Immortals || H.S.

XVII

Tina–

 

A week had passed since Harry’s return, and life have been improving and turning to the better evidently. No more sabotages, no more conflicts, and no more stubborn quarrels between the other members and me as I lost all the will to keep being on edge by focusing on everyone’s flaws. It was obvious Harry’s return has affected me in so many ways, and its effect is still evidentially intact, allowing me to see life from a more cheerful perspective than the previous; it makes me see the positives about the world we live in and the many opportunities we’re given to make our lives a better place by our own will. I suppose I have never been that optimistic in my whole life, or for as far as I can remember, and this fact makes me appreciate his existence in my life.

I took a break from working at the fraternity for a day beside my official vacation on Friday in order to be able to hang out with Harry, who was done with his stay in healing in order to recover from his minor injuries. He had some fractured bones, but nothing superficially dangerous. He still had the green-blue bruises on his face and cheekbones, but he looked exceptionally well. And because he wanted to get his spirits up after staying at one of the depressing healers, we decided on hanging around New York, visiting places we’ve never been before.

I was dressed in my usual attire (black leather jacket, black shirt, black jeans and black boots) when Harry barged in on my office, a smile drawn upon his face. I stood up, smiling back, and staring at him as his smile suddenly vanished, which sparked up my sudden curiosity.

“What’s wrong?” I drawled in suspicion and fear of what the response might be.

He pointed at me with his index, his eyes raking my body up and down, and then back. “Are you seriously going to hang out with me in… this?” He emphasized, and I huffed before placing both of my hands on either sides of my hip, disbelieving his obnoxious remark.

“And what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” He scrunched up his nose in disgust while motioning with his hands as if saying ‘all of it’.

“Your appearance is depressing; it’s like your heading to my funeral not hanging out with me.” I scoffed in disbelief.

“Does hanging out with your majesty require a special outfit, sire?” He smiled merely before shaking his head and locking our gazes together.

“No, but we’re not going out with you dressed like that.”

“I’m not changing my outfit.” I strictly ordered, receiving a mischievous smirk from him, which I cocked an eyebrow up in perplexity at.

“Okay…”

*

We took Harry’s lent car and drove around NY’s streets with it, talking about nonsense and how we owe a visit to Markus and Ade, for it’s been so long since I – or we – saw them. It was fascinating how Harry made sure I see my remaining family members more frequently, and it was even more fascinating how he managed to make me enjoy the visit to theirs, unlike when I used to go solo in the past. Markus undeniably loves him, and they get along perfectly fine, which is so exhilarating to view.