@staarraacer ♥ this.
late into the night, henry took to candlelight and pored over the books beatrice had stolen, complicated terminology worming its way into his aching temples until the tiny, faded words began to swim in and out.
and all he could think about was her. eva.
closing his eyes, he set the book down, massaging his temples. how had this happened? how could he have let someone he barely knew worm his way into his psyche like that? self-deprecating thoughts roared in his throbbing temples, beats of blood coursing through his dizzied mind.
she could never know. if she never knew, there would never be hope for... anything coming out of it. he would let her stay for as long as she needed and then she would leave. sooner or later, everything would be exactly like how it used to be.
... did he even want that?
a noise startled him out of his thoughts, dark eyes lifting to find...
“eva.” her name was said dumbly, in confusion, before henry snapped back to his senses. “did i... wake you up?”











