Harry & The Foxtail

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b e l l a t o r

warrior, solider

FLARING LIGHT EYES jumped to Valentine's face as Lovely spoke, " Val calm down, please. Harry is not a threat..." she trails off, her head turning to Harry and holding his gaze. "Right?"

"Right," Harry nods, "I am definitely not a threat," he says with his eyes panicked, flickering between Lovely and Valentine. Valentine stands up, crosses his arms and stares at him questionably. Harry shifted uncomfortably under his hooded eyes. Lovely noted Harry's shift in position and knowingly rolled her eyes at her cousin, typical Val... this is why he has no friends she thinks.

"Then why do you wish to leave? Where are you going?" Valentine asks the stranger, darkly, Harry gulps before answering, and Lovely looks at him worriedly.

"I just want to go home—I don't know where I am. I need to confirm my location and get out of what ever crazy this is," Harry says, his eyes flickering to the Foxtails at 'crazy'. Both cousins did not entirely know what he had meant, but they both knew that it wasn't a good thing, they confirmed their thoughts by making eye contact with each other slowly as Harry had finished speaking.

"If there is anything crazy, I say it is you who claims it is the year 2017 and secondly where exactly is home for you, Harry?" Valentine asks him, his head lowering further, darkening his look. If Harry didn't feel half dead, he'd probably be shaking in his socks.

"Home for me is in London, England. And you are mad if you truly believe we are in the 17th century," Harry said, his head shaking from side to side. "Last time I checked, it was Tuesday the 6th of June 2017."

Valentine and Lovely both saw that Harry seemed to believe he was correct about the date, and that had he not been claiming it was 2017... they would've viewed him as sane. Yet they both started to wonder where he was getting his belief from as neither of them truly, deep down believed he was drunk with his wits in a bottle. So where is his mind? Lovely thought as she stared at his quickly drying hair.

Valentine had an idea, he must somehow acknowledge Harry's idea of the date for him to be able to show him the truth, "Harry, say for one moment, you entertain our idea—that it is 1637—" he begins but is cut off by Lovely.

"—Val!—" she says, confused and loud. Valentine gives her a look, telling her to be quite, but also nods—he knows what he's doing, he must have a plan, she thinks.

Valentine returns his gaze to Harry, "—What will you do if we are right? Where will you go?"

"If you guys are right... what am I going to do huh? Well let me think about it... If I'm actually in 1637... there's no one I know here except you people—no one that can help me— so I'd probably stay with you guys and learn the way of life here...if... if  it's certain there's no way for me to go back to 2017. I'd be stuck here. Alone," he says, his face dropping at his last word 'alone' and his lower lip hanging low. He looked like a child who had lost his mother, his father, and his home. A child lost in the world, confused and fragile and lonely. It made Lovely's heart swell at his plight—as she knew it wasn't a question of if, it is happening to him, but he did not know it yet, he still has hope this is not the reality she thinks, her head titling to the side to better look at the soft edges of his face.

She felt a great pity for him.

"So you'd stay here," Lovely starts and catches her cousin's eyes. "With us?"