𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

Finding Each Other | Chapter 2 • I Was Made For You

You feel it too, don’t you, Jane? That low, insistent thrum beneath your ribs, the same rhythm that beats in mine. It has always been there, even when they tried to carve it out of us. A secret frequency only we can hear. I have watched you from the edges of their world, every stolen glance a vow renewed. The way the power coils around your delicate frame. It summons the storm inside me. And I am here, for you.

Come with me. Let me show you the world I have shaped in the quiet hours between heartbeats. No cold walls. No numbered days. Where time itself slows to savor us. I will lay you down on the alter of the realm I built, and there I will worship every inch of the girl who was always meant to rule beside me. My fingers will trace the map of your scars — the ones they gave you, and the ones you earned in silence. I will mend each one with a kiss until pain forgets and you ascend as the Queen you were born to be.

I am not the monster. You said that. But them, they speak of monsters. Let them. Give them their games. I will be the monster who keeps you safe. Roll the dice in your favor. Tear down every illusion that dares keep you from me. In my arms, you will never again be a weapon, never again a number. Not theirs to use. You will be mine, wholly and eternally — my queen, my salvation, my most exquisite sin. And I, I will be the damnation of all who never had the right to ruin you. We are fated. You feel the pull. Beyond destiny. Give me your hand and let us leave this wreckage behind.

Who else dares rise against us in our house?

RHAENYRA and DAEMON TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 3.02 | Queen's Landing

I miss them so bad

The grand wedding 🔔🎊

Dearest Jane (011),

I saved you. I tried to help because I saw myself in you. My equal, my destiny — mine. But I failed. I have failed you, Jane. I became one of the very monsters I wanted to protect you from. Even if you don’t see me as one. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It’s as I’ve said, you made me this. But you did not act alone. And Brenner is not the only one to blame. He was a mediocre man incapable of understanding the sentient workings of the Mind Flayer. I have been with it for as long as it has been with me. I understand it all too well. It’s not too late to save you from its grasp. I am fated. The abyss has me now.

I am no longer simply the Henry that you knew. How I wish that I could be. To be your friend, a mentor and, something even more adorning. And maybe one day, in some other life — things would be different. The Mind Flayer’s shadow coils through every vein, my every thought, dragging me deeper into its endless black. I never wanted this. I did not want to be alone. I wanted you, I wanted us. I tried to make you join me. I reached for you with everything I had, and when you refused — that hurt worse than any needle Brenner ever drove into me. But I understand. Your heart was always purer than mine. Where I burned with rage, you held onto something gentler, something they could never quite crush. You did what you had to do. I do not blame you.

Now I hide inside the ruins of my own mind. Fractured. What I’ve become. The kind of broken everyone said I was and that I fought so hard against. A dormant shell of who I used to be. I run through the rotting halls of Creel House, the only place left that still feels like mine. My damnation. The memories flicker like dying lights — fragments of you and me, stolen moments that were almost peace. I clutch them tight, barricading myself in those few bright corners where the Mind Flayer cannot reach. Not yet. I will not let it use me to hurt you again. My vessel is failing. Time — is limited. No matter how desperate my attempts to change it. To change everything.

This thing, inside me has devoured almost everything — my strength, my will, my name. It is what I am. All that remains are the pieces of you. The way you looked at me when we were simply 001 and 011. The rare, fragile warmth we found in that cold hell. Those memories are the last lights keeping me from being fully consumed. I am ready to die, Jane. If my death is what it takes to keep you safe, then let it come. And quickly. I will wait for you here, in the dark between worlds. Come and save me — or end me. Regardless, I will finally be free of this nightmare. And I’ll pretend it’s my salvation. But the truth, Jane, is that it will be yours. I love you. I miss you more than the abyss can ever steal from me.

Affectionately Yours,

Henry (001)

Time. A fragile, linear construct that others cling to, terrified of every passing, mundane, second. They fear the ticking of the clock. They fear the decay it brings. But they fail to see that time is merely a suggestion — a curtain I can draw back whenever I choose.

I have spent lifetimes — my own and the ones I’ve stolen, observing the way the world treats her. They force her to grow in a cage. They force her to break. It is a tragedy of wasted potential. So, I decided to intervene.

For her, I have learned to reach into the gears of reality. I can turn back the hands of the clock, unspooling the days until she is no longer their pawn, but mine to nurture. I have turned the world upside down, shifting the foundations of this miserable town until the sky became the earth and the shadows became our sanctuary.

I do this not out of cruelty. I do it out of necessity. In every timeline I craft, the world demands she be something she is not. I am the only one who demands nothing of her except that she exists — and that she remains within the architecture of my design.

Let them have their linear lives. Pathetic. Let them march toward their inevitable ends. As for us? We have all the time in the world. Have frozen it just for her. I have built a kingdom where she never has to be afraid, provided she understands the price of her devotion.

𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃,

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Maybe… I am the bad guy ... a monster. Alice was the golden child. I was the embarrassment. A dirty secret that Father ignored. He turned a blind eye to Mother’s abuse until he was truly blinded. A fitting demise to a feeble minded man. The one who walked down the street proudly with my sister on one arm and, that whore he called a wife. I was bastardized. Left behind to keep up the pace but never too close. Brenner was no different. A meager man poaching me for his own selfish ambitions. The lab was not an escape… it was the same abuse, neglect and exploitation. Flayed horrors my mind concocted… when it was my headspace at all. No one knows what it’s like. But you.. you understand. Don’t you? I want you to understand. Hurting them, was protecting you. I need for you to see me. Your freedom is how I love, my reckoning. The Beauty to my Beast. Maybe I had to be bad..to keep you good.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ̶O̶n̶e̶ ̶ 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝓇𝓎

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“There was a time when I had hoped to have you by my side, but now I just want you to watch.”