[He’s a little insane, yes. But it gets things done.
And just like that, the shadows lurch forward, tendriling around Sprezzatura, ignoring her completely. Instead, the vines wrap around every one of Henry’s limbs, securing him in place.
And dragging him, useless as he is, to the larger shadow, who leans forward, considers him for a bleak moment— and pools into the ground beneath Henry in an effort to make him sink slowly in.
Have you ever seen a man look simultaneously pissed off and completely out of energy? That’s him.]
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And just like that, the shadows lurch forward, tendriling around Sprezzatura, ignoring her completely. Instead, the vines wrap around every one of Henry’s limbs, securing him in place.
And dragging him, useless as he is, to the larger shadow, who leans forward, considers him for a bleak moment— and pools into the ground beneath Henry in an effort to make him sink slowly in.
Have you ever seen a man look simultaneously pissed off and completely out of energy? That’s him.]