[Henry can’t quite bring himself to fully smile, despite his years of practice, but his lips do quirk at the corners just enough to quality as positive. In the wake of everything shifting to make room for this new connection, this unspoken promise, his mind is still in the process of cementing it as reality.]
...I guess you do have the advantage there.
[Behind them, the flames ravaging Vecna’s skin devour him completely. The grandfather clocks seated in the trees are gone, like they never existed. (They didn’t.)
But with a roar, those same flames vanish, guttering out completely — left in Vecna’s place is a young boy, a twelve year-old Henry. Bright eyes, all awkward, lanky limbs. He looks at them both, strangely content, and says:]
Good. You finally get something you want, Henry.
[And he, too, soon disappears in a burst of bright, golden sparkles, sparkling upwards through the night sky.]
no subject
...I guess you do have the advantage there.
[Behind them, the flames ravaging Vecna’s skin devour him completely. The grandfather clocks seated in the trees are gone, like they never existed. (They didn’t.)
But with a roar, those same flames vanish, guttering out completely — left in Vecna’s place is a young boy, a twelve year-old Henry. Bright eyes, all awkward, lanky limbs. He looks at them both, strangely content, and says:]
Good. You finally get something you want, Henry.
[And he, too, soon disappears in a burst of bright, golden sparkles, sparkling upwards through the night sky.]