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Henry Green, the Ghost and Botanist

@ShopkeeperGreen

“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it."

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“𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢.” •𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗥𝗣 •𝗖𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗦𝗟


"If I had room and significantly more shelving." He already has a LOT of shelving. And yet it's never quite enough?


"No judgement from me." The feeling of wearing a blanket almost all the time is one reason he likes his robes. And why he adds an extra layer of them in winter. "Are you alright?"

My kidneys get sore when my back is cold so I’m sitting with a blanket around my middle. Don’t judge me.



"A loose adaptation of how my carriage was commandeered in the dead of night." The plants by the window were unharmed. Evie always stepped around them. "I went with them, of course. An extra pair of hands." And someone to watch the carriage--

ShopkeeperGreen's tweet image. "A loose adaptation of how my carriage was commandeered in the dead of night."

The plants by the window were unharmed. Evie always stepped around them.

"I went with them, of course. An extra pair of hands."

And someone to watch the carriage--

Sometimes, you have to take the time to remind those that you care about that you do, in fact, care about them, a lot. It's also Fryeday, so he's brought fish and chips for @AssassinDame. And then read a couple of messages and got alarmed. "Is Jacob alright?"


"On a clear night, from here, you can see the whole city." That's factory ash rather than snow. But Henry likes it anyway. It's atmospheric.


They'd talked about it last year and then he'd had to go off and nullify his other secret marriage. It was a whole thing. And then, you know, liberating London from the forces of evil. But honestly he just needs to shut up and propose. He just. Wants it to be 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

“Actually, I’m not betrothed at all.” “It’s just a— sort of unspoken thing. Where we’re never actually spoken about it.” “I’m much too busy for all of that anyway.”



"It did." No way around it: might as well admit it. "Although I tend to keep an eye out for when you're here either way." "Are you still babysitting Daisy?" That had come up, hadn't it?

“That got your attention.”



"What?" That's a typo or his ears are burning. Or? Both?

“Do me.” “I mean want?!”



She has a Vampire Queen outfit? Well. Maybe he has to match at some point. Couldn't pull off the collar: could probably pull off the cape. "If you do, then please let me know." So that's a 'yes'.

“Do you like it, Henry?” It was rather out there for her usual outfits, with the exception of Victorian Vampire Queen, but the aesthetic was interesting. “Maybe I will try it on.”



"...that looks beautiful?" The question mark and the pause is because he's just imagined her wearing it. And once you imagine something like that, how the heck do you stop?

“Is this too fussy? I like to think it would catch a certain someone’s attention, being botanical.” “It’s practically educational.”

AssassinDame's tweet image. “Is this too fussy? I like to think it would catch a certain someone’s attention, being botanical.” 

“It’s practically educational.”


"Hello. It's been longer than I meant it to be." There's no longer a need for pretenses. Having popped a chip in his mouth, Henry stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Evie, kissed the top of her head. "Are you well?"

A stain on her clothing would be a small price to pay to spend some time with him. “Just the smell of vinegar, which will wear off soon.” She didn’t plan on trying to hide anywhere tonight, it’s be no big deal. “Hello stranger.”



On cue, Henry steps out the shadows, and admires the fried potatoes: great, thick slabs coated in salt and vinegar. "You didn't get grease on your coat for my sake, did you? Thank you." It's a true sign of love.

She’s only a little late, but she also brought some fried potatoes to make up for it. Drenched in vinegar and stinking up her coat. “Henry?” Well, she knew where he was, but being polite she’d pretend that she didn’t.



Sometimes, time doesn't mess with you by dumping people from the future into the middle of your living room. Sometimes, it just gives you a bad schedule. No more! He's wresting his fate back from heartless fortune! (Which means he'll be there at like 8?)

She has, though it was back home and right back into the thick of things. For some reason, they keep missing each other, living on opposite schedules maybe. Time to rectify that, she’ll leave a note in his shop asking him to meet her at a specific time and date. A date, yes.



Has @AssassinDame made it back from Crawley yet? He's kept an eye on her lodgings while she's been away. And left a present, with some flowers, on her desk.

ShopkeeperGreen's tweet image. Has @AssassinDame made it back from Crawley yet? He's kept an eye on her lodgings while she's been away.

And left a present, with some flowers, on her desk.

"I think the answer is no, to that first one. It'll never be over." "...that's not ALL bad." "But we can still get on with things in the midst of it!" A bow, and a little flourish, to be theatrical. "What do you need?"

“Is all the bawdiness done with? Can we get back to the task at hand?”



Henry notices this? And figures he can be a little more helpful than a doorframe. Lord knows he's had to repair his own spine around twice-over. So he's going to take his thumbs to the knot in her muscles and try to get rid of it. "Let me know if this works?"

Doing complicated things with a doorframe to try and get that crick out of her back.



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