He.. he mean's there is far for sin here. Which it fitting for your kind.
Francis gives a soft noise of acknowledgement.
"Funny how these things work out. My daughter lives here. Not very far away in fact."
Several blocks and a veil of dimensions but near enough. One can never be entirely certain where Aurora's body is residing much less her mind. It's one of the things he treasures about her.
She's a flighty thing that flits through dimensions like a butterfly. A sweet, odd little duck.
"Mm, really? It's an interesting city. Doesn't sleep, really. Kind of obnoxious, but it's home, now."
He glances up from his work and smiles.
"If she ever needs anything, you can have her call me." And he isn't jonesing for a phone number or anything like that - he's a genuinely nice person who just wants to help people out.
"It is," he murmurs, leaning over the piece, careful - so careful. He hasn't been alone long, but he feels it intimately. "I'm sorry, if you're alone, too."
"He wasn't my sire, if that's what you're thinking. I don't know where my
sire is, or if he's alive. He was a friend."
He...thinks...
"Oh? Well. It's nice to meet someone who understands." Probably, anyway.
Though..."You aren't one, though. I'm...untrained, but I can smell...I
don't know. You smell like paper, honestly."q
"Sorry. I mean...Marcus was a friend. Not my sire." He's not being clear, because Francis is a little distracting. So is the piece he's working on.
"Really? That's really amazing." He looks up, a little sheepish. "I didn't mean to insult you. It's a nice smell." But it isn't human, and it isn't vampire, and it isn't wolf. It's not fae, he doesn't think, but he only knows one and she wears a lot of perfume to cover her scent.
"I see that," he murmurs, leaning in to examine it closely. "I can make a new one. Not in one night, though. You'd have to leave it with me, if you're comfortable with that."
"Oh, no I know it will take time. I should tell you I've had it enchanted. You won't be able to tell a soul you have it and you won't be able to bring it outside these walls."
Amongst some other things. A dragon does have to protect himself.
"Well..." He thinks on it, leaning on the table a little. "Neither of us are...human. That's clear. We probably run in similar circles. So you having this isn't...all that abnormal, all things considered."
Ethan flashes him a small smile.
"But I wasn't going to mention it anyway. It's safe here. But if you want to, you can ward the house."
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Francis gives a soft noise of acknowledgement.
"Funny how these things work out. My daughter lives here. Not very far away in fact."
Several blocks and a veil of dimensions but near enough. One can never be entirely certain where Aurora's body is residing much less her mind. It's one of the things he treasures about her.
"She seems to like it despite the reputation."
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"Mm, really? It's an interesting city. Doesn't sleep, really. Kind of obnoxious, but it's home, now."
He glances up from his work and smiles.
"If she ever needs anything, you can have her call me." And he isn't jonesing for a phone number or anything like that - he's a genuinely nice person who just wants to help people out.
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"That's kind of you. I shall inform her. Are you really so kind a soul? You don't know anything about me much less her."
It reminds him for a moment of Aurora's other parent. He would have offered the same.
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Hm. Well.
Just different, he guesses.
"Is she alone? Being alone sucks."
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With the tone of personal reflection. His children are mostly happy And Aurora seems to insist on prolonging her husband's life, so be it.
A beat. He relaxes his formalities.
"It really is awful. Being alone. It's a cold you can't extract."
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"It is," he murmurs, leaning over the piece, careful - so careful. He hasn't been alone long, but he feels it intimately. "I'm sorry, if you're alone, too."
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Francis hums and shrugs it off, shifting to rest one arm against the edge of Ethan's table.
"I should be used to it by now. Such is my lot in life. Do you not have a coven?"
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"No. I don't."
He doesn't elaborate, but..he feels some sort of camaraderie with Francis, so he'd elaborate if asked.
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"But you're quite young, am I right?"
An orphan perhaps. It does happen. He's had his fair, fair share of vampire drama.
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Though.
He pauses, and scrunches up his face.
"Well. I guess it could be considered young."
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"Yes, quite young. How long have you been forty three?"
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He snorts.
“Well. My birthday was in February. It’s December now. So. Ten months. This..” he pauses and gestures to himself.
“Happed not long after. I was here for an antiques convention.”
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And alone.
Definitely an orphan then. He has to be.
"Please take my words in the spirit in which they are intended, but you are remarkably well behaved for a fledgling. Especially one alone."
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"I had...a firm teacher. We spent a lot of time on 'behavior,'" he uses finger quotes here, "before he died."
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"I was for a time married to a vampire. I do understand your plight. Quite intimately."
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"He wasn't my sire, if that's what you're thinking. I don't know where my sire is, or if he's alive. He was a friend."
He...thinks...
"Oh? Well. It's nice to meet someone who understands." Probably, anyway. Though..."You aren't one, though. I'm...untrained, but I can smell...I don't know. You smell like paper, honestly."q
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Still, Francis can't help but laugh.
"I'm not surprised. Books are my life's work. I spend a great deal of time restoring them."
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"Really? That's really amazing." He looks up, a little sheepish. "I didn't mean to insult you. It's a nice smell." But it isn't human, and it isn't vampire, and it isn't wolf. It's not fae, he doesn't think, but he only knows one and she wears a lot of perfume to cover her scent.
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"Just there, the slave gear on the back has cracked. Can you make a new one? It could use a general service as well."
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"I see that," he murmurs, leaning in to examine it closely. "I can make a new one. Not in one night, though. You'd have to leave it with me, if you're comfortable with that."
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Amongst some other things. A dragon does have to protect himself.
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"I wasn't planning on telling anyone...but wow. That's intense."
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Ethan flashes him a small smile.
"But I wasn't going to mention it anyway. It's safe here. But if you want to, you can ward the house."
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A beat.
"You do have appalling security, anyone could come traipsing in here."
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