Refrain
HenryxOlivia
Musings of a reformed evil.
Henry's mind raced, as it always did at the start of a battle. It seemed that every morbid thought, every blood-coated horror, ran through his mind all at once. Some part of him was overjoyed, but another part was afraid. Soon he would forget himself again.
There had been times, in the heat of battle, when he had to physically restrain himself from attacking people he knew to be allies. It was the curse of dark magic.
It scared him more than the thought of pain. If he hurt any of the members of this army, the rest would ostracize him. He'd be alone again.
There was only one thing that calmed his thoughts and chased away his fears: when that trembling, tiny hand slipped into his, as it did now.
"H-Henry...Please take care of yourself," Oliva whispers. She always knew, despite his smile, when he was over-thinking.
"Nah," he giggles, tapping her nose.
"I'm going to take care of you."
Just like that, his mood would change. Because Olivia reminded him that now he had someone to go to, someone to live for. If he threw his life away, who would protect her?
Still, he was ready for some merciless slaughtering. Of Risen, of course.