Chapter 87
Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 86
That he finds Gregory just hovering outside of Darcy’s door John’s not surprised by, well, sees him hovering until Gregory notices him and pulls one of his cat vanishing acts. He’s done that pretty much every time since John tried to punch him. Suits him just fine. He loves to be Gregory repellent. Helps protect his girl.
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 85
Give him a white horse! Good, at least that the stable in this postcard of a sea-side town has. Quincy probably doesn’t even want to know what their main export is, some kind of gross, slimy thing coming out of the ocean. What did he ever do to deserve this backwater place?!
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 84
Eating breakfast in bed is very strange- possibly even stranger when the bed is Darcy’s couch and rather than sitting at a table together, John is sitting on Darcy’s bed and she’s still sleeping. But in a way, it’s also… nice.
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 83
Darcy’s not sure what all the commotion is about, she was feeling lovely up until Gregory showed up, could they please focus on that? But that’s her daddy’s maid, so she tries to be nice despite her drac’s hackles being up as it fights against the sense of cold helplessness, fighting back with… with she doesn’t really know what, but it’s like a little swirl in her blood, as if she isn’t fully alone, as if there’s the merest hint of another presence in her mind. Not the way Gregory is there, no, supportive and strong and by her side. She can be strong like this! “I was sleeping under it. I probably got warm and opened it sleepily.”
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 82
“Mr Cobb is down already, but I thought I’d check if you’d like to join us for the after party. Advantages of being a patron and all that.” With a smile, Quincy waggles his mane, the last part of the costume he didn’t quickly get out of (and thank the Divine for that, those fur trims are itching his skin about as much as his dignity).
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 81
The building they draw up in front of is… Darcy doesn’t really think nice, it’s a building, she’s not much for cages, and that thought surprises her. She loved the bars on her old room, but now she’s looking at that large building with all the tack to make it look better than it has any class to be, and all she can think is that she’d rather be under a thicket with her night friends again.
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 80
Out in the park, Darcy doesn’t need long to find a spot to vanish. Nobody goes into the thickets, not with all their silly human finery. And of course there are her friends there, her sleepy friends, and for a little while she just cuddles with them and chitters at them and feels free and happy. But eventually she remembers that Friend wanted something from her… yes, something, right, going to the Prince’s place and looking at something. She wishes she could ask her night friends for the best way… Oh, she might not understand them but they understand her, one is already running ahead, showing her the way and that’s how it should be: Friends helping friends. Yes, this is good, this is right, she is right, she is not bad right now!
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 79
He notices Gregory first, because he seems to be… pacing? Hovering around Darcy, anyway, who’s leaning against the railing of the balcony. As Arthur approaches, he can see Gregory’s scowl, and when he sees him, he makes a beeline for him and grabs him by the arm, points at Darcy. “Something’s wrong with her!”
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 78
He’s adjusting these silly fake fangs for the hundredth time. Ugh, how is a thespian supposed to perform when he lisps like this? Nevermind, how is a thespian supposed to perform at all when he’s been lucky to get any speaking parts at all? He’s the glorified bed warmer of this place!
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 77
Arthur doesn’t even have time to call after Gregory before he’s gone- then wonders whether he wanted to. But… but, wait, they were meant to teach Gregory about things he isn’t supposed to talk about at the ball, and how to act, and who to avoid- how did it come to this?
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