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Brian: Cobwebs like silk hanging from high ceilings; the sound of heels click-click-clicking against marble. The smell of lavender and clean water; darkness that clings to you like a blanket; wide-brimmed hats to cover you from the sun overhead. 

Jenkins: A teapot echoing the whistle of a train; early morning dew on flower petals. Warm sweaters and stiff coats and the smell of burning candles and old books.

He’s petty as hell, and childishly so, at that. If he dislikes you, he’ll intentionally get your name wrong, or “accidentally” step on the hem of your dress/cloak/ cape/etc, or “forget” that you asked him to hold the elevator door for you. 

He has several pet spiders--smaller than Bryan--that are all named some variant of Brian (for example: Brianne, Bry-an, Brrrian). He can easily identify each and every single one of them and has no trouble with it, but he’s basically the only one.

He’s a disgusting, pitiful, hopeless romantic. He cries at the end of every single play/story/fantasy!movie and would listen to My Heart Will Go On on repeat for 3 hours straight if he could and was allowed to.

Muscles? Muscles. Seeing physical strength, and feats of strength--my boy is all about all of the above. His own physical prowess is minor at best and lies mostly in speed, agility, and flexibility, so he can appreciate a powerhouse of a person when he sees one.