short i know, but wasn't too sure on where to take this thought, and i wanted to do something with henry and his son.
There was a lot that Henry loved.
Animals.
Blood.
Severed limbs.
Experimentation.
Each and every single thing, he loved and adored to spend his hours upon hours doing. But if there was one thing he adored more than any fight, grave, or crow he met, it was his family. A family that he, in a sense, should never have. Or at least didn't expect to have. But that's just what made them all the better, being so unexpected. And with it, many pleasant surprises.
Like today.
Hunched over a Risen hand, tome lying near and a needle in the other to poke at the twitching hand, Henry was lazily flipping through all the possibilities he could do with the newest hand he found. Lets see... he already drained the blood out of one to see if it could still move (it couldn't sadly, and was tossed into the flames of a campfire he made on the outskirts of their camp), he tried to see if they could feel pain by slowly burning it, jabbing at it, just to see if it would wreathe; only all it did was twitch. He tried making animals eat it to see if they could stomach Risens. He tried plucking the bones out to inspect and compare; he did everything he could think of that he could do with a Risen hand.
What else could he do with it?
Else he was going to get bored and just burn it away and watching flames eat away at flesh was fun for only so long.
What else was there to do?
"Hello father."
"Hello son," Henry chirped as he turns to see Morgan slip up behind him, his snow white hair bouncing with his steps as his gleaming red eyes turned down to the hand, watching it twitch on the ground. "Oooooh is that a Risen hand?"
"It is!" Henry confirmed, sliding over to give the boy room, giddy to have a playmate to experiment and mess with. His dear Aeron loved fighting and burning as much as he did, but she wasn't as crazy about messing with body parts as he was.
Looks like that's something his son caught from him, not just his white hair and positivity.
"Look at the size of this one! You think it might be a general's?"
"Hm... I've considered it. Most likely it is, you see how beefy these fingers are? You get fingers like that from wielding heavy weapons. He could also be a berserker. That's why you're mother has stronger hands than me."
"Makes sense. How'd you find it though? Most hands and limbs are lost in the fire, turned to ash by lightning, blown away, and so on."
Henry grinned at his son as he said, "Its all a matter of knowing where to look. I can show you sometime."
"Maybe today?" Morgan asked happily.
"I don't see why not!" Henry proclaims, the crows above them cawing in eager agreement. "But first I want to play with this hand, just need to figure out was to do with it."
"Ooooh! Have you tried peeling the skin away to look at the muscles?"
Henry perked at that, his smile growing quite big at the idea. "My son, you are a true genius."
"And you guys are really disgusting," Severa grumbled loudly as she walked by, frowning down at them and the hand they were hunched over.
"Science isn't always pretty," Morgan commented, as he and Henry smiled their oblivious smiles to Severa's raw disgust. Shaking her head at them, she hurried away as Morgan began to explain to Henry the easiest way to peel flesh off a hand in one piece.
i always had a thought that if henry was morgan's father, he'd also have a slight fondness for disembodied limbs, blood, and such.
he is a true child of plegia after all, and we all know how quirky plegians can be ;3