đ„ for miss party hardy and sir harold plz
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     thereâs still soil wedged in the creases of his loafers, still a phantom weight left from pallbearing only days ago âââ- norman osborn is dead & thatâs final. shifts in power & harry moves up, changes ranks. still, the hardest title to carry is that of the orphan. life now takes place in a mansion for one & the young osborn suddenly misses having to sneak guests in & out under the watchful eye of his father. his nights ? spent trapped on the threshold of his fatherâs office. he spends hours standing, watching, waiting. canât cross inside, no, or else the world is all red & green. GREEN. ââââ green & monstrous.Â
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     it catches up with him. god does it ever. the transition ? not easy. itâs as his father always said, â respect is earned â usually followed by an ever disdainful â and if you carry on this way youâll never earn any â. no one wants to work under a child & most do a poor job of hiding their displeasure ââ or maybe they just donât care to.
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      should have seen it coming. hindsight is twenty-twenty. thereâs a hand on his shoulder & it dawns on him that heâs been out cold at his desk. doesnât know when it happened & thereâs a fight to make his way back to reality. itâs hazy but the figure is persistent. gives him one more shake. eyes crack open & lock on light blonde locks. felicia hardy. his mind puts it together eventually. â â- not too close. â is slurred, doesnât think heâll ever hear the end of it if he gets her sick, too. he should count his blessings. if it had been anyone else to find him⊠weâll heâd rather not think about it. â call a car. please.âÂ
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     he sums it up to stress & a lack of sleep. heâs now forever indebted to the felicia hardy. how she gets him in the house & tucked away is a mystery â- one heâs sure is filled with colorful language, both parties likely guilty ( like fighting with a toddler â he can & will sleep right here on the bathroom floor, thank you very much ). the horror ends in the living room. his battle coming to a close when heâs ushered to the sofa & his head hits the pillow. there remains one gripping panic, something that wonât let him rest, â no medicine. felicia, please. â he canât explain. a best kept secret. heâs not brave enough to subject her to his horrors. he canât relapse. not now. theyâre his final words, but unlike everything else so far theyâre clear ; laced with desperation & maybe the slightest bit of fear.
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the amount of time passed is unknown to him. he rises to the sound of the television & neck cranes to search the room. pulls the blanket around him tight to chase away the remaining chills. sheâs there & itâs foreign. no one has ever really cared. there was never any hand holding or telling him it was going to be okay. he just had to work through it. head cocks & nose scrunches at the plate on the table - accompanied, of course, by a glass of what he only assumes is water. heâs quiet for a long time, eyes dancing from the tv to her. loss for words is the most appropriate. he must look as confused as he feels because his hand is taken from him & a slice of fruit is placed in his palm, â it really is just going to come back up again.â a last small act of defiance, he doesnât feel hungry. he feels ââ gross. heâs quiet again ââ picks through things when heâs told to. each time is answered with a huff. eventually heâs a little more lively, sits up, starts to do things on his own. it takes awhile, too long actually, before he says it, â thanks. you didnât have to but ââ- thanks.â doesnât know if she realizes how much it really means to the osborn & for a short but sweet time the mansion isnât for one, nor is it haunted by green ââ- it is very much alive & beautiful ââ & because of her he flourishes.