#;henry

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@narrativeabducted

One day, after a long stretch of silence, a letter arrives for Percy, but the writing on the envelope is not Victor's at all. When Percy should find the time to read it, he'll see that is certainly not from Victor, but from someone else entirely.

Dear Percy,

I am sure this might be a bit confusing to you, so let me explain. My name is Henry Clerval. I've been Victor's friend since childhood. I am currently here in Ingolstadt with him, as I was planning on studying here, but he has grown very, very ill, so I have been taking care of him.

We have been receiving your letters, but he honestly doesn't seem to understand when I read them. It's a terrible fever, you see. He has many convulsions throughout the day and the rest of the time is spent either sleeping or speaking incoherently about things I don't quite understand. He talks about his project with you, how he's done something terrible, how he wishes whatever it is that he's done could be taken back.

I don't mean to worry you, but this is why he hasn't written you back in some time. I am concerned that he might not survive the winter if this keeps up. I'm doing all that I can. If you'd like, I can keep you updated. I understand that he adores you.

I hope this finds you well, Henry Clerval

[arfarfpsycho]

@fairiebrooke

Having gone outside of Storybrooke to go slaying, Cait had spent some time at a club dancing and trying to find someone to help her get rid of the double H’s.  The fact that the only face she seemed to see in her mind was Henry was slightly disconcerting because really she didn’t do emotions well especially when it came to the need to get off.  And yet, it was the rather polite charming Henry instead of any of these sleazy jerks.

With a growl, she headed back into the small town and looking for her friend.  Mostly because it seemed her mind was hell bent on her going to him.  Finding him by himself, thank god as his mothers scare the crap out of her, Cait sauntered over to him dropping down to sit astride his lap, arms around his neck and a coy smirk on her lips, “Hey Watcher-boy.”

[solsdootdats]

waves arm expression practiceeeeee i mean what do you mean i draw gil too much

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@wretchedadam

In all honesty, Henry is not sure what to expect when he pushes the door open to what Victor calls his laboratory. It's less a laboratory and more a shabby, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Ingolstadt, but it doesn't really matter. Victor seemed...half hysterical and half serious. He gets like that sometimes, but shoved the key into Henry's hand and told him to go see for himself. I cannot bear to look right now.

He unlocks the padlock keeping the door shut and slowly pushes it open, holding up a lantern so he's not stumbling in the dark towards whatever it is that Victor has created. "Hello?" he quietly calls out, shutting the doors behind him.

All he can make out is the shape of...something, something large, much larger than him. Christ alive, what has Victor done? "Is there anyone in here?"

[arfarfpsycho]

💋‍ - Henry (cause yes)

@fairiebrooke

Cait arched her neck and sighed at the feeling of his lips on her flesh, “Yer really learnin’ on how ta tease aren’t ye?”  Reaching back and gripping the back of his neck to hold his head in place.

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@souleris said: “ who do you think i am ? ” / william gaslighting henry lets go

How is he even supposed to answer that?

So much has gone wrong. So much has turned out entirely different from how it was supposed to. William was his friend, emphasis on the was, and now he feels like he doesn't even know him anymore. Henry was manipulated. Expertly. He thinks of Charlie, thinks of all the other children that are dead because, what, because he was too blind to see the monster before him?

He takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "I wish I knew. What the hell is wrong with you, William?" Henry's voice breaks slightly, his jaw clenching. Was it jealousy? Was it a power trip? Something else? All of these questions rush through his mind, but he can't bring himself to ask. Maybe he doesn't want to know.

"Whoever you are now, well, I'm not particularly interested in knowing him."

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@wretchedadam said: ❝ You make me feel safe. ❞ [x]

Henry blinks, a small smile appearing on his face as he looks up at the creature. "Someone has to, I suppose. Victor is..." He trails off for a moment, sighs. "He's coming around. Slowly. I don't mind it, though. Helping you, I mean." He's moved the creature to his apartment, despite Victor's protests, removed his chains, made sure he's fed and warm and safe. "He's got a one track mind, unfortunately. When things don't go his way, he reacts very poorly. It's alright. Nothing to do with you."

He looks through his bookshelf, trying to find something to read. The creature's language is coming along quicker than anticipated, though perhaps due to Henry's eagerness to read to him, to talk to him, to show him the things that Victor is hesitant to do. Better that way, maybe, because Henry has far more patience than Victor ever has.

"Here. We can start this." He pulls his copy of The Aeneid off of his bookshelf, moving to sit down next to the creature. "Since we've read the Iliad and the Odyssey, this is the next step, I think. It's not by Homer, but a man named Vergil, a story of how a man named Aeneas escaped Troy. Would you like to read this? Or something else?"