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When he gets back a little before tea time as promised, he feels… more at ease. More peaceful. Like the fresh air blew some cobwebs out of his brain. He puts Hannibal away, humming tunelessly as he enjoys brushing his horse- his horse- and feeding him treats, and making sure he’s comfortable and cosy in his stall, that everything is put away where it belongs. He knows how to take care of a horse’s tack now, too, he realizes with pleasure. Inside, the castle is pleasantly warm, and he’s just in time for tea and cake.

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It is a bit of an idiotic formulation, but really, he’s been sending his drac to cuddle Radu so much he is starting to associate his own mind craft with it, a bit. And that is the harder version, not the one Quincy actually had been training with Cycy. 

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Radu says it gently from the door, and John still finds himself snorting, because seriously, the old vampire being this petty is kind of hilarious. 

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Arthur startles again at Radu’s arrival, but John’s reaction, his expression, makes him a little more certain that he’s understanding the problem right, and so he turns to Mariam, and offers, quietly: 

“I, um, I think it’s that he really can’t stand the idea of you forcing yourself to do something you don’t want to…”

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Art groans and face-palms, he should have seen that one coming when he made it specific to the boys.

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Arthur takes a deep breath to get himself back into a better frame of mind- at least, apparently, there’s suddenly a mini-holiday on the horizon if he makes it through the rest of the week. An exciting mini-holiday! 

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It’s very nearly an ‘eep’ from Radu because, yes, he had been so focused on Quincy, on dealing with his own fears, that he forgot about Master Lancaster. 

“I did not mean as such right this instant, my apologies.” 

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It’s some hours before Quincy’s voice drifts ahead of him, clearly in a good mood. A moment later, he appears through the door, waving with his free hand, the other once more holding Radu’s, who is clearly back to himself, no more wolf eyes or ears, but instead is… blushing? Arthur blinks, because he wasn’t sure vampires could blush, but Radu’s cheeks are definitely pink, and his eyes flick to the side when he spots Arthur. He looks definitely embarrassed, even Arthur can tell, and it takes Quincy pulling on his hand for him to come closer.

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She is cold and moist and really, how is she supposed to keep her mood steady like this?

Mariam is glad for the blanket her fiance had put over her shoulders, but it is most certainly not enough. It is January, for God’s sake!

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“I’m not sure, but Radu’s not mad at some sultan who died centuries ago, he gets all hissy and wolf-eyed whenever someone mentions you– and also, I’m not one of the social genius people, but I’d say you’re feeling really very guilty about something. And you don’t hate Radu or anything- you defended him when we were trying to come up with a plan to kill him! And also he says you killed his wives and that so doesn’t sound like you. So, obviously, there’s a ton to the story I don’t know, and…” He huffs, scowls, shoves his hands into his pockets, 

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