#sundrunked

"You can't hide outside with your dog the entire time." Hands on his hips, Jules was aware on some level that he didn't have the clearance to tell a prince what he could and couldn't do, but propriety was something that seemed to fall to the wayside with pretty much every member of the royal family - with the exception of the Queen Mother.

Daniel recognised Louis from across the street, standing at the entrance to Charing Cross Station. He stared for a few seconds, thought about making a break for it, then figured there was no fucking way he could outrun a vampire. Besides, it was probably his fault he'd ended up here -- he figured Louis had messed with his brain somehow (though how that explained the goddamn time travel, he didn't know). And he had a few things he'd like to say to him. So, he got up from where he'd been sitting on the sidewalk, dropped his cigarette, and ground it out.

she had been mindlessly stabbing at her embroidery for the last several minutes, her patience and interest in it having passed. antonia tossed it onto the side table, instead choosing to toss it to the side and get up, moving into the next room. she paused for a moment when she saw her elder brother. “jakob,”antonia said, putting on a smile and taking a seat next to him. “how are you fairing?”

It oft felt as if time with her second son had been robbed from her, slipping through her fingers with each passing time Einar was sent to war. Time after time after time. Her son came home, and shortly after Aslak sent him back to fight, never allowing him to be with his family for too long lest he grow soft - or so she remebered her husband saying; it was one of the many reasons she grew to resent him over the years. But she’d still recognise her son anywhere - the one who had grown to be as tall as her, and stronger than them all combined. And yet, did she know her boy any longer? Who had he become? Perhaps this time away from home - and by the Gods she loathed being abroad, in this foreign territory with people who would be far too quick to judge their ways than to attempt to understand them - may prove a blessing in disguise by allowing her to spend some time with him.

"My sympathies for your loss." The death of a relative was something that Dante wasn't sure he understood properly, as he'd been born with someone else's demise and never had the chance to mourn, but simply to be angry. Things had to be different with a brother, didn't they? Still, there was little time for mourning when you were a king, and that wasn't what Dante wished to speak with him about.

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