#henri tag.

[tls123]

ah francesca tanti auguriiii di buon compleanno!!! sfortunatamente non ho parlato italiano per qualche anni e sono fuori esercizio ma spero che hai un giorno bellissimo con molto amore, risata e torta! anyway sending you my love today and always<3

italian speaking henri plot twist????? "fuori esercizio" e poi parli benissimo 🙏🙏 better grammar than me, that's for sure but aaah

thank you so much, i love you 💞🥺🥺

[visionhcld]

Lili has learned over the last few months that Henri doesn't like being touched, and she isn't going to try and force him to. She would love to hold his hand, tuck his hair behind his ear, kiss his cheek the way he had several months ago. But she isn't going to. Just seeing his face is enough. Seeing his smile start coming to him easier than before makes each day worth it. She knows there is still so much he's fighting in his mind that keeps him up for days on end, exhaustion lining his face until he has no choice but to collapse, and she wishes, oh how she wishes, she could hold him and cradle his head in her lap and brush his hair off his forehead. She wants to help him feel better.

She isn't going to impede on his personal comfort, however. The pace he sets is what he needs, and Lili feels perfectly fine following it.

"Henri?" she says quietly as she walks softly past his room and sees the light still on and, through the crack in the door where it's been left open, him sitting at his desk. The knock she taps on the door is gentle, only enough to get his attention. "Are you alright? It's late."

          she is nothing if not respectful.  she is nothing if not polite.  she is, with an almost alarming consistently, attentive to his every need—  far more than her own, he’s come to suspect.  and though her affection for him is clear even at a well-practiced distance, a part of him still wonders if his growing love for her is—  could ever truly be—  right.

          he is, a t last, becoming used to her presence over his shoulder, at his side, though it’s taken weeks for him to stop jumping at shadows, to stop himself from sitting up expectantly through half the night.  she’s noticed this, too, he wagers.  and that’s why she’s come to check on him, to ask why he’s awake so late this time.  for once, it isn’t old habits or fresh fears that are keeping him awake.  no, it is actually something of a labor of love this time.

          “ lili? ”  he asks, turning in his chair to face the tiny crack in the door, though he already knows who it is.  he smiles, huffing a quiet laugh to himself.  “ you may come in. ”, he teases and the smile shifts slightly into something more akin to a grin.  a second later, the door crack widens.  he sets his work aside and shifts his chair, gesturing to another beside his desk, an invitation for her to take it once she’s let herself in.

          “ you needn’t worry.  for once, i can assure you i am still awake of my own volition. ”

[visionhcld]

"You don't have to pretend you don't know me," Nicola says with a smile when he sees Henri - Riton, he remembers him as - on the street trying to make himself small, as if Nicola won't see him. Perhaps before now, he wouldn't have paid him any mind. But now he knows who he is. And yet, the smile on Nicola's face remains polite, friendly, even as his eyes scrutinize the other man. "It's been quite a long time, though, hasn't it?"

          there is a moment where henri is almost certain he is settled into the shadow of an awning, unnoticed, unremarkable and entirely unmissed.  that moment, however, turns out to be unfortunately brief.  the famous—  or perhaps infamous— signore francesca sees much.  too much, it would seem...  though, of course, henri’s known that for quite some time now.

          when it becomes apparent that he will not escape this encounter unscathed, he manages to force his eyes up to meet nicola’s, blinking.  and as the other man crosses over to more properly see him, henri forces a look of confusion—  and carefully curated fear—  on his face.

          “ signore francesca— ”  he begins, quickly dipping his head, a nod played off to be some sort of bow.  “ forgive my rudeness.  but, i would be remiss not to mention that everyone in burlone knows you... ”  there is a pause, then, as the words land.  and his careful expression slips just for a moment, just a bit.  lowering his gaze once again to hide the slight frown that threatened to bloom, he draws a deep breath, settles himself and continues.

          “ as for me, i’m afraid i don’t know what you mean.  my apologies. ”

[deputystakes-arc]

     like !!!!! oh my god the question of. is the enemy of my enemy my friend. or my enemy. henri would rather not kill ashley  ( again, because of the trust built between them, when they were both slayers )  but ashley has the deep mindset of. I care about you but I must kill you. so kill you I must. 

and then there’s henri trying to appeal to christian because they were both destroyed at the hands of the programs they were a part of. like yes they are heads and tails when compared to one another but they are two sides of the same coin babey. henri embodies what horrible things one can do for survival and while he’s immensely fucking dangerous, he stars in a sad, sad story. he doesn’t care, and doesn’t see himself as pitiful  ( or powerful, he sees himself as a survivor, and a survivor only )   but if he has to remind christian that they’re both victims to get on his good side, that’s exactly what he’ll do. and if he has to kill ashley to ensure his survival, or get ashley and christian to turn against each other, since they, together, pose the biggest threat to him —— that is exactly what he’ll do.

[deputystakes-arc]

     also.   it’s absolutely  not  vigilante behavior or out of the good of his heart but. henri does kill most of the infected he comes across.   while most of them form groups, packs, almost,   ( ashley, and slayers in general, refer to them as nests )   henri is a solitary hunter.   and he doesn’t like groups of infected making messes that he’ll have to clean up if he wants to remain hidden.   so.   he picks them off.   that way his location gains no attention from those searching him out, and gets a blood supply in the process of making that so.

[levspeaks]

[bitterly] i guess it’s avant garde -- i don’t get it, she’s all revered -- pretty clear she’s trying hard -- is it me, or is this picture kind of weird?

[levspeaks]

henri has...no filter he’ll tell people on the subway what his therapist says about his mom leaving and then immediately regret it so much 

[levspeaks]

tired: that comment like “i bet they were together for like a couple months so the “we’d be five years this october” is really creepy” wired: they were together for 3.5 years and then the other guy (rightfully) broke up with him bc he couldn’t handle henri’s Mental Health and this song takes place a year after also the other guy had genuinely wanted to try being friends but henri was like “no lmao” also the other guy wasn’t mad at henri during the song so much as genuinely like “are you doing alright i know after the breakup you were a mess”