prince of men face? [open]

[fitzroyal]

 Henry hasn't been out and about for a while, but he's descended tonight, early in the evening. He looks fairly normal - with things going better with Anita, the color of his eyes is almost back to human hazel, just a touch darker than they should be, and he could pass for a rather anemic human being. He seems relaxed, if a little bit thoughtful,

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[chevalier_boy]

Technically, it should be a young boy's bedtime, but there's a young lad who looks like he's about twelve or thirteen, curled up in an armchair with a doorstop of a fantasy novel. And he doesn't show much sign of setting it aside any time soon.

[fitzroyal]

He finishes the Lord's Prayer, crosses himself, and then turns. Something is making his skin itch and it's in this room. His gaze lights on the young boy with his huge book and the sensation intensifies. Henry tenses, slightly.

That's curious. Why...

He tucks the crucifix back under his shirt, against his skin, and wanders over, hands in the pockets of his nice pants. "Late for you to be up, isn't it?"

His voice is cultured, an air of the refined and slightly aristocratic to his bearing. The English accent is just barely there.

[chevalier_boy]

"Oh, not really, It's kind of a long story, but I don't really need to sleep, so I read a lot at night when there's no one around and I get lonely," he says, looking at toward the book.

[fitzroyal]

"What story?" Don't really need to sleep? He takes a deep breath of the air, but Riku doesn't smell like food, and there's just enough - yes. He frowns, eyes narrowing. That explains the prickly feeling.

Not vampire as he knows it, but he knows it's different here. The fact that he can be near any of them tells enough about that.

[tomboy_22]

Of course his girlfriend, sorry, his betrothed, will have to wander over.

It's -- been odd. Pushing thoughts of the other man as far as she can out of her mind in his presence, tuning into him, touching on to his energy, listening, as much as she can. Relearning him, by many ways. And she knows. No matter how she feels about Lucivar (that's still unclear, and she fears she's lost a friend), she is linked to Henry. And it's a good sort of link. A healthier one, in some ways. Less overwhelming.

And she'll be in this -- thoughtful -- frame of mind, looking at him quietly, not interrupting.

And thinking he's beautiful.

[fitzroyal]

Girlfriend, betrothed...beloved.

He smiles a little, feeling her there, attuned to her again himself, aware of her or striving to be aware of her now more than ever, what she needs, what she wants, where she is. It's not - he doesn't mean to obsess. He just doesn't want to lose track of her again. Literally or metaphorically.

It was a mistake last time, and he recognizes that. Jealousy is a sin and he ought to have remembered that.

"Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen."

He turns, finally, and looks at her, his eyes gleaming a little in the little light that's here this late. "I think," he murmurs, "I've ruined your sleep schedule."

[tomboy_22]

She smiles a little, just barely, quietly.

"It was fucked long before you came in my life, hon," she drawls. "You're taking way too much credit."

There's no bite in her tone, though, just quiet tenderness.

"Haven't heard mass in Latin since Philip disappeared." Pause. "Well. That's not exactly true."

Hm. She's meaning to bring up Parsifal.

[fitzroyal]

"I'll take the credit," he says, with a small smile back, "I'm selfish that way." He comes over, though, reaches out to smooth her hair back and kiss her forehead, and if there's just the slightest hitch before he makes the gesture...

It's not complete.

"Just the Lord's Prayer, I'm afraid. Is someone saying Mass in Latin?" He tenses, slightly, but in an alert rather than a worried way. Well now...

That makes him almost...hopeful.

[rob_fellows]

Here's an old friend who's in fact been thinking it was time to call on good ol'Fitz.

And he'll be sitting on the mantle momentarily, looking down at the vampire.

"Still practicing your Pater Noster, I see," he replies. "You know, they've hacked prettier faces for less, in my time."

He's teasing, being a bit of an ass. But underneath, it's fond. Robin's missed Henry.

[fitzroyal]

Henry says that if Robin ever calls him 'good ol' Fitz' to his face he will gladly smackabitch. We're not sure how serious he is. Probably pretty serious. Henry looks up at him, interrupting himself, and releases his crucifix, letting his hand drop to his side as he smirks, faintly.

"And of course, you were always a very good Christian, am I right?"

Henry doesn't mind. Not really. It's probably always been a staple of their relationship.

[rob_fellows]

Robin says he's welcome to try - he has good survival skills, as Henry might have noticed. >:D

"Worshiped at the altar of 'love your neighbor' every day, of course," he replies, chuckling.

"Gotta love hippies, huh?"

After all, this puck is old enough to have lived in Biblical times. He has a rather unique take on things.

[fitzroyal]

Henry has noticed! But that doesn't mean he can't try. And will. So help him.

"You must have horrified the Inquisition," he murmurs, with a little shake of his head and a bit more of a smirk around the corners of his mouth. "Along with, I'm sure, just about every other monotheistic religious institution since the Romans, but that's beside the point - and sometimes I think you like it that way."

[phedre_25]

Well. Here's an ex-girlfriend, Henry. An ex-girlfriend who is happy with her lovers, worried about her son, not married but feeling very committed to the men she loves, and generally, Iggy-related worries aside, feeling happy, stout, able. Phedre is, generally, in a good place, or trying to be, for those she loves.

And seeing Henry - in such contemplation. So serious. It does strange things to her. They didn't exactly part on good terms either.

But she can't bring herself to leave, so she's there and almost transfixed.

[fitzroyal]

He can feel her there, and takes a moment longer, holding Christ, in silent contemplation. Or possibly avoiding talking to her a moment later. He's not sure what to make of her or what happened there. Of course, he's not exactly accustomed to maintaining long term relationships, except for...Vicky, previously, and look how that ended.

He turns, finally, taking her in. She looks well. Her cheeks glow and she looks alive, healthy. Almost, he thinks dryly, in direct contrast to his current condition.

"Comtesse," he says, politely, and inclines his head, unsure how he should take this meeting.

[phedre_25]

Though Phedre has no need to bow to any peer, she curtsies to Henry, eyes averted, polite in the extreme.

"Your Lordship," she replies, quietly, eyes downcast before she brings them up to him.

"It has been some time."

Just stating the obvious, but also, perhaps, an invitation to conversation. Their story might have ended in sadness - it nonetheless was dear to her, and she recalls his arms around her waist as if it were yesterday. She's unsure what to think of this.

[fitzroyal]

"So it has. You look very well. Glowing, if I may say so." She smells sweet as well, but he's trying to ignore that. It's not as hard as it could be. Still not easy, but he'll consider it a challenge. (Right.) "You're flourishing."

He remembers her unhappiness and dissatisfaction, and he's glad to see it gone. Even if he's not at all sure how he feels about her now, and how they parted, and how much of it is on him or how much he regrets it.

There's just a lot of uncertainty surrounding her. Which he's not used to.

After the habitual three, it might be exaggerating a little >.>

[only_paul]

Paul isn't going to be happy to see you, Henry. After all this time, he thought you were gone. He thought perhaps the Master Vampire had left the Mansion. He was starting to have some sort of hope for himself.

And now. Now.

He's staring at the vampire's back, eyes on fire, and feeling desperate for a stake, which, for once, he left in his room.

Still has the garlic in his pockets, though, for what uselessness it has.

Oh, but this will be such fun!

[fitzroyal]

Henry would be very upset if you tried to stake him. We imagine other people might be, too. Namely Anita. And Henry didn't really want to see you either. But he is busy. Praying.

Although now that he's aware of Paul, his thoughts fragment and he almost feels his eyes darken. He remembers Helen. Still feels guilty for how that went, how it ended. It shouldn't have...his mistake, he knows that. But he was under an influence that night. And...

Well, no, he can understand. It's still frustrating.

"Paul," he says, finally, tucking the crucifix resignedly back under his shirt. "Isn't it?"

Probably more for us than for them! >.>

[only_paul]

Paul doesn't look happy to see you, Henry.

"Mr. Fitzroy," he says, and his tone is bland, his hand is shaking. "I see we meet again."

Where is my Helen, he wants to yell at Henry. What have you done with her? She left me. LEFT ME. Said she didn't love me.

He is (with due reason) absolutely irate about this and angry, and that probably oozes out of him, despite the calmness of his tone.

...a bit.

[fitzroyal]

Henry isn't particularly happy to see you either, Paul, but he is doing a considerably better job of hiding it. And just looks evenly at Paul. "Apparently so."

And you smell like food, at the moment. Blame the fact that he doesn't like you.