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@hellsxnt

Putting it lightly, Henry was feeling like absolute garbage. His head had been hurting all fucking day, and it only seemed to get worse when he took some pills for it. After moping around his apartment for most of the day, waiting in vain for the damn headache to go away, he decided, fuck it, may as well go out and get something to eat.

So, the evening found him walking into the pub down the street from his apartment, a place he’d been to thousands of times. He barely nodded to the people he passed as he walked inside, too grumpy and in pain to properly greet anyone. Henry took a seat at the bar with a groan and lifted a hand to get the bartender’s attention.

As he waited for Anna to walk over and take his order, he glanced around the bar and took in the details of those around him, carefully filing away the information in case it was useful later. He wasn’t on a case right now, but it always paid to pay attention.

“You’re always first in me mind, Kitten.” With a cheeky smile, the mage turned away to tend to his own glass-- mixing up a rum and Coke. It wasn’t as good as rum and Dr. Pepper, but more traditional. And Gideon was out of Dr. Pepper, currently.

“I have a lot of acquaintances, this’s true, but half I would not call friends. And the half I would call friends, I wouldn’t trust as far as I could throw ‘em. You on the oth’h hand, mate... We’re like this-” Brady twisted his fingers all up to represent his and the demon’s bond. “My broth’h from a’noth’h litt’h.” He rolled Brighton a cigarette from down the counter. Whenever Brighton grabs hold of it, Gideon will have only to snap his fingers to light it.

“As someone’s who’s already more or less died, you’re the only person in me life I haven’t worried too much over losing in that mann’h... Though that’s nevhr to suggest I’ve evhr taken you for granted.” Well, except that time Gideon tried to kill him. But that was before they’d met, really. And so Gideon was never going to count that.

Living Emotional Crutch - This person provides a troubled character with the emotional, psychological, and/or moral support to function. Sometimes to function at all. [esp prevalent when she was w faldur-now shes just more of a confidant] 

The Pollyanna - A character who undergoes various hardships, losing almost everything they hold dear, and yet seems never to lose their sunny disposition. 

Not So Above It All -  i cant find a good summary of this but-she’s just as likely to mess around with her joker boyfriends, even if she does seem too serious for it sometimes 

Ooooh I think I’ll do this about my boy Henry Blackwell, since I don’t give him enough attention. Under the cut in case it gets a li’l long uwu

hell yea my fav gorl 

What they smell like: Usually mud, flowers, and that nice smell you get after rainfall. But occasionally after doing taxidermy she smells like formaldehyde and blood. It’s a real mix of smells.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Curled up, usually, and with her quads when she can. She has a real good sleep schedule and goes to bed + gets up early.

What music they enjoy: She’s not a big music listener and prefers silence or just ambient background noise. But she does enjoy classical or instrumental stuff now and then.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: Not a lot of time! Maybe 30 minutes? Enough time to throw on some makeup and a sweater. She knows she’s just gonna get dirty working outside anyway.

Their favorite thing to collect: Different plant species and bugs. She has a lot of taxidermied animals but she prefers to sell or give those away.

Left or right-handed: Right! Nothin special.

Religion (if any): None i dont think

Favorite sport: Kayaking, rock climbing or hiking..altho thats not really a sport

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Museums! Namely natural history museums. 

Favorite kind of weather: Sunny & warm all the way. She likes the rain too, but too much of it just makes the mud harder to deal with.

A weird/obscure fear they have: Guns & The ocean. She also has a fear of seadwellers, but she’s getting better.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: None really! She’s okay at claw machines, but that’s all

“Bonjour-Hello.... Are you that heterochromatic, ancient demon guy Gideon’s always harpin’ on about?” The first and only employee of Books (it really drove him wild that someone was too lazy to give the place a proper name!), Eddy Brogan was given all the training one might expect to be given from the shop’s mad magician of an owner. But Eddy was his own flavour of disaster waiting to happen, for he was, quite literally, a baby-man-- an insta-adult, so to speak-- the spawn of Gideon Brady’s arrogance as well as his flagrant disdain towards a man named Jay Carter.