Truest Reflection

when u wanna do the memes but ur followers like nah

Shadow grumbled smiling at him.

Brandon sniffs and waggles his eyebrows playfully.

Brandon uncrosses his legs and stands up, holding his coffee cup a loft as an offering.

Brandon winks playfully

"Do you think there’s fresh water on the island somewhere?  Like actual fresh water?"

"You could probably weave something together with all of the leaves around here."

The heat was getting to Sara more than she thought, Lian Yu was definitely a different experience compared to this island. She swayed a little before resting her hand against a tree to steady herself.

Brandon stuck a little closer to Sara when she swayed, concern crossing his face.

"Look - everything you need is there..."

Brandon points to the tail end of the wreckage, half in the salty ocean brine.

      Do you need any help with that?

Brandon looked up sheepishly,

"Actually yeah... I can't get this darn thing open."

Brandon wipes his brow and holds up his mildly dented coconut, and his completely useless rock.

THE SAPPY PART

I made a Henry indie blog on a whim a year ago, when I was seventeen, wanted to be in on indie roleplaying but had pretty much no clue about what the heck I was doing. Now, with a year of experiences, both good and bad, under my belt, a birthday that meant I was finally an official adult and 2 blog moves later. I’m still here. And many of you guys are too. Many of you have followed me all through the good and bad times, when I archived my previous two blogs and moved, when I went through my recent horrible low mood. But I also want you to know that even if you haven’t been following me forever, even if you followed me a month, a week, a day, heck, even an hour ago, you still mean a lot to me. There are over 770 of you currently following me, and that is insane tbqh. It means so much to me whenever anyone follows me because you like my portrayal of Henry enough to want to interact with me and that motivates me so much to continue him. Without you guys, I couldn’t do what I do, so I just want to say that even if your blog isn’t on here, even if we’ve never interacted, even if we’re not mutuals, thank you for being here. Thank you so, so much for that. Below are just some mutual blogs and bloggers have made the good times extra good and helped me through the bad ones, are joys to write with or just generally brighten up my dash with their portrayals, in all honesty. 

THE BLOGS

He forces a laugh at his own joke.  Trying to lighten the mood.

"Uh.  Sorry, why were you in the forest alone?”

Sara wraps an arm around her stomach to slow down the bleeding but it lessened the pain a bit as well.

"It’s not cool, I just do what needs to be done. But I can’t fix everything on my own. My arms only reach so far."

Sara had lost count of the amount of times she had to stitch herself up after completely a job for The League.

"I’ve been trained, special forces so situations like this aren’t all that new to me. There’s nothing wrong with that but I suggest you learn a few things if you can. Never know what can happen out here."

She glosses over the joke completely.

Brandon squints as the two break through the foliage, the sun blaring down again.  He didn't want to ask too many questions, hoping to tone the stress Sara was under.

Brandon pulls the kindle back to himself and slides it into his knapsack.