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Apr 20 2017, 12:06 AM
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Henri had been excited about the ball since the moment his parents had announced they were doing it. He knew he was going to have a lot of fun running around with his boyfriend, whilst spring and love and happiness was in the air. It was very easy, after all, to be voerly excited at a ball you got to host, especially when your parents decided that it was mostly your responsibility. He had enlisted his sisters to help the hosting, of course, which had only made things awkward for his parents who were speaking to none of them at present, but it also meant that Henri had to pass messages between them until Maria had gotten annoyed enough to take over the planning they had to do and disregard their parents to talk to their party planner instead. Things had gone smoothly despite that, and Henri hadn’t yet quite told his parents about Baz other than a brief introduction and a quick detour to where Maria hadn’t looked pleased either but fortunately his other siblings seemed to be getting on alright so he focused on that instead, sure that Maria was very busy keeping an eye on her own date and the guests. <p>
It was at the point where they could finally relax and actually enjoy the party, the guests seemed to be there and fed and had drinks, and the night was mostly settled, so Henri finally turned to Baz with a light smile, briefly resting his forehead on his boyfriend’s shoulder, mostly out of affection before he straightened up and looked around. <b>”I think things are going well,”</b> Henri announced to him, very excited to nearly run into a rose bush because he thought it was perfect timing. Shoving a few petals back out of his face Henri picked off a rose and handed it gently to Baz, hoping he would like the flower, because it only seemed appropriate that he have flowers on him at the spring ball of all things. <b>”I hope you like roses,”</b> Henri said as an afterthought, thinking it would be sad if he didn’t because he definitely associated them with romance, which was definitely his favourite thing.

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It was a fairly well known fact to anyone within a four mile radius of Henri that Valentine’s Day was his favourite day of the year. In fact, the only other holiday that came close was Christmas, and even then it was best not to make him choose because he got a strange worried sort of expression as he thought about it like he was choosing between two dear children of his. Even so, he was incredibly ready to spend Valentine’s Day with his perfect boyfriend, whom everything was going amazingly well with. Anyone could see Henri was so much happier since they’d gotten back together, he just wanted to be with Baz all the time, all semblance of taking it slow had almost gone out of the window as Henri started to trust him more, and be able to spend time with him more. Frankly, Henri would have struggled to take it slow the first time around, but after everything once his doubts had left he knew he was ready to just adore this man. <p>
He had decided they should go out for Valentine’s but he thought a traditional meal sounded silly when he had heard of this incredibly secluded and beautiful part of London that sounded absolutely perfect for them. It hadn’t taken much to get Baz to meet him at his heavily heart filled apartment (having prepared for the day by wearing his favourite and then take him on the adventure that was finding Little Venice. It hadn’t taken as long as Henri had anticipated, but once they got there Henri realised that just meant there was more time to explore it, and he was even more excited than before, lacing his fingers between Baz’s as they looked around the pretty canal filled area. <p>
<b>”I think we should get on a boat,”</b> Henri announced after some thought, it made perfect sense to him, they liked boats, right? They probably liked romantic boats, so as it stood, it made perfect sense that they went on a romantic boat ride. He was sure they’d explore the rest later, but he was just very excited to be sailed up the canal whilst holding his boyfriend’s hand.

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If this entire night hadn't been like a painful memory revisiting him, then slowly and carefully packing up Baz's scattered things from across his apartment was. He had music playing lightly in the background in the hopes that it would make it less awkward and silent, and perhaps deter the need for conversation - now that Baz' family were gone he was only afraid of what they might have to say. Fortunately, Henri was sure this was the end, and perhaps it was good for both of them that they had this peaceful ending, and somehow they would manage a peaceful beginning in their own separate lives. Passing a jacket over to the general vicinity of where Baz was, barely meeting his eye, Henri glanced around his living room - well aware that last time they had been there together had not been their happiest time. Henri decided that Baz could deal with his own things, and started to pick up the glasses that had been scattered across the room from entertaining their guests, and took them into the kitchen.<p>
When he returned Henri half hoped to see that Baz had collected all his things, but he could still see quite a few possessions lying around that weren't his own - lying around as though Baz lived there, as though reminding him of a life that wouldn't be. <b>"Did you put anything in the bathroom?"</b> Henri asked, unsure if he'd gone as far as putting a tooth brush or his favourite brand of shampoo in the bathroom in case someone went in there and questioned it. He scratched the back of his head nervously, glancing as surreptitiously as he could at the time on his watch, wondering how long it would be before this all ended - he didn't want to kick Baz out or rush him, because it seemed rude, but just having him there was enough to induce a dull sort of heartache underlying everything he did. <p>
<b>"I, uh, did it all go okay?"</b> he asked after a pause, unsure if everything had been convincing enough - if they had managed what the entire point of that night had been. Even then sure, he didn't want to talk to Baz like nothing was wrong, but he was doing this as a favour, he knew he could be nice, maybe they didn't have to be in complete silence.

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Henri had spent most of the time since he and Baz had split up looking morose, sighing vaguely and putting away his neon suits. He didn't like the idea he was making anyone unhappy with his own unhappiness, so for the most part he had been rather subdued and kept to himself, avoiding his usually rampant social life. He only really saw people at work, and when they insisted, his sisters. He did his best to give them weak smiles and look as though everything was alright, but frankly, he wasn't alright. When he had gotten to Emma's he had immediately curled himself into the cushions of the sofa, inquired after his other sister – apparently she was at work – and then let Emma do the talking, unsure there was much he wanted to say, but happy to listen to the things going on in her life, he figured it was better than dwelling on things.<p>
<b>”What about your magic, how's that going?”</b> he asked her, hoping to keep the conversation off himself despite his slightly vacant stare, tired eyes and the fact his usual grin was rather obviously missing. As much as everything had ended badly with Baz he had been happy with him for quite a few months, he had been hoping for more, and now he had to continue without that in his life. It hurt enough that it didn't seem to be going away, and as much as he knew he should be picking himself back up and moving on he hadn't found a way just yet. Even if he wasn't permanently on the verge of tears, he certainly wasn't happy. He managed to focus on Emma for a moment, giving her one of his vague smiles, if only to encourage her to talk and make it seem like he had actually been focusing on what she was saying.


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Since Christmas had flown out the window, and everything was behind him, Henri felt he'd had a weird amount of time to relax. Obviously he had busy work, and a ridiculously active social life, but without preparations for anything until Valentine's day (which was already more or less sorted, he was very excited,) he didn't actually have much to do. This had induced a huge clear out of his desk at home, and he was now sat on the floor of his living room with several piles of paperwork on the coffee table, frowning as he sorted through it all. He'd been trying to collect all his invitations to things through-out the year, he liked to keep them just in case anything turned out to be special, and he liked to keep them all anyway, he was sentimental like that. He was only missing one at this point, from the end of the year – an event he'd never actually ended up attending thanks to his sisters – but he still couldn't think why he would have put the invitation itself anywhere but in the midst of his paperwork. Perhaps it was somewhere behind the sofa, he'd never see it again... Or, perhaps not, finally he pulled it out of the pile successfully, smiling briefly as he put it in the middle of the coffee table in full plain view of everything; he did remember vaguely that he'd been rather glad not to go, upon hearing of the crime committed that night.<p>
He was just glancing dubiously at the invitation behind him from his position on the carpet when the door went. He figured it would be Baz, so he didn't bother getting up, buried too deep under the pile on his lap anyway, but still he couldn't help the grin at the presence of his boyfriend. <b>”Come in, it's open,”</b> he yelled, realising he would probably have to get up anyway, and doing his very best to start slowly depositing this particular pile in a somewhat organised fashion on the carpet next to him. <b>”I'm in here,”</b> he added, upon hearing the door going, and not wanting Baz to wander aimlessly around his apartment, not that it was massive, but it still had some size to it. <b>”Sorry about the mess, I'm uh...cleaning,”</b> he said a little sheepishly, as he did his best to get to his feet so he could give Baz a kiss on the cheek.

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