#henrypearl

[rhiannaskars]

he looks so soft 😭

[acantha-j-roberts]

Sick Prompt (Sickfic Game)- Bill Skarsgard Edition (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/tm2uC6ijpbb Answering questions from the "Random Sickfic Question Game", about characters portrayed by Bill Skarsgard The first few stories will be examples of each version/variation of the game. There is 6 example stories, please read "The Random Sickfic Question Game"( Another fanfic on my account) Warning!!!! Medical Description, violence, gore, sexual content, drug use, alcohol & sensitive content.

6 new Sickfic answers/stories. Enjoy 

[henrypearl]

claw-foot tub.

It was midnight when we reached the flat. The rain had caught us off-guard, soaking us thoroughly. We changed into dry clothes that we scavenged from closets and drawers: Scott wore cotton pants, Claire had on a tattered kimono and I had found striped pajamas that were a size smaller than I preferred. It was quiet in the flat; the only sound being the rain and the soft pat of our bare feet on the wooden floor. Claire drew up a bath with water that steamed, but was only a few inches deep. I found a dusty bottle in the pantry and Scott located a corkscrew. We sat on the edge of the claw-foot tub, our feet submerged in the warmth, passing the dusty bottle around and listening to the rain.

[henrypearl]

muse.

I sit in a dark café and drink a dark coffee as the rain comes down outside. I try not to think of you, but you keep appearing in my mind. Is it strange that you have such a hold on me? Perhaps it is (we only met twice), but it is true nonetheless. You were able to coax me into revealing much of myself, while I learned little of you. Maybe you will always be a mystery, a memory, a muse.

[henrypearl]

bricks.

What Henry noticed most about the city were the bricks. Brick walls, brick streets, brick houses. Bricks, bricks, bricks. He had come from a place where bricks were rare. In his hometown, builders didn’t use bricks often due the fact the earthquakes were common and bricks had a tendency to jump around when the ground started shaking. Bricks were rare, but not absent.

His father’s house had a brick chimney and when Henry was young and it was rainy and cold, he had sat in front of the fireplace until his back became too hot and he would have to move. Sometimes the cat would join him in this test of endurance. The cat would always win. The cat was a tough cat.

The coffee shop that he used to frequent had been made of bricks. He had spent a couple hours there nearly everyday, drinking coffee, reading, and pretending to study. It had been his first year of college and he may or may not have loved the girl who had worked there.

His hometown had more bricks, but those were the ones that he chose to remember.

[henrypearl]

the cafe.

Henry was there again, sitting at the table and drinking coffee. He had some pretext for being in the coffee shop (this time it was studying for an exam), but the reality was that he liked spending time there. He liked the mismatched bricks that held the wall together and the sound of milk steaming. He liked the damp lights that cast a warmish, dull tone on the faded black chairs and chipped mugs. The art that hug on the wall rotated every few months, but it rarely caught his attention.

It had been two (or was it three?) years since he first walked in and asked for a cup of coffee. He had sat at the table closest to the bar, which that gave him the best view of the people who walked in and the opportunity to talk to the tall redhead who smiled at him when she took his order. He drank his coffee and read a chapter from a book. After contemplating a muffin, he decided against it. He shrugged on his coat and nodded to the redhead as he walked out.

Months past and he began to go to the café more often, twice or three times a week. One night the redhead told him her name and then asked for his. They talked for a few minutes until someone came through the door and he moved to let her get on with her job. The next time he came in all the tables were full, occupied with college students studying, working, and flirting. After ordering his tea, he sat at the bar and began to read. Minutes later, the girl drifted over. She was there to do dishes and the sink was opposite to Henry. He looked up from his book and said something meaningless to her. She said something back and they laughed.

Time went on as it does and they grew closer. When Henry ordered his drink he would ask her to surprise him and she would. He learned that she liked birds and would go on long runs in the hills looking for a species that was new to her. On one occasion, Henry told her that he was starting a garden and the next time that they meet, she gave him a packet of kale seeds. Although she was a vegan, they often shared desserts that were broken (or broken by her) and could therefore not be sold to paying customers. Henry concluded that although she was a vegan, exceptions were made for cheesecakes, pies, muffins, cakes, cookies and other things that she wanted to eat. She told him her schedule and soon he would only go to the café when he knew she would be there. They made plans to meet-up outside of the coffee shop. They never did.

Eventually the girl, with her tangled red hair and quick smile, moved away; she was helping children in the Colorado Mountains. He had her phone number and she had his, yet neither called the other. They had had their time together and that was enough. Henry didn’t miss her; rather he missed being with her.