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Private AU/PSL RP. A tale of two brothers from alternate 1879 France, and the witch, her golem, and other colorful characters, who get entangled in their lives. Urban fantasy, steampunk, magic, guns, and coffee collide. ➤ PART I ➢ "La Caravane".

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[infusion]

He... He just needs rest. Weird, I know, golem and all, but for once, it's applicable. His core isn't as strong as it used to be and...

[Her right hand that supports Oren unconsciously grips his arm.

Iona's eyes show her surprise at Claude's offer. It's... She can't say she expected it really? He'd be more stand offish wouldn't he? Or is she just assuming things again?]

... The flat sounds great, Claude. And if we got a ghoul in the opera to deal with, might as well make a base!

[Her voice returns to its cheery and heartened tone.]

[pragnanz]

[ The fact of the matter is that he relates to the concept of being tied to someone, having someone be around you and having that presence sometimes be a component of guilt. Iona worries about Oren, that much is obvious: he sees her worry for him in ways that he recognizes to be familial, important.

It makes him sick (not in a bad way, which makes him feel sicker), because he knows that connections are important.

God, he hates relating to people.

After he makes his offer, he turns away so that Iona won't be able to see the way his expression twists just a fraction. She's such a bad influence, why is she making him empathize with people, ugh. ]

...We'll let him rest, then. Auguste, will you be fine on your own on your way back?

[ His brother knits his brows, but ultimately nods. Of course, Gus'd wanted to stick around and explore a bit more, but that would be foolish, even for his standards. ]

Tomorrow, I'll see if I can't find a map of the underground. Something for Oren to look over while he's bedridden.