nightwalker [closed to Anita]
Henry is inside this evening, wearing an apron with a floral pattern and cooking.
The door to his room is open, and the window as well, letting in the cool evening air. He seems preoccupied, though in reality he is acutely aware of everything going on around him as he stirs the chili in the pot on his stove. It's not for him, of course; he'd have no use for it.
It is for a certain someone that he's hoping will come by tonight, if she's not already there. He's humming 'Greensleeves' under his breath, and keeps looking at the ring on his left hand ring finger.
If only, if only.
As it says - for Anita, though if someone else really wants a vampire boy, they can talk to me.
The door to his room is open, and the window as well, letting in the cool evening air. He seems preoccupied, though in reality he is acutely aware of everything going on around him as he stirs the chili in the pot on his stove. It's not for him, of course; he'd have no use for it.
It is for a certain someone that he's hoping will come by tonight, if she's not already there. He's humming 'Greensleeves' under his breath, and keeps looking at the ring on his left hand ring finger.
If only, if only.
As it says - for Anita, though if someone else really wants a vampire boy, they can talk to me.