#heartrites

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miew ( @heartrites ) is truly one of the sweetest people on this site!! i adore their enthusiasm for their muses & seeing them on the dash every day makes me super happy!! i love them sm!! 💕

"Henry, I'm fine. I just tripped. That's all."

Camilla feels her cheeks flush a little in embarrassment as Henry pushes up the sleeves of her sweater to better examine the bruises on her arms. She's not normally such a terrible liar, but it's so hard to be anything but honest with him. They both know that these couldn't come from simply falling, looking more like someone had taken her arm and squeezed.

   you've always appreciated how henry has always seemed to understand you , given you such patience . right now , you're not sure if you even deserve it , given how cold you were to him yesterday — he meant well , and yet you allowed charles' own opinion of henry to cloud your judgment , enough to go as far as accusing henry of only caring about himself , when all he did was try to show he cared . in the moment , it was easier to pretend that henry might only be getting involved with you for selfish reasons , than to believe that you don't somehow deserve the bad things that happen in your life . you didn't want to believe that your own brother would say such awful things about henry for no reason , and you let him get into your head instead .

   trembling fingers tap against the table as the silence stretches on , staring at them to avoid henry's gaze . you're obviously distressed , yes , but not because of the silence ... it's far more bearable with henry than anyone else , letting you take the time you need when you struggle to speak . it means a lot , the little ways he tries to comfort you , even when nothing is said / tolerating these silences , sharing his cigarettes without needing to ask , giving his lighter to mess with , so you have something to do with your hands ... you feel seen and understood , maybe more than you ever have been . you wish you could tell him that , but you never can , so you just have to hope he simply knows .

   " i - obviously i have friends ! " said a little more defensively than intended , because why would he even ask something like that ? of course you have friends . a few . maybe . " i have friends at work , " who you don't really talk to , unless you're actually at work . " and some people i hang out with sometimes , " a few people you might drink with from time to time , an ex-situationship here and there . you're not exactly the best at keeping friends ... short-lived and circumstantial , you sleep too much or forget to keep in touch , and you weren't very popular in school , either . you have acquaintances at best — you're fun to drink with , and to sleep with , and that's about it .

send 🍷 for my muse's reaction to yours appearing at their door, drunk.

ㅤㅤㅤ   it's not too bad , spending the night by yourself every now and then . you often dislike being completely alone , and like to have the others nearby even when you disappear into another room , but right now it's probably for the best that the others are elsewhere , especially after you get into a fight with charles . you can just enjoy your time reading with a glass of whiskey , the radio on quietly , without worrying about making everything uncomfortable — until there's a knock on the door , that is , a little surprising at this time .

   " henry ? i thought you were out with the others ? " like you were supposed to be , having decided not to go at the last minute thanks to charles' foul temper . no one likes it when things are tense between the two of you ; it makes things terribly awkward , and you didn't want to ruin everyone's fun . god knows what excuse charles' made for your sudden absense this time , and you expect bunny and francis to have something to say about it in the morning .

   he doesn't need to ask , the door already open for him to enter — with the smell of alcohol , and no charles' to be seen , you can only assume he had been out with the rest , and left without them . charles will probably crash at francis' or bunny's and be back in the morning , with some kind of apology in tow . cheap flowers , or something .

"Uh, I don't think so. Have we?" Eli blinks, looking up from her phone as Sami speaks. It wouldn't be crazy to think that someone would recognize her, considering she's a professional hockey player. It happens often enough that she's used to it, so she's under the impression that this might be a fan? Maybe? She doesn't like to assume, though, because assuming gives you a big ego or...whatever her mom told her after she was drafted. When you stay humble, you play better. It holds true well enough.