|Henrik Mikaelson (diedtooyoung) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2014-06-04 18:54:00
|Entry tags:||henrik mikaelson, niklaus mikaelson|
Who: Henrik and Klaus Mikaelson
What: talking and sulking
When: at Rebekah’s wedding
Where: at the Mikaelson place
Warnings: surprisingly NO!
Henrik had been trying really hard to be happy throughout the day. He’d even succeeded for a good deal of it. Hard not to with how happy his sister had looked, even if it still saddened him a bit that she the wedding truly finalized that she wouldn’t be moving back in with them. It was odd, a situation he didnt’ quite understand. Back home she might have moved too, but only a few feet away in another house, and even then it wasn’t too likely. He always thought her husband would have moved in with them, had never really thought about it to be honest. None of his siblings had left the home, even when some of them were at marrying age, so he’d thought they’d be together forever
Though forever seemed to have changed a bit. Before he’d thought it meant however long they were alive. Now he knew it meant they would go on for a long time. Nothing could hurt his siblings and Henrik was glad for that, wanted for them to be close again like they had when they had been home. Not the distance he saw in them at times in Lawrence.
The chaos of the party, the amount of people, the music, the dancing, it all got to be too much for Henrik after a while and he ducked away from the tents and headed to his treehouse. He needed the solitude, the closeness to nature that it provided. He was still getting used to all of the changes in the new world, still wrapping his head around so much of it, but at least he had his family.
Even if he was afraid they would all leave him.
He sat down on the ground by the treehouse, watching the horses grazing in the other field and if he concentrated hard enough he could block out everything else, so that’s what he tried to do.