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Private AU/PSL RP, set anywhere from 1879 alternate history France to 21st century North America. A tale of two brothers and the witch and her golem who gets entangled in their lives. Urban fantasy, steampunk, magic, guns, and coffee collide. ➤ PART I ➢ "La Caravane".

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[effet]

It's equivalent exchange, you know? You gave me clothes and let me sleep in your home— something in return for a favor granted.

[ It's a creed, perhaps a little pragmatic of him, but it's what he's grown up with. But that doesn't stop it from being largely sincere, too, and he genuinely looks happy about her accepting his gifts.

...He hopes. ]

And, yeah. I slept the whole day, until someone found me lying facedown on the floor?! [ a laugh. ] He thought I was dead, you should've seen the look on his face.

[infusion]

Ah, that makes sense then. The macarons look so cute! ♥

[She seems like she's accepting the gifts either way at least! When he puts it like that, it's a gesture of gratefulness and there's nothing wrong with that (although Oren would probably say the dress is too much).]

You ended up on the floor? I'd be surprised if they didn't think you were dead...

[effet]

Sometimes you just, you know.

End up on the floor.

[ He says this as if it's perfectly normal...Gus... ]

And hey, since the others weren't any help: what's your favorite color?

[infusion]

[She wanted to ask him if he got in trouble and whether he or Claude were interrogated about her... But then he springs that last question so she blinks, thinking about it.]

Ah... Well... I guess I do tend to lean towards blues and violets. But there's creamy whites and pale yellows, and greens...

Oh! Indigo.

[effet]

[ Ah... he wilts a little, and then holds up the dress he brought her. ]

Do you hate red...?!

[infusion]

Oh! That's lovely though!

[She takes the dress in her arms, looking at it with admiration.]

I don't hate reds! Did you choose this yourself?

[effet]

Aah...I had a little help, but it was mostly me!

[ He isn't exactly ready for Iona to meet or know about Evangeline, former assassin-turned-kind-of-friend... so there's that. Eva really likes red. ]

[infusion]

Then I like it.

[She says this firmly and sincerely although she has to mention with some bemusement...]

I probably won't be able to wear it in LA though!

[effet]

That's fine, that's fine.

You can come wear it to one of my parties!

[infusion]

Oh, but if it's a party maybe a creamy white--...

Wait, what?

[effet]

One of my parties! I know some of the other faction members've seen your face, but if it's a masquerade— and besides, none of them would be stupid enough to do anything dodgy during a ball.

[infusion]

I... That's so nice, but... Gus, are you sure?? I think I'd still stick out and...

[She's a little flustered at being invited to... a ball. Who does balls anymore!!! And honestly, when it comes to grace, Iona does the punch in your face part too well, compared to being graceful and sophisticated.]

[effet]

[ Without missing a beat, Gus puts his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, leans forward and gives Iona one of his toothy, bright grins. ]

Of course you'll stand out.

You're gorgeous!

[infusion]

Gorgeous, is it?

[She crosses her arms, pretending to look severe.]

So, gotta prove to the top brass and rival that you aren't completely hopeless when it comes to gorgeous woman, hm??

[effet]

[ And, well. His doofy grin subsides into something a little more serious, mostly for the sake of theatrics: this is him trying to flex his suave muscles. ]

I don't have to prove myself to anyone.

[oren]

[HERE'S OREN HERE TO RUIN EVERYTHING see what's up. He overheard about the ball thing so... He's looking at the dress. Then at Iona who's blinking at him (sometimes what he's thinking is incomprehensible, even to her).

An then he looks at Gus.]

Not this dress.

[the rudest]

[effet]

[ WHAT THE FUCK, OREN. ]

—Why, because you want to wear it?!

[ so weak, Gus...so weak. ]

[oren]

Off white better. Cream white.

[look, he gets to dress up his charge, not gus, frenchman isn't allowed to yet]

[effet]

Dieu, you're worse than a rich mother who won't let her son get married.

[ Archaic comparisons, Gus... ]

[oren]

You skipped steps.

[THERE IS A LINE DRAWN HERE SON]

Both of us. Been seen. Certain no trouble?

[effet]

You can stay invisible!!!!!

[ So butthurt. ]

[oren]

[There's a notable pause as Gus says that... And Oren turns around about to return to the kitchen before replying curtly.]

No need.

[oren you're so spiteful for a rock...]

[effet]

[ Turning to Iona: ]

Oren is such a bully to me, Iona?!

[ He asks for it though, lbr. ]

[infusion]

Yeah he could be more well behaved, but...

When you both bicker together it's like you're already friends!

[effet]

Yeah, well. I don't give him that tough of a time.

...Do I?