The Loner and the Former King

Mixed Feelings

The smell of fresh woodsy air filled Henry's Moore's lungs, but the pit of regret in his stomach weighed it down, removing the pleasant feeling that came with inhaling. His guard was up, and Henry Moore was at unease.

Uneasy with his actions, uneasy at the fact a red star was in his house.

Though they were injured and wanted nothing more than a week of shelter Henry Moore still felt unsettled. Thoughts of things ending badly, ending in misery consistently popped in head as he could imagine the house on fire and a worse mess than it was already in. Even with Augustus's injuries he would surely be dangerous, as with just a flick of his palm sparks ignited. Henry Moore didn't know what he could have done if he had decided to come down with his axe when he first found him and he didn't want to find out, not anytime soon, not ever in his life. But with this in mind, with the little knowledge he had with this higher being he was at a bit of a disadvantage. Without knowing what the being is capable of, he could underestimate him or over estimate them. So yet again letting the man stay added onto the list on why it was a bad decision.

Henry Moore, stuck in his mind swarmed with fear then came to the realisation: with another person living with him, it will mean there will be double the amount of people to feed, meaning Henry Moore had to work more, work harder on top of being alert for a week tops. Henry sighed at the thought of this.

If Augustus wasn't injured then he would make him work to live with him, but it would be cruel to make him in his state, despise Augustus's ability to pull himself together it was well clear he was gravely beaten. His injuries stuck out like a sore thumb that Henry Moore now came to think that a week might not even cut it, not enough for Augustus to leave is much better state to Henry Moore's sorrow, as he thought that Augustus could help out once he was well enough but that thought, that idea, had slid off the table.

He still held onto the hope that after a few days Augustus would be able to hold out a helping hand to do a task or two, even if it was just just cutting wood or picking a row of fruits or vegetables like the berries that he was picking at this very moment. But pushing him not only would make him feel cruel but it might end with him staying longer, much longer than Henry Moore's likeling if letting the star stay for a week hadn't choked him out for words enough. On top of this, Augustus getting injured and hurt more than he already is would make him responsible for pushing him, pulling a not so good reputation for himself, though did his reputation really matter? Was this something Henry Moore had to worry about?

He's been living alone for years, for as long as he remembered and he was sure to keep it that way. So reputation didn't matter, but Henry Moore still somehow, somewhat cared for it. Whether it was small it still made clear that he didn't want any harm to come to his "guest". Maybe it was the thought that Augustus could go back to where he came from, where the red stars live. If he did go back and he had a great status, then Augustus Hunts could tell on him, even bend it a little just to insure a great punishment, with that he would be in grave danger and would be lucky if he got out of their grip alive. But leaving Augustus in the house, making him his "guest" unsettled him.

Making him go out would have made him feel a little better, that at least he wasn't in the very place he's cared about for years, because of this thought and it being a reality he quickly rushed on collecting the fruit and vegetables and walked quickly back as he imagined his house in ruins because of this man he let in, this stranger, the danger he let in. He prepared for chaos, his fingers hovering over on the doorknob before taking it in his left hand. Henry took a deep breath and twisted the knob.

Opening the door to his house, it was in fact not in flames, a mess, if anything more... clean, more... organised than what he'd left it.

Augustus stood beside the fireplace, his hands lensed on a frame that was once placed on the stone self in front of him.