#yay...headcanon...slightly inspired by my thread with monk yahoo

[knightedgales]

Henry is a cocktail of scents. As a blacksmith, one can often find him trailed with the unmistakable fragrance of charcoal in a forge. Often, he can be described by this singular word alone, all heat and smoke and a blistering sort of fire. Coincidentally, it's all quite poetic when one gives thought to the brunt of his nature; fierce, of course, he, too, is like golden-red and unquenched steel. Still, as an errand boy to noblemen, he enjoys some other little notes that will stubbornly cling beneath all that brimstone. Of course, there's the scent of sun, of bathing too long in the whir of the elements - hot sweat, pine, poppies he's been traipsing in when their season comes along - but there's also that punch of lavender that's all too present. Dabbling a bit in alchemy, Henry knows how to make maybe-passable cooling salves and half-effective potions. As an errand boy, again, he gets torn and into trouble more often than not. As such, he's often lightly battered, perhaps even clutching at a gash from a sneaky blade, and knowing that lavender can help soothe pain, will smell of washed-off blood and persistent springtime. Mixed with the cloves for his teeth, he's a molotov of autumn and April heat.