Dremora's Den; Obscure antiques & oddities

☂: The older of the two brothers tilted his head, paying little mind to his brother or Ichabod who seemed to be busy working. He eyed her over slowly before he cleared his throat, “I have a feeling you’re gonna hate me for saying this, but your freckles suits you,” he paused and gently placed his index finger under her chin to tip her head back just a little. “And your eyes. They’re quite lovely.”

❤ Ichabod had just collected a few books strewn about the shop when he spotted the young Breton lass, and he smirked. The vampire swung past a display case and strode past Brielle at just the right pace, at least he thought so, before he stopped in front of a nearby bookshelf. “Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?” he asked over his shoulder, the smirk still on his face.

The smell of another were reached his nostrils long before he could see the man out in the foggy marsh, but when he finally emerged from the fog and cleared his throat, Bones turned to face him. He listened to the man talk and sniffed in his scent, and when Eli had told him why he was there his eyebrows shot up in surprise.