Ah, what a glamorous life. Witches, corpses, and care packages.
[ It's obvious that he wants to spend a bit more time here and a bit less time opening up dead bodies to check how terribly everyone on his side of the door fucked up, but that's life. Hesitantly, he unfurls Iona out of his arms and back onto the lukewarm flooring of their rooftop; the sun is 70% beneath the horizon now, casting Paris in foreboding orange-blue.
The cogs in a nearby cathedral turn. Somewhere, a bell chimes: cacophonous and deep. ]
Something sweet, then. Chocolate.
[ When has he stopped hiding from Iona, again? He can't even remember. ]
...By the by. I thought you were going to say goodbye to me, today.
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[ It's obvious that he wants to spend a bit more time here and a bit less time opening up dead bodies to check how terribly everyone on his side of the door fucked up, but that's life. Hesitantly, he unfurls Iona out of his arms and back onto the lukewarm flooring of their rooftop; the sun is 70% beneath the horizon now, casting Paris in foreboding orange-blue.
The cogs in a nearby cathedral turn. Somewhere, a bell chimes: cacophonous and deep. ]
Something sweet, then. Chocolate.
[ When has he stopped hiding from Iona, again? He can't even remember. ]
...By the by. I thought you were going to say goodbye to me, today.