Post by harrow emmett satagori-hedlund on Aug 31, 2014 3:26:22 GMT -5
Harrow had never met anyone like Felix before. The people who he knew were all like him. They were warm and open about love. He could take Cooper's hand and walk down the street like it was no big deal, even if Cooper was married and expecting a child. Everyone just knew that he was a fuzzy puppy and knew no boundries when it came to his love. He never knew that people weren't like him. That some people might even be against it and would high five Harrow instead of just showing that second of affection.
"I um, I guess you're not one for hand holding?" He tried to play it off with a smile, but really wanted to know what it was that Felix didn't like.
"Nah, it did more to attract neighborhood cats than faeries. I grew up muggle, so I had no idea about magic." He knew that there was still some tension about the magical world. It seemed like such an old issue that people should be long over by now, but there he was, already apologizing for something that he had absolutely no control over.
"My dad always used to tell me that if I attracted faeries, they would switch one of my siblings with a pixie and take the real one. That we would have to shove a hot poker down his throat to get the real one back. I would hide against my mom's belly and she would scold my dad." He laughed, remembering the last time he put out milk for the faeries was when his mother went into labor with his brother.
When she died, and a small part of Harrow believed it was the faeires claiming her for their own. As unreasonable as it was, as much as he remembered his lessons on faeries and pixies, he still clung to those lessons as a child from his wide eyed father.
"I miss her scolding my dad."
He missed everything about that woman. How her nose would scrunch up when she was reading something with complicated words. When she would get caught up in a book and forget that she had already started dinner on the stove. Between his mother getting lost in books and his father getting trapped in a new piece it was really a wonder to Harrow that he and his siblings ate anything growing up. They would always come together though, they would share bowls and stories. They would laugh over memories and ask for seconds. As different as his parents were, they balanced each other.
"That's what they tell me."
He smiled when Felix listed all of the things that was wonderful about him.
"Forgiveness comes easy to me, makes people think I'm stupid or something." There were people who believed in the fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me lifestyle, and that just wasn't Harrow. He believed that a second chance could come three, five, or sixteen times. It made people try to take advantage of him, and use him as a door mat. He just could never believe that someone who he considered a friend could ever intentionally hurt him. It was probably why Cooper, Oliver and Lenore were so protective over him.
The three Southern gems would defend him with their lives and Harrow knew that they would have something to say about the handsome Swede for sure.
"I um, I guess you're not one for hand holding?" He tried to play it off with a smile, but really wanted to know what it was that Felix didn't like.
"Nah, it did more to attract neighborhood cats than faeries. I grew up muggle, so I had no idea about magic." He knew that there was still some tension about the magical world. It seemed like such an old issue that people should be long over by now, but there he was, already apologizing for something that he had absolutely no control over.
"My dad always used to tell me that if I attracted faeries, they would switch one of my siblings with a pixie and take the real one. That we would have to shove a hot poker down his throat to get the real one back. I would hide against my mom's belly and she would scold my dad." He laughed, remembering the last time he put out milk for the faeries was when his mother went into labor with his brother.
When she died, and a small part of Harrow believed it was the faeires claiming her for their own. As unreasonable as it was, as much as he remembered his lessons on faeries and pixies, he still clung to those lessons as a child from his wide eyed father.
"I miss her scolding my dad."
He missed everything about that woman. How her nose would scrunch up when she was reading something with complicated words. When she would get caught up in a book and forget that she had already started dinner on the stove. Between his mother getting lost in books and his father getting trapped in a new piece it was really a wonder to Harrow that he and his siblings ate anything growing up. They would always come together though, they would share bowls and stories. They would laugh over memories and ask for seconds. As different as his parents were, they balanced each other.
"That's what they tell me."
He smiled when Felix listed all of the things that was wonderful about him.
"Forgiveness comes easy to me, makes people think I'm stupid or something." There were people who believed in the fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me lifestyle, and that just wasn't Harrow. He believed that a second chance could come three, five, or sixteen times. It made people try to take advantage of him, and use him as a door mat. He just could never believe that someone who he considered a friend could ever intentionally hurt him. It was probably why Cooper, Oliver and Lenore were so protective over him.
The three Southern gems would defend him with their lives and Harrow knew that they would have something to say about the handsome Swede for sure.
