Prince Henry Tudor VII (
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the_campus2013-09-15 06:12 pm
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[Event] It couldn't last forever.
[The lights going out had certainly surprised Henry, but he had been prepared for such a thing. He didn't fully understand the "electricity" that this place seemed to have, and thus, lacking that understanding, he had decided to prepare in case it disappeared.
Just like it had now.
Candles in that old-style holder and lit, Henry at least had some visibility despite the pressing darkness. Making sure to store away the others (at least after making sure Eleanor and Jack had ones themselves) he's started off into the Campus, looking for anyone lost in this darkness to help them find their way back to their dorms, or wherever else it was they wanted to go.]
Just like it had now.
Candles in that old-style holder and lit, Henry at least had some visibility despite the pressing darkness. Making sure to store away the others (at least after making sure Eleanor and Jack had ones themselves) he's started off into the Campus, looking for anyone lost in this darkness to help them find their way back to their dorms, or wherever else it was they wanted to go.]
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[The charge he led, renewed with righteous anger. Clashing with Richard's forces as Stanley's betrayal sends chaos through the ranks. Striking down Richard bloodily and decisively, to ensure that the damn thing was over, decided, with that one march...
But the red rubies of the crown glimmer much darker, reminding him of that weight of spilt blood in his name, both in the past and so much more recently...]
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[Jack's hand closes over Henry's eyes, suddenly. He's not sure what he's thinking of, but the melancholy state is evident.]
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[Henry is not entirely sure what this is, but one hand releases the crown to go over and lightly drum fingers on top of Jack's hand questioningly.]
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[His voice is quietly serious.]
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[Henry reaches back to carefully place his crown by the bag above his head, letting that metaphorical weight off him, for now.]
Old habits still die hard.
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I understand. But... You don't want to grow old before your time, right? That hair of yours will turn grey soon if you're not careful.
[A slight smirk.]
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[It's a humorless chuckle, Henry closing his eyes again to just rest. He feels tired all of a sudden, after all that...]
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Sleep, you two. I'll keep watch and wake you if there's trouble.
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[There's a soft breath and a flicker of a smile from the king before he snuggles down into the blankets a bit more, letting himself drift off.]