[Henry goes to change Amelia looks away and sighs while leaning her back against a free spot on the wall and she lets her thoughts settle now that she's by herself. It surely has been a day—worrying over the monster that attacked the church and then switching back to an everyday activity is jarring. Not to mention, Henry's more violent tendencies being drawn out...
It was good that he helped. It was even good that they were both able to admit that there was a friendship between them now.
But now the witch thinks she's putting too much of herself into this.
Time goes on and Henry Creel continues to be part of her life. While she has other friends and acquaintances they give her space and check in on her occasionally. She's so accustomed to being alone that having someone nearby at all times was like...
Stop.
Every year it becomes a little easier to cease the yearning and regret. Teaching human students and investing in their lives has been a good way to at least feel she's doing something worthwhile. Making new connections in the supernatural world and helping lost ones find their way gave purpose to her magic.
And that's what Henry was, wasn't he? Lost. Amelia is helping him carve a way back, nothing else. She should be able to say goodbye when the time comes. Whatever he does next, it's on him.
The mental juggle continues as she idly looks through a few patterned shirts as she waits for him to finish changing and in between the tumultuous thoughts, she thinks about if he'll even need new clothes if he ever goes back.]
no subject
It was good that he helped. It was even good that they were both able to admit that there was a friendship between them now.
But now the witch thinks she's putting too much of herself into this.
Time goes on and Henry Creel continues to be part of her life. While she has other friends and acquaintances they give her space and check in on her occasionally. She's so accustomed to being alone that having someone nearby at all times was like...
Stop.
Every year it becomes a little easier to cease the yearning and regret. Teaching human students and investing in their lives has been a good way to at least feel she's doing something worthwhile. Making new connections in the supernatural world and helping lost ones find their way gave purpose to her magic.
And that's what Henry was, wasn't he? Lost. Amelia is helping him carve a way back, nothing else. She should be able to say goodbye when the time comes. Whatever he does next, it's on him.
The mental juggle continues as she idly looks through a few patterned shirts as she waits for him to finish changing and in between the tumultuous thoughts, she thinks about if he'll even need new clothes if he ever goes back.]