#c.henry

Henry: To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you, but… here we are.

“If someone doesn’t think Charlotte is a capable Consul then they clearly haven’t spent enough time around her,” Henry was utterly confident in his statement. His wife was always the most capable person in the room no matter who was in it and no one would convince him otherwise.

“Hmm, that isn’t supposed to set on fire like that. Why is it doing that?” Henry mused, still just looking at the now on fire invention.

“I understand the sentiment but I don’t think that is true,” Henry had learned mostly on his own from trial and error but that didn’t mean that teaching people things was useless. “Reading and the ability to speak are both taught and without those how would we learn more for ourselves in the first place?”

Alexei was embraced by a man who wanted to be, and was until his untimely demise at the hands of shadowhunters, his lover.

“The chair propels itself forward, I just steer it.” Henry was an inventor, when he saw a need for a thing he made something to fill the need. So when he found himself unable to walk his brain started working on a way to get around without constantly needing help. Which was why he had made the lifting devises to get him up and down the stairs easier and now this newly improved wheelchair.

Hit the heart for a starter from Henry.

Summer vacation really wasn't all that spectacular to a boy in Henry's situation. He came from a form of boarding school in which case he didn't have many friends- or any for that matter- in the neighborhood. It was the same old routine for the teenager everyday. Each morning he would get up and his mother would be already gone for work. He would watch cartoons, eat his bowl of surgery cereal. He would tend to Tiny, his highly exotic and rare Ukrainian Ironbelly dragon, and give him his daily intake of meat. His mother would always ponder why Henry demanded so much mean be stalked in the fridge but he would always provide her with the same excuse. "I'm a growing boy, mum. I need the nutrition." Today was a particularly pleasant day outside and the poor dragon had very little change to see the great outdoors. With his mother gone for the day Henry figured that the tiny little creature could use some room to stretch it's wings. He was confident enough that it would come back to him and just in case he tied a strand of twine to the reptile's foot. He thought for certain that nobody would see Tiny from the street so long as he flew him in his backyard. What he forgot about though was that he had neighbors. Neighbors who might see a winged lizard floating through the air attached to some string.