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Tweak says, "I stayed for you"

hansel (hans) wrote in hotelhelllogs,
@ 2013-03-16 02:01:00

Entry tags:

!closed, !plot, hansel, phoebe halliwell

Who: Hansel & Phoebe Halliwell
Where: Phoebe's room, 303
When: Friday night, March 15, late night, after [this]
Warnings: none at this time
Ghostly Encounter: Opt-out
Summary: Hansel comes to help Phoebe out since she asked
Status: Closed/Complete

As the days had gone by, Hansel had gotten more and more concerned about the sound of his voice. Speech in general didn't seem to bother him, but hearing himself speak? That was enough to have his heart up in his throat throbbing away. He had found that even his usual small amount of speech was still too much for him. It had been interesting to realize that he could simply---stop talking and be okay. People tended not to notice as long as he gave a meaningful nod every now and again or made a sound of consent or disagreement.

The thing that worried him was that even sounds were beginning to appear wrong to him.

No.

Not wrong.

Evil.

Hansel felt that there was something evil about the sounds coming out of his throat lately. It was enough to have him silent as the grave though he wasn't yet at the stage that he thought he ought to seek out his sister about being put in one. He'd have to wait to see if it got worse before he resorted to that. Hansel liked to fight the good fight and he wasn't scared of dying doing it, but that didn't mean that he was actively trying to die. He had too much living left to do to want to die.

Leaving out of his room, Hansel tapped Rachel's bed to let her know he was heading out. He didn't have to do more than nod toward the door to get his point across. Rachel was a good girl. He'd stopped worrying about the others in their room hurting her, but he still did like staying where she was all the same. There was a peace in hearing another person breathe that couldn't be found any other way. It didn't hurt that she always smelled like the cleanest woman alive either.

He took his device on a whim and was careful to control his breathing as he made his way up the stairs. It seemed that if he breathed too hard sounds came out. Hansel had never noticed that before though it made sense to him all the same. There was never anyone on the stairs when he took them so Hansel was able to hustle on his way from the first floor to the third where Phoebe stayed. He'd never been in her room before, but he had thought on it.

In a friendly way.

Most of the time.

Hansel wasn't the kind to think too often on what a woman's sleeping space looked like as he knew his place in things. He was only human though and sometimes a man was allowed to dream. He had a feeling it'd come as no surprise to Phoebe that she'd featured in a few of his dreams of late.

Knocking twice on the door as he'd promised he would, Hansel waited on Phoebe to answer it, keying on his device carefully: You okay?

It wasn't ideal, but it was better than hearing the sound of his voice. It worked.

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hans
2013-03-20 07:48 pm UTC (link)

If Hansel had been able to speak, he would have tried to tell her how there was no such thing as too fast in his world. He'd never gotten the chance to have anything other than brief encounters with women who hopefully didn't expect to be paid for their time and who he always tried to be good to even if they both knew they'd never see one another again. Hansel didn't have near to the experience that most women tended to believe he had.

They moved. Traveled. That was how they hunted, how they kept doing the job, and it was how Hansel and Gretel managed to stay ahead of the evil infection spreading witches throughout good people's lands. It was a hard road to go doing what they did, but Hansel knew what he was signed on for doing it. He didn't need anyone to tell him what to expect. He knew that he would have to sacrifice quite a bit for it, too.

For him, that sacrifice included the chance to get to know a woman for more than a night and it ensured that he didn't often spend a night with any woman as he was not the kind of man what wanted to leave a woman in a bad way. His world didn't accept women being free with themselves without consequences. Hansel knew there was the chance that consequence might include a child if he weren't careful. That kept him a lot more careful than most men.

He didn't want any child to be out there wondering why their father didn't love them enough as he himself had done. It was one thing to know now that his father had died for him, for his sister, for their mother; it had been quite another to grow up thinking the man had led him out into the middle of the woods to die rather than raise him.

Hansel moved down onto the mattress, trying to adjust to the difference in the cushioned mat versus the sturdy floor he was accustomed to every night. He found a place for himself in time and chose to take Phoebe at her word a bit more, sliding an arm around her to pull her closer. He had held his sister when they were children. It had kept them both warm at night in the woods. Hansel could honestly say that holding Phoebe wasn't a damned thing like holding Gretel and he really hoped he'd be able to sleep without thinking too hard on how her body fit against his.

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