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@dystcpiia​  📷 for a lyric starter call

                               “ I want both... I want my wildest dreams, but it seems... I also want to sleep.. But I fear if I don't move now I'll grow my roots here. ” ( x )

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@confessthysiins​ liked for henry being awkward at a Halloween party

                            “ Uh... Nice... Party... Huh? ” Henry was told to strike up conversation with someone -- anyone -- instead of just awkwardly standing next to a wall. So now he’s awkwardly standing next to a wall, solo cup in hand, and fiddling with it as if it’s his lifeline. 

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@melodioustragedy​​   📷 for a starter

                            “ Oh -- Sorry, I’m still setting up. ” The singer was a little earlier in showing up than Henry had expected. He was so use to popstars being ‘ fashionably ’ late that early was a completely new concept to him. He stood for a moment like a statue unsure what to do. Normally, an entourage would be flitting about the individual and Henry would never even have to worry about speaking a word to them. 

Importance came with discomfort for him -- was he supposed to... Do something?

“ Uh... Can I get you anything? ” He refuses to meet their eyes, not wanting to test the waters if he had brought offense to the celebrity in any way with his misunderstandings of the cues one was meant to follow around them.

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@tragiclywritten​  📷 for a lyric starter call

                           “ But then comes the day when you leave town ... I'm back to the way I was when you weren't around. ” ( x )

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@fantomal​  📷 for a lyrical starter

                                 “ Everything that I could be. I am so scared that I'm failing. I don't know why I can't seem to sleep these days ... ”

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@evlincarnate​ 

                              He must have done something in his past to have deserved this, right ? A past misdeed which was being punished by some higher being to once again be thrown into a nightmare that was promised to keep going. No longer was he at the mercy of a killer he could defeat, but ones which would keep coming back on the invitation of some horrible monstrosity who enjoyed turning suffering into a game.

Henry’s hands stayed clasped together and head bowed toward the pavement as he sat on the rusty bench of the run down looking courtyard. Even their living quarters post match seemed to be a reminder that they each would be called for another evening of suffering when the monster that controlled this place selected them.

As he sat lost in thought, a shadow went over him completely erasing the moon from casting its light upon him. Henry angled his head up with a tired expression, a masked man that stood far above even his own height stood just before him. He would have no idea what the man could be thinking with that stoic looking thing covering his face. 

Henry did not know what to say -- Clearly, he rested on the end of the beings meant to hunt his kind down. He did not know if they were allowed to cause damage here, but he did not feel like turning to run lest there was real reason to.

With a soft sigh, he finally spoke, “ Can I... Help you? ”