weren’t going to find me in this crowd. “Why Flash, I do believe flattery gets you everywhere with she-villains.” she teased with a warm smile. “I am, the alcohol isn’t as good as it was at the hotel opening though.”

He was about to respond to Abi’s comment about the alcohol when he heard the crack of thunder. Henry’s hand instinctively shot around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her closer to him. His eyes were wide as employees began to usher crowds to the back of the building. What on earth was going on? “Follow me,” he murmured to her, pulling on her hand to beat the chaos to the back of the building. He weaved in and out of couples and party goers, trying his best not to trip and fall of his bad limb. “You still with me?” He shouted back to the red head, turning slightly to get a look at her. Another round of thunderous rolls practically shook the room, bright light filling the windows from behind them. The storm was getting worse. Once he found a nice spot for them, he pulled her tight, practically whispering in her ear. “Man, we’ve got shit luck at these events, don’t you think?” His lips tugged up into a boyish smirk. “I think we’d do best going to San Diego for our next date, no?” Absentmindedly, Henry toyed with the leaves that hung off Abi’s costume. “Maybe even head out to Catalina for a weekend.”

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After what felt like an eternity of searching, the male’s eyes finally met Abi’s grey ones from across the ballroom. His face was painted with a boyish smile, practically gliding across the floor as he walked over to meet her. “Hey you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her head. He took a step back, taking his girlfriend’s appearance in. Clasping a hand to his mouth, he gasped, grabbing her hand to spin her. “Wow, wow, wow. I’m already tangled up in you,” the male spoke playfully, toying with the vines that encircled her Poison Ivy costume. “Are you having fun?” @abigailharper

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Searching the party for Abi, his eyes surveyed the room, looking for the fiery red hair that he had loved and used plenty of times to find her in crowds. She was supposed to be dressed as Poison Ivy, yet the sleek black and yellow costume seemed more like Batgirl than anything else, to him. Approaching the girl, he smiled. “Change your mind about your costume?” He asked teasingly. Now that he was closer, his stomach dropped, realizing that this wasn’t his girlfriend, no - this was Aurora. “Shit, sorry. I thought you were Abi. I’ll... I’ll just leave you alone now.” He murmured, not wanting to intrude on what could be a good night for her. @auroraminett

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Holding his phone in his hand, Henry took off one of his gloves to text Tate, wanting to make sure he saw her tonight. He had felt poorly about the distance between them the last week or two, and wanted to make sure to include her. Tate, in many ways, was one of, if not, the most important aspect of his life, along with Abi, of course. As far as stability went, however, Tate had always been there since they were younglings. She was his constant. She was a bolt that was fastened so tight that he wouldn’t lose his grip on her. His loyalty to her was unmatched, and Henry wanted to live up to that. Where are you? Let’s do one of the challenges, yeah? He messaged her, hitting send with a small smile. @tategentry

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Henry heard the loud cracks of thunder outside, the sound barely audible over the bumping music. He had heard what happened at the fair where The Snatchers had last performed  but wasn’t there to experience the turmoil. Listening to the soothing voice of the lead singer, the male wondered how anyone could be disturbed while they were playing. Sipping his scotch, he admired that he no longer felt the need to grimace at the strong taste of the liquor. Alcoholism at it’s finest. Henry’s eyes wandered across the ballroom, looking for Abi, wanting to see the Poison Ivy costume she had teased him with all week. Beginning to merge through the crowd, he couldn’t find his girlfriend. Unfortunately for the both of them, he did stumble upon Adrian. Scanning over his Nightwing costume, the male sighed with relief that he hadn’t dressed as Robin like he had planned to, remaining proud of the Flash ensemble that he had put together. “We’ve got to stop running into each other like this,” Henry murmured, motioning between the two. He was trying to remain civil, as he had promised Abi. “Didn’t know you were much of a DC fan.” @adrianreeves