Previously: Obsidian: Crystal Heart – Chapter 17

Quincy’s elaborate way of telling what happened makes it all sound a lot more glamorous and less awful than it was when John and Arthur walked in there, and Arthur isn’t complaining about that. It doesn’t answer why the hunters were there in the first place though, but it doesn’t sound like Quincy and Darcy were tailed from town, at any rate. Which… is maybe good news? 

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Previously: Obsidian: Crystal Heart – Chapter 16

John feels like he must have somehow misplaced his control over his dreamscape because what the fuck is happening? He thinks he fell out of the boat he was holding onto on the raging river that is his girl because clearly, the molly unleashed the flood!

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Previously: Obsidian: Crystal Heart – Chapter 15

As Quincy starts to hear snippets of Arthur’s thoughts drift past his drac’s ears more reliably than he did when he was hungry, a grin spreads on his face. This is much better, and Arthur needing him to do this, (yes, yes, liking him to, but he’ll take his care with as much self-talk as he can,) disperses the last bit of jittery panic that was sitting deep in his belly.

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Previously: Obsidian: Crystal Heart – Chapter 15

John didn’t think this through. He fucking didn’t. He fucking couldn’t!

His girl is covered in open wounds and fletching and fighting for her life.

He was standing right there, perfect shot, not even five meters to the fucker who was hurting her.

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Previously: Obsidian: Crystal Heart – Chapter 13

4 Jan 1900

Darcy’s still not sure what she’s thinking about the fact that this Miss Powlett sent a letter again and that John seemed to like answering it. Of course, Quincy helped with that, and her men were all but play-punching each other over all the quipping back and forth. It makes her so happy to see that, but at the same time, her John is enjoying writing to a woman. Her drac is being pouty again and Darcy doesn’t want to be bad for John.

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Previously: Obsidian: Crystal Heart – Chapter 12

It’s taken John some restraint not to quip at Arthur that he should relax, the biggest worry with the two dhampirs still being out is them forgetting to check in before they go on their date. For all he knows, they decided to stay in Hartlepool for the date because it’s bigger than Whitby. Although, what there would be in terms of semi-cultural attractions is beyond him.

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Previously: Obsidian: Crystal Heart – Chapter 11

Fuck. How did he totally overlook that he had managed to keep that to himself up until now, only to ruin it all of a sudden? But if he stonewalls Arthur now, he knows he’ll get a pout and a huff. So fine, as long as the questions don’t become too personal, he can indulge their resident black hole of curiosity. “Born here. Grew up here.”

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Previously: Obsidian: Crystal Heart – Chapter 10

This is not what Mariam expected. Not in any aspect she could have thought of. That Mr Silver (who does he think he’s fooling with that obvious fake name?) wouldn’t show up alone she somewhat expected, that it would be the baroness makes sense, but why are the two other men along?

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Previously: Obsidian: Crystal Heart – Chapter 9

2 Jan 1900

Tenant request, tenant request, ew, potential policy thingie, tenant request, ooh hello there, another letter from those arses a barony over, that’s going to be the most fun one for today, Quincy thinks. Until he pulls the one two tenant requests further down out of the pile. What is this? Now this looks downright private, even better, it’s addressed very specifically to the heir of the barony.

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Previously: Obsidian: Crystal Heart – Chapter 8

“Go stand guard! Command those fuckers to drown themselves if they get close!”

John’s voice is a growl, the counterpoint to the whimpering he hears from Quincy. He can’t see fuck all in the darkness behind the false wall, but he doesn’t need to to get too good an idea what he’ll find, going by the stink and the sounds he can make out.

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