An Opportune Defenestration
Since Mal had moved in, Henry had given up, more and more, little pieces of Camilla. His concession to her now was simply that the heeled boots he wore with his black ensemble were baby blue, and he’d still refused to redecorate her home in any way. He’d also been going out more, and his gradual reentry into society had led him here. To a wealthy wizarding shopping district, desperately trying to get Alaric Avery to buy something that did not look like a circulation-killing button-up.
It was growth. It was also a way to take his mind off the past few weeks- a pastel baseball bat, screaming, a relapse, satisfaction-
“Have you ever considered something that doesn’t have buttons?” he asked, flipping through a rack of muted tunics. He plucked a stormy grey one and held it up, eyes flicking from it to Alaric. “This one would bring out your eyes. Also it wouldn’t strangle you. And it’s easy to get off.”
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