Canon Scents (I’ll be back to do the others):
Lemons, or citrus in general. As Rody I wore a cologne scented like the fruit! I associate a lot with my work at La Gueule De Saturne. It was a comfort to me for a long time, still is now. Vincent’s apartment also vaguely smelt of lemons, but he did have a lemon tree in his home, so I suppose that was a given :3
Smoke. The smoke of my cigarettes and the scent of burning buildings. I don’t miss this one much, but it was forever there. Rody never mentioned his hatred of it, but I know well that smoke smells horrid.
Petrichor. It was very rainy most nights I remember of our Dead Plate canon/s (we remember every ending, a whole swap au and some non canon endings too) so the world constantly smelt like this until you stepped into a place you could call home. I wish we had more rain these days, It’s been months I feel.
-Vincent Charbonneau and Rody Lamoree fictives
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