|Henrik Mikaelson (diedtooyoung) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2014-01-03 13:08:00
|henrik mikaelson, kol mikaelson
WHO: Henrik and OPEN to anyone at the Mikaelson place
WHAT: adjusting to the very very very new world
WHERE: Mikaelson place
RATING: idk nothing yet
STATUS: In Progress
Everything was very big. From the bed that could take up at least four of him to the thing he was told was where he could bathe. He didn’t understand why he could do that in a nearby creek at first, but once he was shown how to use the hot and cold setting, Henrik decided that was one good improvement. He wasn’t sure about everything else though. He didn’t like his too big bed that he slept in alone when he’d been so used to their house and snuggling up to his mom or one of his siblings when it got too cold or the night got to be too quiet.
He really didn’t like the weird rectangular object that flashed colors and was really loud when he bumped into some other rectangular object on the table. There were so many rooms and so many things that he didn’t have a frame of reference for yet. Some he liked, some he didn’t understand what their use was, and some he didn’t like even one little bit.
All of it was overwhelming and no one would tell him about Rebekah or mother and father and he didn’t like being kept in the dark. He wasn’t some little kid. He’d gone hunting with father. He’d helped catch fish. He did all the other things he’d needed to do in order to prove he was becoming a man but he didn’t feel like one at all.
He didn’t want to be in the large house any more, didn’t care how cold it was outside. He went to the backyard and climbed up into one of the trees, staring out at the nature that was all around them and wondering when everything would start to make sense again.
Later maybe he'd go and hang out with the horses. Even if they were in a weird building some times at least those animals hadn't changed too much since he'd been born.