#harryanthe

harryanthe is far and away the craziest homoerotic situationship i've ever encountered in fiction. hey what if i was the first person who ever saw right through your second fiddle act and knew what you were capable of. and then you ascended to minor godhood and cannibalized someone gleefully and voluntarily and i was forced to follow you down that path and it was the worst thing that ever happened to me. so i asked you to help me cut open my skull and carve out the part of me capable of grieving and you thought it was a horrible idea but you were an opportunist above all else and negotiated a favor that you would hold over my head until you were good and satisfied which might very well be never. and also you saw me without my religious vestments for the first time and fell a little in love with me. and then made my hair grow out really fast without my consent even though i keep it shorn for religious reasons and vowed to marry me one day. and then you visited me in the hospital and i kissed you with tongue to make sure you hadn't reneged on our deal and told you your sister was probably dead and so you gave me the first scrap of modesty i'd had in weeks and stabbed me in the hand. and then like a day later asked if i wanted to hold hands in girlish solidarity with you. and gave me a stupid little nickname. and i kept on associating with you because you were the only person who still called me by a name i recognized as mine. what if you were objectively the best student but i was god's favorite and we both had inferiority complexes about it. what if someone broke into my room and tried to kill me and i had a vision of myself crawling to you and pathetically begging for any scrap of comfort you deigned to give me and the kindest thing you ever did was walking away and leaving me to stitch myself back together on the bathroom floor before i had the chance. and then i fed you my own bone marrow but it was nothing personal. and you took me back to your room to sleep and didn't even make it weird so i cut your arm off and regrew it while you whimpered and moaned beneath me and in return you agreed to help me kill someone and i slept in your bed for the next couple of weeks and still you didn't make it weird. what if you did a best friend makover scene that i was deeply uncomfortable with and then told me "welcome to sisterhood" and then tried to kiss me and got mad when i didn't want to. what if i dragged you by the hand to check for monsters under my bed and you said you couldn't see them and nobody could tell whether or not you were lying. and then we got separated and you crossed a universe to find me but it wasn't even me anymore. and we were both girls. what then.