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// OP of this account will be moving to a new one, made solely on my interpretation of Henry and Bendy as a franchise. Call it an AU if you want, but it's not fully fleshed out yet
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@0ficialshepherd — I don't know-?
Why would he anyways? The only two tones he's seen for a month are black and sepia, golden wasn't a natural occurrence
Was this a good golden or a bad golden? He felt fine- In fact, Henry hadn't felt more revitalized in days
— It's not-... bad?
Standing there, looking like a deer in headlights, the lost man stared at the door to the sanctuary
He had just been left there like a package, like he didn't matter
Props to the gal who at least helped him, but now he didn't know what to do next except... Well, knock
@0ficialshepherd Quite literally
The ink that was stained his palms and marked his cheeks with tear streaks lit up in a golden, swirling hue
When he finally pulled back, he saw Lawrence with new eyes. He may be hallucinating a bit, but he could swear he saw the musician's face clearly for once
@0ficialshepherd This was the only exception to the rule that everything that came from the ink was dangerous, this moment together. If Sammy could love him even now, then there was hope for them still
Hope, like a speck of light in a dark cavern, reignited with a new shine in Henry's chest
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@0ficialshepherd With his eyes closed, Henry found the maestro's lips under the ink. Just as soft as he always imagined them to be, and finally his to claim
@0ficialshepherd It was just a man and the feeling of home the rundown sanctuary gave to them both. It was just an artist and his muse
— And for the life of me, you won't need to beg any longer
And it was just a leap forward and a firm pull that disposed of the cardboard mask over Sammy's face+
@0ficialshepherd — Maybe it's just one of the things you say you'll do but keep putting up for later
— Or maybe, I didn't really have a good reason to actually put in effort on the search... Not when I already had everything I wanted right in front of me
@0ficialshepherd — But we've been here for a month, right? You said it, earlier. If I stayed for a whole month, what makes you believe I wanted to leave?
@0ficialshepherd — ... We are alone now
Henry said without really thinking
— You and me, mostly in silence...
He proceeded to wipe the ink from his cheeks, letting his hands absorb it back
— And I can't really see well, but I don't need a clear vision to know that you care... you're here
@0ficialshepherd — I mean... You're just giving reasons why you should stay mad, and as much as I agree... What made you stay back then? What did you see in me that outweighed the bad?
@0ficialshepherd Henry let out a sour chuckle
— Frustrating... Really frustrating
He stared at the ceiling, because staring at the masked man made him feel the full weight of judgement searing a hole in his skull
— If I was so infuriating to deal with, how come we ever became partners?
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@0ficialshepherd Henry listened, the one thing he often did. At least until he started feeling déjà but again
He hadn't really stopped to think about what he was saying or where he was going, just following the flow until this stopped him
— ... Have we had this conversation before?
@0ficialshepherd — I'm just...
His voice broke at last, just like before he got lost. The dry ink that stained his cheeks grew fresh again as he began to tear up a new wave of it
— I feel for you... And I'm sorry, truly
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