Anti-OTP: Henry Fitzroy/Quincey

[quinceypmorris]

When nightfall hits, Quincey goes out for one of his walks, heading for the forest. He's learned too well how dangerous the dark can be, but he's a hunter by his nature. The way to deal with danger is not to be afraid, but to go out and sidle up next to it, get good and comfortable with it. These days, he knows nighttime pretty damn well.

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[fitzroyal]

Henry comes trotting outside a few minutes later, head down and hands in his pockets, looking a bit distracted, also heading for the woods and not really watching where he's going.

[quinceypmorris]

"Good evening." Quincey greets him with a short bow, almost more like a nod.

[fitzroyal]

Henry turns and stops, registering him and then recognizing him.

He inclines his head. "Good evening."

[quinceypmorris]

Quincey, lacking any sort of preternatural ability to see in the dark, and having only the fuzziest memory of Jonathan being bitten, has no idea who he's talking to, although something about this situation is a little unsettling.

"Out for a walk?"