codenamewiccan‌:

           “I dunno. Probably things like Gorgeous, Beautiful, Light of my Life-- Springtime Nerd and Baby Animals Enthusiast also applicable.” He was pretty sure there were a number of animated cartoons that had characters within their tales that he could readily ascribe to the individual standing before him now. 

                       He pulls the glass away from his lips and returns to swirling it around to occupy his hand while he listens to the low-down on the Azure Dragon clan. Always interesting to hear what they were up to, felt like they were always busy with this or that. 

                   “I think I heard about that. Well, hope they’re being careful out there and staying safe in that case. Otherwise I’m starting to see how that figures - it’s been a while but you’re still as curious and adventurous as ever. Don’t think you’ll be finding any lack of visitors from afar at a place like this; things should shape up pretty interesting.”

savageshehulk‌:

      The outpour of emotion towards the events she’d suffered was familiar, in a far-off, somewhat distance way. He felt personally detached from it all, while still holding the vivid memories of having once been in the very same situation. Leaving him without burden, but not without empathy. 

            So he kept quiet, knowing one needed space at such a critical point in their... unlife. It’s only when she asks questions of him that he speaks again. 

                                 “We thought something might happen, sure. Can’t say I ever know who it’ll be, or who will be the reason for it, just that... Just a sense. Nothing someone can ‘stop’...”

               It’s not comforting, but it’s the truth. And in cases like these, he just has to hope the truth will be enough of a comfort. Even as she continues to attempt to process all of this, in a way that he’s seen all too many times before... 

                                When she stands, he looks to her; tempted to voice that she’s managing to compose herself better than other souls he has come across before. He deliberates on how much value she’d garner from that, and ends up defaulting from it. 

                     “If it makes you feel any better-- wherever you’re headed, you’ll find people who went through just same things you did. People who had the same questions, struggled with the same deals...  Whether or not someone was able to give others acceptance in this life, death tends to put things into perspective - for everyone”

                                         “I think you’ll find, it’ll be different this time.   Better.”

connorcourtesy‌:

              A gentle snort sounds itself within his throat as he places the mystery glass on the nearest table he passes, nudging it along with his knuckles before coming to stand in front of the dorkiest werewolf he has ever had the pleasure of knowing. 

                   “Because uh, party. Social gathering, by definition. People don’t usually turn up to those unless they know at least someone, or have tried to know someone by thirty minutes in - but I figured you’d be happy enough just getting to know the glass you’re standing around holding.”

                            There’s a small element of humor there - he tries to keep it small since, well the Doc was a nervous monster and murders had just happened. Harry was trying to avoid coming off as tonally dissonant - a usual problem of his.

codenamewiccan‌:

            “Think I just found my catchphrase of the decade.” Harry chimes almost as soon as William expresses his ‘disapproval’ of the invention. Words were made up practically every century - weisure was totally legit. Maybe if he spread it around enough... 

                     The twinkle of mischief in his eye remains as he drums his fingertips once along the curved side of his own glass, red wine rippling gently from beneath the short-lived rhythm that thrummed through its body. He puts it to his lips, a small smirk tugging as William comes at him with that rebuttal. 

                                “I’ll take that as a compliment. Good to see you too, Bright Blue. Guessing you’re here as an envoy for the fam? Networking, keeping tabs... all the rest of it?”

savageshehulk‌:

          It’s... A strange sensation, when you think about it. 

     As far as anyone else who sees him may be be concerned, he’s just standing there in this hall, staring off into the distance looking a little lost in thought. Not having an entire internalized interactive conversation with a recently deceased soul on her way out. 

                She’s scared, this one. Really wasn’t ready to go. From what he’d heard of her story, he can... kinda see why. He’d say it was unfair but, damn. It’s hardly ever fair, is it. Sometimes wondered if there was a method to any of it - in the end it just feels like a roulette spin every time. 

                                      Harry tries to explain a little. 

                         “I’m afraid you’re dead, miss. Murdered while at this party. Can’t say how or why or by who, I’m just here to see how you’re doing, and... make sure you get along to the next world okay.”  He turns slightly, looking at the people around them. 

                                          “They can’t see you, and I’m guessing you can barely see them - sorta how it goes. As you’re dead, your soul’s now in-transit to the next realm you’re destined for - whichever that happens to be for you. I mean, unless you linger with regret, in which case you manifest as a ghost here for a while...”

                            He considers for a moment, then adds.

                                                      “Can’t recommend that for anyone, though. So I’m also here to help recently deceased souls get whatever it is off their chest so they can move on. Sounds like you have some regrets, at least...”

@codenamewiccan

               “--Can I just say it’s a work and leisure thing?  Like ... ‘Weisure’.”  

       Harry can’t manage that without a humored grin inching up his features as he attempts describes the phenomenon of somehow indulging in both at once. After all, William is well aware of how things work by now -  it makes things easy, in a way.

                   Seeing as Harry is, well, nothing if not professional. Whether he’s here or there, in this time or that; whether it’s true or untrue, it’s just par the course for his uncommitted reasons. A little bit playful, innately flexible. It’s not like even work always happened as planned...

                             “I’m just trying to compete for your title of being the ‘Life’ of all these parties. Could say I’m a little jealous.”

@savageshehulk

           “I had some line about a Big Bad Wolf, or... I dunno, it was funny. Might have made you laugh or, at least distract you a little from everything that’s going on.   

                  I know it’s a lot, so. Just take your time. You’ve got all of it in the world.” 

                          You’d think experience would make something like this easy. 

                                                              Nah.    It’s never really ‘easy’...

@connorcourtesy

       He ambles up on this particularly erudite acquaintance of his while swirling a cup of - whatever it is he just picked up. He didn’t notice, nor does it particularly matter; it’s already traversing down his throat. Can’t taste a thing, but he imagines it tastes divine. 

                Harry’s speaking already by the time he swallows.

                                        “--Did you know ‘er?”

FightAsOne AU: Week 8 - Monster Murder Mystery

   ➢ Harry Osborn as “Why The Fuck Do I Get Closer To Death Every Single AU” - Death’s Errand Boy

       So, here’s the thing. Boy lives happy life. Plague visits boy’s village. Boy succumbs to plague, and in final hour beseeches Death to grant him eternal life. Eternal life sort-of granted; worst job ever with no prospects or promise of promotion definitely granted. 

     Seriously, pretty sure it’s been more than a thousand years and there hasn’t even been a raise handed my way. Like once. Hard to get a raise when you don’t even get paid for what you do, you know. Boss is kind of an asshole - don’t tell ‘em I said that. I mean, they now officially know already being some kind of omniscient concept, but don’t tell ‘em I said that.

          Whatever, I’m over it. Kinda learned to enjoy this whole show. The job is the job as they say nowadays - and it has its perks. I get to travel all over the place, meet all kinds of monsters and humans. Not to mention, carry the sentiment of hearts where it pertains to loved ones lost, on one side or the other - from one side to the other...

              Speaking of, today’s schedule, today’s schedule--. The Party, right. It’s the Bal Des Sauvages that Nefaria family have in the works. Sweet, always dig a good party. One could even say it might be an occasion to die for. 

                                                             Fuck, that was so awful... 

its-princess-freakin-powerful‌:

         What he feels well up within him is a    difficult sentiment. One rife with a deep inner conflict that stretches back for months on end, raises questions about himself and the nature of the impact he’s had on the people around him. The people close to him. 

                The sigh leaves his nose before he can stop it, self-directed. Self-inflicted. He’s lost the use of words, and can no longer muster the faintest idea of what to say next. So he lets it all hang like that; in an upended, incomplete atmosphere of his own making.

                        And anticipates Molly having it more together for the both of them. A prescient thought, it proves. At first it’s just a mirror image looking back at him; doubt, hesitation. A sense of being lost for word and wit alike. 

                           But then she surprises him all over again. And he can almost hear the slight intake of breath that permeates his response as she goes on to detail precisely what’s going on here between them - and how, potentially, maybe they could move on from it.

                       Yeah, she was more mature than most adults he knew. 

           He’s struck with this thought - not for the first time, and that fact alone is enough to pick up at the corners of his mouth. Just slightly. Just enough. The prelude to the somewhat mellowed tone that follows.

              “Guess that’s it for pretending. It’s exhausting to do, anyway. We all know what happened, and who did whatever already. But, I like this idea you mentioned of... maybe paying attention to what we want as much as what we know.” 

                    “It’s not gonna change what happened, but we do get a say in how things go from here. At least, with this... So maybe we can try the whole friends and ice cream thing again, without having to do any of the pretend stuff. A bit of both.”

    A slight pause, before he’s brave enough to venture with a tentative smile.

                                                    “What do you think?”

eleazarus‌:

          What am I ever not about to bring down on myself.

                        --Something something, alien artifacts, Asgard... You saw that news from not too long back, right? 

codenamewiccan‌: 

          It’s merely habit for Harry’s eyes to follow where Billy’s deign to fall, in this particular occasion upon the light tint of the skin upon the other boy’s arm. A thoughtful noise hums - very deliberately - in his throat as protests that the difference isn’t all too much rise to note. Punctuated by the prod to his chest, something he breaks into a small chuckle over. “C’mon, my orange days were back in high school.”      He’s better with the whole tanning concept these days.  A lot better.  

                  It’s with no small degree of humor that he watches the fingertip tap repeatedly in place, a sure sign of oncoming teasing self-evident. And then that voice starts the tell-tale set-up, a sort of lilt so unique to Billy that he finds his own impish grin infectiously beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth - just waiting for the punchline. It comes, and Harry’s prepared. 

         “See, that right there is where you just call it in and hand over victory. ‘Cause there you’d be, seeing me drenched from head to toe, and I’d just be standing there in your front garden - available...“           And he just lets that sentence trail. Naturally.

mutant-kasper‌:

            “Yeah. ‘t’s up?”

      Harry answers conversationally, lingering by the drinks bar at the side of his office an currently perusing his options . 

                        After a moment passing over a number of spirits, he instead dips down to the espresso machine on the counter and sets about putting a cup on.

@eleazarus

          --You ever get the really specific feeling that you want something, or you want to stick your nose somewhere, and you’re pretty sure no good’s gonna come of it - but you wanna do it anyway?

                      [He asks like he’s not already sure she gets him on this one.]