"you are not a god."
OR
in which lenore harrington struggles to let go of the shadows of her past.
the boys season 3 & 4.
the boys x fem! oc.
companion to liability, gen v.
quinlans 2024.
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PROLOGUE. the end is here
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SILAS THATCHER KNEW from the moment Lenore Harrington had sat down across from him, that his life was going to change. He had interviewed her plenty of times before, had seen her indifference to many of his questions and her disdain for reporters in general. But that day, in his quaint apartment, he knew that this time was different. Something had changed in her. Something had made her break. At the time, he just hadn't known what.
He wished he could go back in time, to that first phone call he had shared with Lenore. Instead of agreeing to meet, he wished he had told her to fuck off. But his curiosity got the best of him, and after all, out of all the journalists in the world, the Shadowsinger had chosen him. A disgruntled ex-employee of Vought who would rather burn the company to the ground than ever work for them again.
When Lenore first told him she had wanted to share her story, he hadn't believed her outright. She had years to tell her story, with countless offers being made yearly for the acquisition of the rights to her life and every time an offer was made, she outright refused, much to Vought's dismay. It didn't take a genius to know that the famed supe was hiding something, to know that she would rather die with the details of her life than ever share them with the rest of the world. That was why Silas couldn't fathom the thought of Lenore coming to him to write a book on her life.
He had said as much to her on that first day. He had practically laughed at the thought of it. Surely, this was a joke. That there were secret cameras rolling and he would end up all over the Vought News Network, with the world proclaiming him as a fool. The look in her eyes changed his perspective on it all. She wasn't laughing along with him, agreeing that this was one big joke. She was sitting across from him, in his lumpy armchair (which he knew wasn't comfortable in the slightest), with a look in her eyes that he knew all too well.
Desperation.
Lenore had been desperate. Whether she was desperate to tell her story to the world or desperate to finally tell the truth, Silas still wasn't sure.
He would never get to know the answer, after all, it had died with her.
When the news first broke of her death, Silas was speechless, which didn't happen often. Out of all the people in the world, he never thought that Lenore Harrington would die. She was powerful—probably one of the most powerful supes alive. She couldn't have just died in a car accident like Vought was saying. Lenore was too invincible to go out like that. Silas refused to believe that any of it was true.
But the weeks had gone by, and Lenore never showed up at his doorstep. Her shadows never lurked into his apartment, looking for a threat before she walked in. She never sent her short, straight-to-the-point texts that always made it seem like she was too good to be using a phone. It was then that the reality of the situation started to sink in for Silas, that maybe, just maybe, Lenore Harrington was actually dead.
