
Taken From Howl's Journal
"Planning to give your heart to another girl?" Leyla asked, frowning at her older bother. The infant was watching Howl's daily routine in front of the mirror with disgust. Why was he always combing his hair so it looked just right? Why did he care so much about what he looked like? He wasn't going out to impress anyone. What was with his need to look perfect at all hours of the day?
Howl looked at the mirror, and smirked at the reflection of his younger sister. "I couldn't even if I wanted to," he said. "And I don't, mind you." That said, the wizard went back to fixing his hair. Stupid humidity, making it the wrong texture. It felt bumpy and brittle, like Calcifer had been too close to it. It wasn't at all the perfect softness Howl usually enjoyed.
"Why not?" Leyla asked, tilting her head. She was much too young to have read the books, and what she knew about her brother, she had experienced first-hand. She'd seen him flirt with girls. She'd seen him holding hands with a pretty silver-haired girl, too. He had seemed so much more genuine with her. Was he really going to give up on her?
"I'm married," Howl told her, matter-of-factly. He wasn't interested in telling his youngest sibling his life story. "So I couldn't give my heart to anyone else, now could I?"
"You could if you wanted," Leyla pointed out. "You could."
"No, I couldn't," argued Howl. "My heart belongs to someone already." He didn't once look at her. He knew Calcifer wasn't far off, and could only hope the fire demon would keep his mouth shut. No such luck, as usual.
"Howl's quite heartless, you know," Calcifer fizzed.
"Heartless?" Leyla repeated, curious. "How's he alive if he's heartless? You can't live without a heart."
That made Howl turn around. He crossed his arms and frowned at his fire demon. "Yes you can," he muttered. "I'm proof. I could take any part of you I wanted and keep you alive, if I went about it in the right way. Let's just say someone's set my heart on fire. I plan on keeping it that way, until she can get it back for me."
Howl looked at the mirror, and smirked at the reflection of his younger sister. "I couldn't even if I wanted to," he said. "And I don't, mind you." That said, the wizard went back to fixing his hair. Stupid humidity, making it the wrong texture. It felt bumpy and brittle, like Calcifer had been too close to it. It wasn't at all the perfect softness Howl usually enjoyed.
"Why not?" Leyla asked, tilting her head. She was much too young to have read the books, and what she knew about her brother, she had experienced first-hand. She'd seen him flirt with girls. She'd seen him holding hands with a pretty silver-haired girl, too. He had seemed so much more genuine with her. Was he really going to give up on her?
"I'm married," Howl told her, matter-of-factly. He wasn't interested in telling his youngest sibling his life story. "So I couldn't give my heart to anyone else, now could I?"
"You could if you wanted," Leyla pointed out. "You could."
"No, I couldn't," argued Howl. "My heart belongs to someone already." He didn't once look at her. He knew Calcifer wasn't far off, and could only hope the fire demon would keep his mouth shut. No such luck, as usual.
"Howl's quite heartless, you know," Calcifer fizzed.
"Heartless?" Leyla repeated, curious. "How's he alive if he's heartless? You can't live without a heart."
That made Howl turn around. He crossed his arms and frowned at his fire demon. "Yes you can," he muttered. "I'm proof. I could take any part of you I wanted and keep you alive, if I went about it in the right way. Let's just say someone's set my heart on fire. I plan on keeping it that way, until she can get it back for me."