❧ Henry Winter ❧ OPEN Voice Test

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A Period of Calm Before the Storm

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✘ Non-TSH Characters Welcome - state if you are AU'ing into Henry's verse (modern college student), or if he should AU into yours.
✘ Let me know if you have a preferred previous relationship in mind (ie. friends, classmates, enemies, student/teacher, lovers I'm so sorry for you if you pick that one though), or if they're just meeting for the first time.
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[akrates]

[ Charles had successfully managed to find a few last, precious dregs of scotch. Barely two fingers, but it would have to do. This he poured into a glass as Henry opened the door, turning to face the other. He was sullen, eyes sunken and bloodshot, but even so he fixed the other with a harsh glare, as though he hoped his expression alone could pin the other to the doorway, to keep him from coming in. He did not waver from the other's eyes, wouldn't sink so far as to be unable to face the other head on. If he was to face the lion, so be it- he could be a lion, too. ]

Yes, my dramatics; of course. [ He echoed the other with an ugly twist of his lips, the mutilation of a smile. ] I didn't invite you in; to take off your coat. [ He sneered at the other, a vicious expression- an animal baring it's teeth. A show of bravado; if he was a lion, he was a lion cornered.

All the same, he brought his glass to his lips, sipping his scotch gingerly as dark eyes tracked the other's every movement, each subtle shift catalogued, weighed, measured for threat. Would Henry be so bold as to try anything in his own apartment? Likely not. He was smarter than this, yet Charles knew Henry. Perhaps like none of the other's did, or understood. Henry was dangerous. ]

No reason to shout? Did you tell that to the lawyer after I left? [ He demanded this with a bitter laugh, swirling his scotch in his glass, eyes flicking briefly to the other's hands, before back to his hollow eyes. ] Everyone should be concerned. Concerned what you're going to do to do next.

[ That anger flared through him again, his knuckles tightening abruptly around his glass, hard enough to whiten. His features went blotchy, but his breathing remained calm, even as he fought the urge to throw his glass into the other's face, hand trembling with it. ]

If they're so concerned they can come and see me myself. I've no use for you. [ He scowled, fidgeted in place, before shifting, pushing off from the counter and beginning to pace. Prowling his kitchen, but maintaining a careful measure of distance between them. ]