Kris Kringle

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing." - Helen Keller

[kristinhenderson]

Is that MINKA KELLY? No, that’s just KRISTIN HENDERSON. They were born on 30/10/1984 and are a DRAGON living in Northknot Town. They work as an ANESTHESIOLOGIST. Some say they're EMPATHETIC and PASSIONATE, but I’ve heard others say they're WITHDRAWN and ARROGANT. When you think of HER, don’t you think of THE SOUND OF SNEAKERS SQUEAKING ON THE COURT, FRAMED PHOTOS OF THE EIFFEL TOWER & MAKING PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICHES FOR LONG DAYS AT SCHOOL?

Name: Kristin Emily Henderson, M.D., D.A.B.A., F.A.S.A. Pronunciation: KRIS-tin EM-uh-lee HEN-dur-suhn Nickname(s): Kris, Krissy (by family only), Emmie (by her mother) Birthday: October 30th Age: 41 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Sun, Aquarius Moon, Leo Rising Gender: Cis-Female Pronouns: She/Her Species: Dragon Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Anesthesiologist Faceclaim: Minka Kelly

HEADCANONS

She got married on a beach in California and her entire family flew out to be there except for her brother, Jon.

She used to be really close to her brother only being a year and a half apart but things changed after the fire.

Her favorite color is yellow because it reminds her of sunshine and makes her feel safe.

She loves flying in her dragon form but rarely does it openly. Her flights are reserved for quiet, private moments when she can feel the wind and reflect in peace.

Her kid's name is Parker Carson Henderson-Madden and they are 13 as of October 11th. They are non-binary.

Kris has a collection of postcards she’s sent to herself and Parker from every city they’ve visited together. It’s a mix of nostalgia and a way to preserve memories they’ve made.

Kris and Parker have a tradition of “Mom and Kid Day” once a month, where they explore a new hobby or activity together.

She plays Sudoku every morning with her coffee.

Kris hums softly when she’s focused, usually a mix of jazz and 90s R&B songs she grew up with.

Kris loves puzzles, from crosswords to escape rooms. Solving them is her way of decompressing after a long day.

Kris has a ritual of going for an early morning run every Sunday. It’s her time to clear her head, reflect on the week, and prepare for whatever’s coming next. She listens to a carefully curated playlist, which evolves as she does.

Beyond French and English, Kris has picked up conversational Spanish during her time with Doctors Without Borders. She enjoys using it when traveling or in everyday life, as it reminds her of her time helping others.

Despite her go-getter attitude, Kris practices mindfulness to stay grounded. She carves out a few minutes each day to meditate, helping her maintain balance and clarity in her hectic life.

Kris still keeps her high school basketball jersey tucked away in her closet. On tough days, she’ll pull it out and remember where she started and how far she’s come.

While she’s mostly been focused on her career in medicine and sports, Kris has a hidden passion for photography, inspired by her time in Paris. She loves capturing candid moments of her child and the world around her, often using her photos as a way to connect with her emotions.

Kris has a knack for fixing things. Whether it’s a creaky door or a broken coffee machine, she enjoys the tactile satisfaction of problem-solving outside of her professional life.

Kris has a strange but comforting obsession with French Toast Crunch cereal. It reminds her of carefree childhood mornings before life became complicated. It's her guilty pleasure after a long day.

Even with her busy schedule, Kris volunteers as a youth basketball coach on weekends. She enjoys mentoring young girls, teaching them not just about the sport but about confidence, teamwork, and resilience.

Kris has a small but growing collection of vintage vinyl records. She loves the crackle of a record player and the nostalgia it brings. Her collection is a mix of classic jazz, old rock, and French ballads.

Despite her reserved demeanor, Kris has a sarcastic sense of humor that surprises new acquaintances. Those who know her well understand it’s her way of breaking the ice.

She journals sporadically, often jotting down thoughts about her day, dreams for the future, or ideas for how to make the community a better place.

Kris has been attending therapy to better navigate her past trauma and guilt about her brother Jon. It’s a quiet journey she hasn’t shared widely, but it’s helping her rebuild their relationship and deepen her bond with Parker.

APPEARANCE

Kris exudes a quietly commanding presence with her athletic build and confident, graceful posture. Her style effortlessly transitions from sleek, tailored professional attire to casual sneakers, reflecting a blend of practicality and sophistication. Her hair is often pulled back into a practical yet stylish ponytail, complementing her polished look. Kris’s sharp, perceptive eyes reveal a depth of experience and determination. Though she may seem reserved initially, she reveals a blend of motherly warmth and sarcastic humor once you get to know her. Her confident stride and composed demeanor underscore her inner strength and resilience, making her an inspiring figure both in and out of the hospital.

PERSONALITY

Kristin, or Kris to most, is a dragon whose calm, collected exterior belies a passionate and empathetic nature. As a skilled anesthesiologist, she brings razor-sharp intelligence, resilience, and a steady hand to everything she does, from navigating high-stakes surgeries to mentoring young athletes on the basketball court. Though warm and loving with her close circle, Kris can come off as distant or guarded to those she doesn’t trust; traits rooted in a complicated past that taught her the importance of self-preservation. A natural go-getter with a knack for balancing ambition and compassion, she’s a force to be reckoned with both in her career and as a mother to her kid, Parker. Beneath her composed demeanor, Kris has a playful side, marked by a quick wit, a little sass, and an adventurous streak that took her from Stanford to Manhattan to Chicago to Paris and back to Northknot. Whether she’s quietly commanding a room or cracking dry jokes with those lucky enough to earn her trust, Kris is a grounded yet inspiring presence who’s determined to create a meaningful life for herself and her family.

AESTHETIC

the sound of sneakers squeaking on the court - framed photos of the eiffel tower - making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for long days at school - vintage basketball posters - medical journals and anatomy models - french coffee shops - travel maps with pins - a well-worn leather jacket - the crackle of vintage vinyl on a sunday morning - parker’s laughter echoing in the kitchen while they make french toast - the hum of a jet engine as she flips through a travel-worn map - the glow of city lights as she captures a candid photo on her way home

CONNECTIONS

Younger Sibling (Lucas)The Hendersons were a pretty close knit family until their brother burnt down the family home. Things were strained on the family after that. They grew to resent their brother and it caused a drift in their relationship with him.

Future Romance (Ezra)This person she could've grew up with and is reunited with or just met coming to Northknot. It'll probably be a slow-burn because she's weary of getting close to people after her divorce.

BIOGRAPHY

tw: house fire, infidelity

Growing up, Kris was more into sports than anything. She always wanted to get outside and play rough with the boys but her parents put her into cheerleading and dance. She did both of those until she was about eleven and she tried out for her school's girl's basketball team. Kris made the team and dropped cheerleading and dance for basketball even though her parents' didn't really like it, they supported her dreams and she was really good at it.

Just a few months short of her fourteenth birthday, her brother, Jon, burnt down the family home. They lost everything in the fire but the family made it out unscathed. Their parents started to resent Jon and treat him differently, teaching the other children in the home to do the same. Although Kris never really cared that they lost everything and was just glad the family was okay, she never expressed that out loud. So when she saw that Jon was pulling away from the family, she let him. She's always felt badly for making him feel so isolated but never told him that.

The only thing worse than starting something and failing… is not starting something.

She played basketball all the way through high school, eventually becoming the team's captain in her senior year. Upon graduating high school, she decided she wanted to go as far away as she could for school to escape the tension at home. So she went to Stanford University in California on a basketball scholarship. She majored in Biology with intentions of going to medical school. There in college, she really explored her sexuality and realized that she was bisexual.

When Kris graduated from Stanford, she decided she wanted to see more of America and moved to the other side of the country for medical school at Columbia University in New York. It was there where she fell in love for the first time. It was with a woman. They dated from junior year all the way up to graduation where they ended things because they were going to different hospitals in different states for their residencies.

Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.

She moved to Chicago to do her residency at Northwestern Memorial Hospital. It was there that she fell in love for a second time. Two years into the relationship, they were married with a kid on the way. She stayed in Chicago for six more years after that, raising her kid, completing her residency in anesthesiology and making a name for herself. She started to feel too tied down after being in one place for so long.

That's what called her to do Doctors Without Borders. She worked there for two years on and off for up to three months at a time. She got to travel the world and help people. It was her true calling. Things in her relationship grew kind of strained though. Her husband felt like she didn't love him as much anymore. One day, she came home early from assignment meaning to surprise her husband, only to find him in their bed with another woman while their kid was at school. She moved out of the house that same day, taking her now 8 year old with her.

Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.

They stayed with a friend for a few weeks before she decided to leave the city all together. Kris moved her and her kid to Paris. She knew enough French from learning it in school and it was a requirement for Doctors Without Borders. In Paris, she worked at Hôpital Universitaire Pitié Salpêtrière, the top hospital in the city. She really started to make a life and a name for herself. Her kid was thriving too. She dated around for the next few years but never anything serious. Kris never thought about moving back home to Northknot but when her child started asking questions about their species that she couldn’t answer, she thought home would be the best place for her kid to explore and learn about themselves in a safe environment.

So Kris decided to move back to Northknot knowing it would be the best place for Parker at this pivotal time in their life. Now, after six months, she’s finding her footing again. She’s slowly started reconnecting with Jon, meeting each other’s kids and starting to bridge the old gap between them, though she hasn’t shared this with the rest of the family yet. While keeping firm boundaries with her parents, she does allow them some supervised time with Parker. Meanwhile, Parker has settled well, making new friends at school and spending time with their aunt and uncles. Kris has built a good reputation at work and found a close circle of friends both inside and outside the hospital. Despite the city facing threats from a rogue supernatural group, a risk she understood before moving, Kris feels at home and has no regrets about her decision to return.

[fairywilds]

EZRA LAUGHED LIKE SHE'D CAUGHT him unguarded , which was actually quite hard to do as of lately . as a self-proclaimed romantic himself , weddings had a way of doing that to him . he rolled the champagne glass slowly between his fingers as his eyes couldn't stop watching her f r a m e in that dress . ❝ that’s usually when people make decisions they swear they’ll only make once , ❞ ezra commented . ❝ and , if i'm h o n e s t in answering your question , then , i feel as if . . . i'm not the kind of trouble you plan for . i'm the kind you let happen when the night feels a little too good to be true . ❞ his smile turned sharp , knowing . ❝ i don’t deal much in f o r e v e r . not lately . but i do believe in real moments , with the right people . so if you're asking if this is an ending or a beginning ?? then , well , for once , i am not sure i want to name it . ❞ ezra confessed .

[kristinhenderson]

Kris’s smile softened at that, something quieter slipping into her expression like a candle being lit in a room you didn’t realize was dark. She took a slow sip of champagne, eyes never leaving his. “Mm,” she murmured, voice low. “That’s dangerous, Ezra. Because I’m not asking you for forever.” She stepped in just a little, close enough that it felt intentional, close enough that it felt like a choice. Her gaze flicked to his mouth for half a second before returning to his eyes. “I’m asking you for this.” A beat. “For the kind of moment that makes the rest of the year look like it was just… waiting.” Then, with a faint smirk, she tilted her glass toward him again. “So. Are we letting it happen… or are you gonna make me do all the chasing tonight?”

[fairywilds]

EZRA’S GAZE LINGERED ON HER A MOMENT longer than strictly polite , but not in the way men usually stared . it was something sharper , assessing , like something in him had noticed something else beneath the surface . maybe even something she hadn't wanted others to see . he tended to have a rather d i s c e r n i n g eye , or maybe dragons just tended to do that to rooms . or maybe it was the other way around and rooms did that to dragons . either way , there was something magnetic about the woman who sat across from him now . he’d learned , over the long years , never to dismiss his instincts . and right now , his instincts were yelling at him to get to know her more . ❝ a pedestal implies restraint , ❞ he responded with a slight smile . ❝ and i’ve never been very good at pretending i don’t want things . but i will say this , ❞ ezra added , voice dropping just a fraction , ❝ i don’t usually d r i n k while i'm working . but . . . crossing lines after my shift ?? ❞ he paused . ❝ i wouldn't be opposed to that , if it's with someone like you . ❞ he expressed with a smirk .

[kristinhenderson]

Kris’s smile sharpened at the edges, the kind that meant she’d just been handed exactly the sort of trouble she liked best: honest, confident, and just reckless enough to be interesting. “Mm,” she hummed, eyes flicking over his face like she was committing him to memory on purpose. “I respect a man who doesn’t pretend.” She slid her empty glass a few inches forward, then rested her elbow on the bar again, chin tipping slightly as she looked at him. “After your shift, then,” she said, like she was agreeing to something simple. Like she wasn’t already picturing it. A beat. “But I’m warning you now,” Kris added, voice low and amused, “I’m not the kind of woman you can impress with a fancy pour and a pretty speech. I’m gonna ask questions.” Her gaze held his, steady and warm. “So if you’re inviting me to cross lines with you… you better be sure you actually want me on the other side of them.”

[mcnstercus]

closed starter - grace & kristin ( @kristinhenderson )

Grace exited the surgical floor with her sister after another surgery on Silas' leg, having her as the anesthesiologist in that surgery with her. Her own hip bothering her from the standing. "Hey, do you have any ibuprofen or icy hot or something?" she asked, limping slightly. She needed to try and stretch it a bit, feeling a bit off on it.

[kristinhenderson]

Kris clocked the limp immediately—because of course she did. She slowed without making a big deal of it, already digging into her coat pocket. “Yeah. Always,” she said, pressing a couple ibuprofen into Grace’s palm like it was muscle memory. “I carry meds like other people carry lip balm.” She glanced down at Grace’s hip, brows knitting just a touch. “Standing that long during ortho cases is a hate crime, by the way.” A beat, softer. “You stretch tonight. Ice it. If it’s still hurting tomorrow, you text me—don’t be brave, be smart.”

[fairywilds]

ENDIMION SLOWED HIS WALK JUST ENOUGH that she could catch up beside him , though his gaze remained forward , t r a c i n g certain aspects of the building as if attending to a some mental checklist . ❝ if it were my clan , ❞ he responded , fingertips gliding over a weathered archway . ❝ i'd assume the thing you’re facing is older than i am . and , then i suppose i would think of what i know about old things . they often don’t respond to force . they don't shift because of emotion . they have strong instincts , possible debts , or even preferred territories . ❞ he paused only long enough to think . ❝ then i would ask the real question . not ❛ how do i kill it ❜ ?? but , more so , ❛ what does it want ❜ ?? ❞ his tone stayed contemplative . ❝ ancient things like rules , even the cruel ones . they often don’t stray from their own logic . that’s why they’re d a n g e r o u s . but that's also why they can be outmaneuvered . ❞ he moved deeper into the building , his boots making slight noise against the tile . ❝ i’d map the pattern . find the b o u n d a r y it won’t cross . every being has one . and then i'd put myself there , and make it cross me first . ❞ his brow knit , thoughtful rather than grim . ❝ you don’t need a name yet . patterns should come first . ❞ endimion advised her .

[kristinhenderson]

Kris stopped walking. Just for a second. Long enough to let his words settle in her bones where instinct lived. Then she exhaled through her nose, something like a laugh but heavier. Realer. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “That tracks. Old things always want something. Power, attention, obedience—rent, basically.” A corner of her mouth lifted, dry. “Figures you’d frame it like a lease dispute.” She turned, meeting his gaze fully now—no armor, no titles, no fire in her eyes. Just resolve. “Patterns first. Boundaries. Make it move on my terms.” A beat. “I can do that.” And she meant it. Dragons were good at waiting. Better at holding lines. She rolled her shoulders, tension easing just a notch. “You didn’t sugarcoat it. I appreciate that.” Then, softer, sincere: “And… thank you. For answering like it was your clan.” Kris stepped back toward the door, rainlight spilling in from the street. “I’ll figure out what it wants. When I do—” a glance over her shoulder, sharp but fond, “—I might be back to argue semantics with an elf who thinks curses and contracts are basically the same thing.” A pause. A smirk. “Try not to sell this place before then.”

[hxrricvnes]

LUCAS LET OUT A BREATH HE DIDN’T REALISE HE’D BEEN HOLDING, something caught between relief and exhaustion. her words—you’d still open the door—hit h a r d e r than he wanted them to. he didn’t look away this time. “ yeah, well. ” he muttered, shoulders lifting in a half-shrug, “ leaving you outside felt a little too dramatic, even for us. ” but there was no bite to it. just a quiet honesty he didn’t bother dressing up.

he pushed off the couch, rubbing a hand over his face before letting it fall back to his side. “ you don’t have to prove anything in a day. ” he said, voice low but steadier now. “ i know showing up isn’t easy. wasn’t easy then, sure as hell isn’t easy now. but… you’re here. ” he hesitated, swallowing down whatever else tried to rise. “ that counts for something. ”

when she stood, he watched her, a faint tug pulling at the corner of his mouth despite himself. the familiar tilt of her head, the way she tried to shift the air—yeah, he remembered that. “ double? ” he echoed, rolling his eyes as he reached for his jacket draped over the back of the chair. “ you trying to bankrupt yourself on the first day of sticking around? ” he tugged the sleeve on, shaking his head. “ fine. but if you drop me halfway through this whole ‘staying’ thing, i’m keeping the leftovers. ”

he stepped past her, opening the door but pausing before crossing the threshold. his voice softened, barely above a breath.

“ c’mon. i’m starving. ”

it wasn’t forgiveness. but it was a start.

[kristinhenderson]

Kris smiled—small, real, the kind she didn’t give away lightly. Not triumphant. Not relieved. Just… there. She stepped aside to let him pass, brushing her shoulder lightly against his as he moved by, grounding without crowding. “Deal,” she said quietly. “But you can keep the leftovers. I'll still keep showing up.”

She grabbed her jacket, keys already in hand, then glanced back at him with that familiar mix of humor and promise. “And for the record? I’m not planning on dropping anything this time. But if I do—” a beat, softer, honest, “—you get to call me on it.” Then she opened the door wider, letting the night in. “Now hurry up before I start ordering without you. I’m not responsible for what happens when I’m hungry.”

[immcrtalsx]

Jon chuckled softly, "I think you should keep the fire jokes out of the speeches. Bit of a touchy subject in our family," he pointed out but nodded, "Yes, I'm sure," he added after a moment. He felt relief flood through him when she agreed to it though. Even if it took years to make things right with Grace and Lucas, at least he knew that Kris was already on his side.

Hugging her back tightly, Jon buried his face in her shoulder as he appreciated the moment for as long as he could. Outside of being with Alec, he couldn't remember feeling this happy in a long time. He laughed again as he pulled away, "No it does not. I write my own vows, thank you very much," he retorted, "Besides, do I strike you as a the type that likes Coldplay?" he paused, "Don't answer that."

[kristinhenderson]

Kris let out a breathy laugh against his shoulder, the kind that was half relief, half don’t-make-me-cry-in-your-kitchen. “Okay, okay—no fire jokes. Noted. I’ll keep my material… responsibly flammable.” She pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes soft, a little glassy but steady. Proud. Always proud of him. She reached up and straightened the collar of his shirt on instinct, muscle memory from a lifetime ago kicking in.

“And for the record,” she added, tone lighter now, “you absolutely do strike me as someone who’s cried to a Coldplay song at least once. I won’t say which one. I’m merciful like that.” A pause, then gentler. “But I’m really honored, Jon. Truly. I’ve got you—start to finish. No disappearing acts.” Kris grabbed her coffee again and leaned back against the counter like she wasn’t going anywhere. “Now,” she said, arching a brow, “are we sitting, or are you gonna keep standing there like you didn’t just emotionally body-check your sister before noon?”

[hxrricvnes]

“ easily bought? ” ari scoffed, THOUGH A HINT OF AMUSEMENT CUT THROUGH THE SOUND. “ please. i just know when to take a bribe and make it work for me. ” she leaned back, legs stretching under the table, a lazy sort of confidence in her posture. “ you think luck plays favourites— i think it just gets bored and picks whoever’s having the most fun. ” her gaze flicked toward parker, then back to kris, smirk tugging wider. “ and for the record, if parker needs a ride, i’ve got them covered. can’t have their criminal mastermind reputation tank because you’re a sore loser. ”

she raised her glass in an unhurried toast, eyes glinting. “ guess that means you’re overdue for a winning streak, then. just don’t start gloating— i’ll revoke your candy privileges, and no one likes a cocky dragon. ”

[kristinhenderson]

Kris barked out a laugh, sharp and real, the kind that slipped past her guard before she could stop it. “Oh wow—revoking candy privileges? That’s cold,” she said, pressing a hand to her chest like she’d been wounded. “You really are a menace. I respect it.” She glanced at Parker, then back to Ariyah, eyes warm but wicked. “And for the record, I’m not a sore loser. I’m a strategic sulker. There’s a difference.” She nudged her piece forward on the board, tapping it once like she was sealing a promise. “Winning streaks come and go. Legends? We’re patient.”

Kris lifted her glass to clink it gently against Ariyah’s. “But you’re right about one thing,” she added, quieter, softer—honest without making a fuss of it. “This? This is fun. And luck can hang out with us as long as it behaves.” A beat. That familiar smirk returned. “Now roll the dice, detective. Let’s see who luck’s bored with tonight.”

[kristinhenderson]

Kris stood just off the dance floor, the last echoes of her brother’s wedding still humming in her chest—joy, unreal, the kind that sneaks up on you when you’re not looking. She turned toward Ezra with an easy smile that didn’t bother pretending to be casual, champagne finally raised but untouched. “Tonight’s been… weirdly perfect,” she admitted, gaze lingering on his a second longer than strictly polite. “Family miracles, vows, second chances. It’s got me feeling dangerously romantic.” A soft laugh, low and warm. She tipped her glass slightly in his direction. “So tell me—are you the kind of trouble I end the year with… or the kind I start the next one holding onto?” @fairywilds

[kristinhenderson]

Kris slipped up beside Mirabella near the edge of the mini reception, champagne flute in hand, eyes already clocking the sling like it was charted in her brain. Of course it was. She gave her a once-over, lips quirking. “You know,” she said lightly, “most people use weddings as an excuse to dance, not to accessorize with orthopedic hardware.” She nudged her glass toward hers in a soft clink. “How’s the shoulder holding up? And don’t give me the heroic answer—I work with you. I know what you mean when you say ‘fine.’” A beat, her gaze warming. “I’m really glad you made it out tonight, though. Feels illegal to let Jon get married without half the hospital watching.” @howmcnythings

[alectronathegoddess]

🎇 Elidi-Henderson New Year’s Eve Wedding 🎇

ft. the Best Man, Kristin Henderson (@kristinhenderson), and the Groomsmen, Grace (@mcnstercus) & Lucas Henderson (@hxrricvnes)

[immcrtalsx]

Jon froze at first when he heard Grace's voice. The thought of his sister joining them for the dinner had crossed his mind when thinking of what Kris could be hiding but then he turned to see Lucas too. Both of his younger siblings being there was an idea he had brushed off. He was still in utter disbelief that they had agreed to be in the wedding party after everything. He felt tears stinging his eyes - happy ones - and he grinned, "You're all here," he said, stating the obvious. His hands twitched as he resisted the urge to hug them all. Was it too soon for that? He didn't know. He cleared his throat, swallowing the lump forming, "Thank you," he continued, smiling at each of them in turn, "This means... It means a lot."

@kristinhenderson & @mcnstercus & @hxrricvnes

[hxrricvnes]

LUCAS FOUND HIMSELF GIVING GRACE A POINTED LOOK–- not only could he not remember the last time the four were together... he couldn't even remember the last time he WANTED them to be together. but he brushed that thought away to focus on the present moment. when the elder two arrived at the table, lucas found himself unable to look away from his older brother. trying to read him. to understand.forcing himself to look away only when a waitress stopped by to place four waters down and mention how she'd give them a moment before returning. that small interruption was what he needed though. “ figured tonight could be a test run.. in case you need to uninvite kris to the wedding or something. ” he joked. though it was half true, but he was sure they'd all know he wasn't actually thinking kris would be the one uninvited. “ we all wanted to celebrate with you. ”

@mcnstercus, @kristinhenderson, and @immcrtalsx

[mcnstercus]

Grace smiled at her eldest brother's surprised face. It made her remember why she really wanted to be here. For him, for them to show up for him for once. "Well, we made a deal didn't we? Actually show up for each other, in the way they know. You don't think we'd miss doing this for you, do you? Miss your wedding? Hell no."

( @kristinhenderson / @immcrtalsx / @hxrricvnes )

[kristinhenderson]

Kris’s grin softened at Jon’s reaction, the jokes draining right out of her like air from a balloon. She stepped closer, resting a hand briefly at his back—grounding, steady. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “We’re here. On purpose.” Then her eyes slid to Lucas. She didn’t push. Didn’t joke. Just met him where he was. “Test run’s fair,” she said, a corner of her mouth lifting as she sat down. “No pressure, though. Just… dinner.” A beat. Honest, bare. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you showed up.” She glanced around the table, exhaled like she’d been holding it for years. “Look at us,” she added, softer, almost amused. “No parents. No fire alarms. Just us. Kinda wild.” @immcrtalsx @hxrricvnes & @mcnstercus

[immcrtalsx]

Jon could tell there was something else. Even after the years of not seeing each other, he could always tell when she was hiding something. It was in the jittery way she moved. Still, he didn't say anything because he knew she wouldn't tell him anyway. He smiled as she cut the engine, "Sounds like heaven," he replied, "I'm more than ready," he added. Jon undid his seatbelt, opened the car door and got out. He waited for Kris to walk around before he started heading in himself.

@hxrricvnes, @kristinhenderson & @mcnstercus

[hxrricvnes]

LUCAS AND GRACE HAD ARRIVED TOGETHER–- after picking her up, he spent a lot of the ride going back and forth with his sister. lucas was glad they seemed to be on the same page. both a bit unsure but wanting WILLING to try. “ it feels stupid to be nervous about this... ” he spoke allowed, mainly to himself, but also to grace. they had arrived and had been seated right away, just waiting for kris and jon to show up. the man wasn't on good terms with E I T H E R of his older siblings. but this was him trying. “ it's show time. ” he said dryly to grace when he spotted the two elder siblings enter the restaurant.

@mcnstercus, @kristinhenderson, & @immcrtalsx

[mcnstercus]

"Well, it doesn't really help that I don't even remember the last time we were in a room all together, at least not without Mom and Dad saying shit," Grace said about him being nervous. "I think, as long as like, we're doing things on our own, it'll be fine. We could all definitely use a do-over, and first steps really mean showing up, especially for a wedding." Grace looked up to see Kris and Jon walking in, holding her hand up for them. "We got this," she muttered back to Lucas, plastering on a smile when the two made it to the table. "Neither of you better be on call tonight, because out of everyone, it would be me since I'm still a resident."

( @kristinhenderson / @immcrtalsx / @hxrricvnes )

[kristinhenderson]

Kris took exactly two steps toward the table before she stopped dead, then slowly turned her head to Jon with a look that screamed caught red-handed but smug about it. “Okay,” she said lightly, lifting both hands in mock surrender. “So. About the ‘just you and me’ part—” Her grin broke wide as she nodded toward Grace and Lucas. “Surprise.” Then, softer, fond, a little emotional but still very Kris, “You didn’t think I’d let you do this without all of us, right? Bachelor dinner upgrade. You’re welcome.” @immcrtalsx @hxrricvnes & @mcnstercus

[kristinhenderson]

Kris eased the car into a parking spot like she wasn’t absolutely vibrating with secrets, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming against it like it owed her money. The restaurant glowed warm through the windshield—string lights, clinking glasses, the illusion of a calm, normal dinner. Lies. All of it. She cut the engine and glanced over at Jon, casual as she could manage. “Alright,” she said, unbuckling, voice light, rehearsed. “One quiet dinner, decent drinks, and no one pages us from the hospital; just you, me, and good food. I’m setting expectations early.” A beat. She smiled at him—soft, fond, a little proud in that older-sister way she wore like armor. “You ready, Chief?” @immcrtalsx @hxrricvnes & @mcnstercus

[kristinhenderson]

The reception was a kaleidoscope of glitter, masks, and questionable dance moves—but Kris moved through it all like she owned the room. The beige cropped top and skirt combo clung and flowed in the right places, simple but commanding, the kind of look that didn’t need a crown to make the point. A few guests had already called her “Mother of Dragons,” to which she’d only smirked and said, “You have no idea.” She’d just grabbed another drink when she spotted him—Vik, in all black, head to toe. An outlaw aesthetic that somehow looked too natural on him, like he hadn’t even dressed up, just stepped out of some half-forgotten century. Figures. Kris drifted closer, the hem of her skirt whispering against the floor. “You really committed to the ‘mysterious danger’ bit, huh?” she teased, tilting her head as the overhead lights caught the faint shimmer of her jewelry. “You’re lucky I’m not still in my lab coat—this whole thing would’ve felt like a metaphor.” She took a sip of her drink, eyes cutting back to him with a spark of humor and something warmer beneath it. “Daenerys and an outlaw walk into a wedding… sounds like the start of a bad joke. Or a dangerous one.” @hxrricvnes

[kristinhenderson]

Halloween 2025: Kristin Henderson as Queen Daenerys I Targaryen from Game of Thrones

[kristinhenderson]

Kris was hunched over a diner booth table, still in scrubs and looking like she’d been personally wronged by the passage of time. Her coffee sat untouched, cooling fast. “So,” she said, “my kid’s thirteen now. Thirteen.” She dragged a hand down her face. “Overnight they went from asking me to braid their hair to telling me I ‘don’t get it.’ Like, sorry, I didn’t realize being born before TikTok made me prehistoric.” She sighed, leaned back, and muttered, “They spent twenty minutes this morning arguing with me about curfew, and I swear, if I close my eyes, I can still hear the toddler version of them saying ‘please five more minutes, Mom.’ Now it’s ‘you don’t trust me,’ like I’m some kind of tyrant.” A pause. Then, dryly, “If anyone knows how to survive a teenage dragon hatchling in human form, I’m taking notes. And maybe a drink menu.”