Chapter 66
Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 65
Not sure what she’s supposed to do with so much food, Darcy climbs up on the sofa, then Art’s lap and offers him a scone while she asks him where Papa is.
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 64
They’re approaching from the side of the front door, so they don’t have to pass by the living room window, thankfully. Arthur pauses for a moment and looks up at the house- it’s so narrow, now that he’s used to looking at castles and what not. And shabby. The dark paint of the door is dusty, or sooty, or probably both, and peeling in places. He realizes he’s not even sure what colour the walls are supposed to be- they’re a murky grey that fits in with the rest of the neighbourhood. The window of his attic room is a small square of glass up under the eaves.
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 63
The plan, such as it is, works just fine. The cab driver doesn’t look too excited about a big, red dog in his cab, but doesn’t argue with Arthur about it.
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 62
She can’t feel the mask right now, it must sit too well, or maybe it’s because she doesn’t see what she would have to play. Actually, she does, she has to keep telling her drac that no, she can’t go wolf and sniff at everything… much as she’d like to. But that’s about it; everything else is, oh, is how she always dreamed about it. With her papa there, and even better, Daddy and Arthur, too!
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 61
Everything is wonderful, she’s surrounded by a happy smell and the bed is warm. Darcy’s arms are a bit sore but that’s perfectly alright, it’s not Daddy’s fault for being so big that she has to stretch to hug him. It’s so, so nice to sleep next to a loved one and Daddy is the comfiest!
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 60
He can see her hands lifting. Is she going to pounce? Holding on with more strength than he could break away from? Higher, higher… all the way up to her face before she starts squealing in embarrassment and telling him she can’t kiss him!
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 59
Several hours of research in the library don’t lead to much in results, though. Most of the books about demons the library gives them are collections of folk tales or horror stories- and some notable old Church treatises about witchcraft in Latin. Given how they want to murder anyone who can do magic and the dubious signs they list of how to recognize a witch, Arthur’s not sure how much he should believe them when it comes to demons.
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 58
It’s just all too much. Seeing John so much in the adventure and not being close reminds her too much of what she can’t have. And yes, her mother called her silly for that. Last night after the pirate adventure, Darcy thought of partying some more with Arthur, but Gregory wasn’t anywhere she could find him and Arthur wasn’t in the library, so she thought they must be out and doing things you do with a best friend. Is that what she misses John as?
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 57
Arthur finds himself laughing as he ducks bits of bone flying from where Darcy has a skeleton’s pelvis in her jaws and is destroying the thing by vigorously shaking her head. “Guess no one accounted for us bringing a wolf to a battle with the undead!”
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Previously: The Rose of Whitby – Chapter 56
He proceeds to tell the tale as best as he can, except he swaps the wolf and the hunter around- which begs the question why the hunter would pretend to be her grandma, and the best he can come up with is to kidnap the girl. Also, it makes the three questions awkward- the hands he can leave big at the end, and for one of the other one he swaps in why grandma’s cheeks are so hairy (so she can better cuddle her), and… why are her legs so long (so she can better run after her)…
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