#harwin

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there were many people in harwin's past that he had only seen in passing. one of them was his father's bastard daughter alys. he'd only spoken to her a handful of times, harwin would quickly get swept away once he was seen near her as if he'd contract an illness if he was in her vicinity. to be honest he barely recognized her, but harwin managed to figure it out "alys. it's been awhile."

no matter what he did or how hard he tried, harwin couldn’t help but worry over his boys. had they been okay after his death? did the rumors around their parentage continue to follow them? had their training fallen behind with criston cole’s obvious favoritism? it was his own fault really, he let cole get under his skin and reacted which got him sent home and leaving the boys and his princess behind… it was his biggest regret really, but there was nothing he could do about it now. with all the cases coming through his department about people with memories of other places, he held onto hope that he'd see his family again. "next." he called out towards the waiting room full of people that were just like him. some higher up thought it would be a great idea to add more work on his shoulders and started an outreach program to help those that were from other universes. "apologies about the wait, it's just me working on this today. i'm detective harwin strong."

despite his appearance, harwin was a worrier. yes, he was able to hide it well but it never stopped his brain from running away with terrible thoughts as to what happened after his death. harwin hoped that in the little time he’d had with his boys, that they knew he loved them. not that he could ever say it to them, he was their mother’s sworn protector after all… he couldn’t be their father. part of him lamented that they weren’t all born here. in this place parentage didn’t matter, he could have been their father from the very beginning… what a thought that was. sometimes, after a long shift, harwin would get lost in thought about the family he could have had… he’d walked through the park for a while, just enjoying the sound of the rain, when he’d spotted a young man seemingly trapped by the rain. he made his way over and smiled “which way are you heading? i don’t mind sharing my umbrella if we’re going the same way.”

harwin had honestly lost track of how many years he'd been in this strange place. of course, after a while it was no longer as strange but it wasn’t home. after waking up from what felt like a nightmare of being burned alive it’d taken him a bit to get his head on straight… sometimes he still felt off center. harwin missed his family. he missed his boys- gods, how old would they be now? he missed his princess. grief was something familiar to him now. so when he saw a head of targaryen blonde hair, he couldn’t help but follow after it. he almost couldn’t believe his eyes. his princess, the future queen, was in front of him again. as much as he wanted to run up and hold her in his arms again, decorum kept him from doing so. here she might not be a queen, but rhaenyra would always be one in his eyes. “excuse me, princess?” he asked cautiously, hoping she wouldn’t be angry at him for leaving her as he had been forced to.

harwin you ARE the father

Whirling, she broke for the door, and when Harwin tried to grab her arm she spun away from him quick as a snake. […] Someone was shouting her name, Harwin probably, or Gendry, but the thunder drowned the out […] - Arya VIII