[It's been interesting, being connected the way they are. And it's been enough time that Henry can differentiate which emotions (sometimes spiking throughout the day, sometimes subtle) are his, and which are not. In that way, he has learnt to find it novel; little updates on what Fern's up to that he can guess at without having to dive into her mind to seek it out. Without having to text, to call, to even see her. It's a safe distance, one that somehow feels non-committal yet also present. He can accept that.
But there are other days when it distracts him. Emotions that are more than just warble in his thoughts, but a needle that bursts a balloon, nigh startling him when they happen. He's felt it more than once from her, lately. And Henry finds himself... curious.
He reaches out. Feigns checking up on her, even if it is not feigning at all. Claims a desire for excitement, of something more than the routine he's fallen into, which also isn't too departed from the truth.
This zone is, for all intents and purposes, quite interesting, indeed. When they exit their vehicle—or if they'd ridden in separately, with Fern taking her bike—he tilts his head towards the mansion at a distance with a quirking grin.]
Well. That looks cozy, if it wasn't for...
[He drifts off, letting her fill in the obvious. THERE IS A CHOCOLATE GOOPY RIVER IN THE WAY...]
[ This bond between them is, at times, something that Fern can let fade into the background. She doesn't always feel bits and pieces of Henry's emotions, but they will come through at random. These past few weeks have been fairly quiet ones, from his end, but she suspects that isn't the case from hers.
Her argument with Adrian at the beginning of the year, for one thing. After she had stormed out of their shared motel room, a part of her had even felt the urge to go find Henry. But... for what? Comfort? That concept had unsettled her even more, so she had resisted that inclination.
Then there had been the kidnapping. While there might have been some waves of concern or confusion echoing across her bond with Henry, she'd been pure business during that, tamping down on her own emotions to focus on the emergency at hand.
There'd been no word from him at first, and Fern had decided that was probably fine. She's aware that they're both uneasy about the bond and how it has some sort of sway on them, so giving into it can feel like a failure. That's why he hasn't been in touch, she surmises.
But then a message does eventually come. He doesn't ask many questions, at least not yet, simply expresses a desire to leave the city and find something "exciting."
Well, she's not opposed to that. And while she might resent it, she is interested in seeing him again. That resentment also isn't directed toward him so much as the nature of the bond itself.
So, here they are. Fern takes it all in, glancing over at the sound of Henry's soft, lilting voice. ]
... At least it shows its true nature on the outside, rather than hiding it within. [ Which isn't to say that the interior of the mansion won't also be unpleasant in some way, but there's only one way to find out. She tilts her head up, meeting Henry's gaze. ] Well? Do you want to proceed?
[ Her emotions are calm and controlled for now. It doesn't seem that she considers this odd river much of an obstacle. ]
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But there are other days when it distracts him. Emotions that are more than just warble in his thoughts, but a needle that bursts a balloon, nigh startling him when they happen. He's felt it more than once from her, lately. And Henry finds himself... curious.
He reaches out. Feigns checking up on her, even if it is not feigning at all. Claims a desire for excitement, of something more than the routine he's fallen into, which also isn't too departed from the truth.
This zone is, for all intents and purposes, quite interesting, indeed. When they exit their vehicle—or if they'd ridden in separately, with Fern taking her bike—he tilts his head towards the mansion at a distance with a quirking grin.]
Well. That looks cozy, if it wasn't for...
[He drifts off, letting her fill in the obvious. THERE IS A CHOCOLATE GOOPY RIVER IN THE WAY...]
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Her argument with Adrian at the beginning of the year, for one thing. After she had stormed out of their shared motel room, a part of her had even felt the urge to go find Henry. But... for what? Comfort? That concept had unsettled her even more, so she had resisted that inclination.
Then there had been the kidnapping. While there might have been some waves of concern or confusion echoing across her bond with Henry, she'd been pure business during that, tamping down on her own emotions to focus on the emergency at hand.
There'd been no word from him at first, and Fern had decided that was probably fine. She's aware that they're both uneasy about the bond and how it has some sort of sway on them, so giving into it can feel like a failure. That's why he hasn't been in touch, she surmises.
But then a message does eventually come. He doesn't ask many questions, at least not yet, simply expresses a desire to leave the city and find something "exciting."
Well, she's not opposed to that. And while she might resent it, she is interested in seeing him again. That resentment also isn't directed toward him so much as the nature of the bond itself.
So, here they are. Fern takes it all in, glancing over at the sound of Henry's soft, lilting voice. ]
... At least it shows its true nature on the outside, rather than hiding it within. [ Which isn't to say that the interior of the mansion won't also be unpleasant in some way, but there's only one way to find out. She tilts her head up, meeting Henry's gaze. ] Well? Do you want to proceed?
[ Her emotions are calm and controlled for now. It doesn't seem that she considers this odd river much of an obstacle. ]