[And so, once more, time moves on. Henry still visits the garden when the sun is not too hot, too overbearing, moving along the greenery and sketching what spiders (and sometimes scorpions; all arachnids are fine) he can find. His sketchbook fills and fills, though he wastes not even the smallest space of white. And sometimes, when he’s flipping through the drawings to examine them again, he’ll linger just a little longer on Amelia’s page, with her own spiders and club-clawed scorpion, tracing the lines with his eyes before he moves on.
Have things changed? Subtly, slowly, yet all-encompassing in its influence. Like a continental drift beneath his feet. Her kindness with the injured spider has left its mark on their relationship, spreading gently through their interactions — or at least, Henry’s interactions with her. A few more smiles, a few more instances of sincerity when curiosities are flung his way. And sometimes, his look lingers on the bright locks of her red hair, mentally comparing the color to the web he’s now seen moved in between the rose bushes.
Today, this tendency to be slightly more open with her will be put to the test, though he’s unaware of this reality just yet. He’s crossing into the kitchen to grab a glass of water when Amelia pipes up.]
Ask away.
[He says with a lift of the brow, already reaching into one of the cupboards for a glass.]
no subject
Have things changed? Subtly, slowly, yet all-encompassing in its influence. Like a continental drift beneath his feet. Her kindness with the injured spider has left its mark on their relationship, spreading gently through their interactions — or at least, Henry’s interactions with her. A few more smiles, a few more instances of sincerity when curiosities are flung his way. And sometimes, his look lingers on the bright locks of her red hair, mentally comparing the color to the web he’s now seen moved in between the rose bushes.
Today, this tendency to be slightly more open with her will be put to the test, though he’s unaware of this reality just yet. He’s crossing into the kitchen to grab a glass of water when Amelia pipes up.]
Ask away.
[He says with a lift of the brow, already reaching into one of the cupboards for a glass.]