You're welcome. They are far harder to distribute than my usual inventory, so the best way to handle them is to place them into hands that will care for them.
Do I seem different? That dog was the cause of it all to begin with. Maybe I should have started this with a "congratulations on being a cat person" but I don't think there is anyone that missed that detail.
And yet you make it sound so effortless. That's a testament to how your skill has grown. Rest assured, it's in safe hands. Unlike my birthday present, this one was given to me by a dear friend.
[A smile twitches at the edges of his lips before he types again.]
It's subtle, but yes. Your eyes don't match your scowl, Hugo. As for my cat...well. There's no point in denying it with that incident. Though you'll be surprised to know he was the one who kept trying to storm my lighthouse all those years ago.
It's nothing in the face of your masterful skill with words. I can see what you're doing.
[ He sighed. Flins was right. His protests were weak compared to their usual venom. ]
I see. Thus you allow him the victory of 'storming your lighthouse' then of all times. Your various wards must be happy for you while also tending to their shock.
Your wisdom and experience goes far beyond many a vampire I've run into. I used to think our races had a similar ancestry somewhere, but alas. So many caught up in their own traditions and pride.
[The ones in Russia especially. Then again, if you're a vampire living in the tundra, you kind of earn those bragging rights.]
But I'm flattered. The rise and fall of civilizations leads to a spring of knowledge unlike any other. You start to see patterns in the way humans and other living beings operate. And occasionally...in yourself.
[...]
It's a funny thing. I've known that cat since he joined the Black Order and was sent to grab refugees I was harboring. I would've thought the Order would've dealt with him given how many times 'gave up and went home'. I'm fairly certain he was the one knocking when you were hiding, too.
It was like we had an understanding. When I came to Kaisou, I had no idea he'd been let go from the Order, and then we reunited.
It's not all too unfamiliar a situation as your own, surely.
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The order. I wondered if that was the reason. I should have known, given he was also in that Thanksgiving realm.
An understanding with someone in The Order. I'm far from a person fit to criticize something like that. In fact, it almost sounds like my constant trouble, along with that of my apparent peers, brought you and your cat closer. Who could have foreseen such a folly? We were unknowingly the instruments of that whole display. We can only blame ourselves.
As for that, I feel it's a little different until you reach the end, but not unfamiliar, no. If he were not the arbiter of change and maturity, I would have
Things would have been very different. Regardless. It doesn't really matter.
It's not too surprising. Many who joined the order were unwilling participants. After awhile, I noticed he would simply go through the motions of attempting to seize the refugees, only for him to turn back to try again another day. I suppose that was his own form of rebellion.
It was at that party I learned why the Black Order let him get away with it.
[Being a bargaining chip for a literal demon means no damaged goods.]
But this is wonderful news! Now I can surely say it is because of all of you that I was able to reunite with an old flame.
Let us reserve some gratitude for being able to reach you. After all, if you truly didn't want that outstretched hand, you wouldn't have taken it.
Is that what led to everything else? Getting to understand why that past happened, even if you drifted away
[ ...oh. ]
I'll leave that gratitude for your other charges. Although I suppose I should eventually offer gratitude of my own to this cat of yours for being so lenient.
It wasn't an issue of if I wanted it or not. Being a Ravenlock comes with certain sorts of people having certain expectations that you can't outrun. He is the one he had to want it.
[Not to worry Hugo, he'll finish the thought for you!]
Drifted apart. He stopped showing up to try and arrest me or my refugees, so naturally, I thought the Black Order had finally disposed of him. Then I learned the Black Order was overthrown and he'd made his life in Kaisou..and here we are.
[He knows Hugo can connect those dots himself.]
So it was merely obligation that led you to take that hand. Come now, Hugo, surely you know what won't work on me. I came from nobility.
You held on this whole time, waiting for that hand. Like a child starved.
And there it goes, continuing on and no matter how many times Hugo closed his eyes, it was still there on his screen. Yes. Drifting apart. Not knowing what happened to each other, only to find one another here. Wasn't there a saying about apples and trees? ]
Then you surely understand how difficult it can be to drop at times. I suppose we are acquainted enough that this sort of high-handed talk isn't truly necessary.
You talk about me like some wilting romantic, or a pathetic man who holds one candle all of this life.
He betrayed me and I wasn't going to let him hurt me again. That's all. Getting to the point we are now is due to his efforts. I wasn't going to change his mind. What was there to change? If he truly thought the same as the others, that being a Ravenlock vampire made me a 'seed of evil', what truly is there to do about such a thing?
How do you identify love when you've never known it?
You're right. They're hard habits to drop when they've been etched into your soul. I still see them in my mannnerisms, as I see the Ravenlock's in yours.
That family...was respected, to be sure, though I've never heard anyone praise them. Spun sugar smiles with knives behind their back. Apprehension, caution...those are more the words I'd associate with the Ravenlocks.
Now, now, I didn't insinuate either of those. Simply that you longed for the one piece of comfort you knew. After knowing a flame's warmth, anyone would wish for its presence when cast out into a snowstorm.
[He reads the next part and thinks it over. Truly, he wasn't sure of the answer. Love was something he'd be unsure if he'd ever feel a fraction of again, and not even just the romantic side.]
You are truly an expert of weaving your way through a conversation. So effortlessly putting all the legwork on this dog, when you had to cast so much pride aside to accept it. That said, he must have regret his actions quite dearly if he came forward.
How to recognize...
I simply don't know. I suppose I'm the same. Other than the Lightkeepers finding me and showing me the faith in humanity, I've never known such a feeling. I hadn't expected my reunion in Kaisou and it certainly shows in my actions. Falling back into the old habits was both frightening and comforting.
...would you like to discuss this at the lighthouse?
It was already humbling to be chased around the map for what was it? Seven years? What's a little cooperation when the alternative was collateral damage and a terrible reputation for hurting their precious 'good boy'?
I'm not going to parse works and make it sound like I didn't want him to. I did. It just happened to be a case where I wasn't expecting him to do so. The last we met before that, he was calling me an irredeemable murderer and whatnot.
I expected to be greeted like a villain, not taken care of. So yes, I did take that hand, because despite the pain he put me through, I still valued how he saw me.
... When will you be free? I suppose I am not particularly busy.
A fair point. You'd already made your enemies by that point, having one less would ease the weight.
[This is why you have to be a cat person. No cat gets the 'good boy' clause.]
Seven years is a long time for reflection. The more you look at your past, the more you comb through the details, even the most black and white of conclusions get muddied.
My schedule is clear. I've given my reports to Meropide already, and the seas should be mostly calm. Other than that...I've avoided being outside for too long. I'm sure its the same for you, but the atmosphere doesn't agree with me.
[ After sundown, once he figures out what to bring. Although he did decide to drop the formalities with Flins, that didn't mean he would just forget basic manners. Sure, you should always give a gift to the fae, but he was going over to Flins' home. It was just good manners. ]
It has been the same for me. It's quite horrible that this season where others want to see you more than usual also has to be so heavy with light energy. I will save you the trouble and make sure you show up promptly.
I look forward to it. I have been graced with a log that never stops burning, and a space heater from one of my charges in Meropide. I can confirm it should be much warmer than usual.
[He has reasons to look into quality of life updates now, he guesses. People visiting regularly that aren't attuned to the winter frost. Goals for 2026? A resolution that'll be forgotten in a month? Possible.]
Our penance for being so energetic last month. Like a bad hangover.
[He'll await Hugo's arrival, standing in his lighthouse and looking into the fire, lost in thought. Putting things into words to Hugo was certainly making him step back to look at it all.
Casimir walks up to him, and he nods his head for the cat to take over his shift to watch the ship lights up top.]
I will be having company. Would you mind standing watch early?
[The cat simply bows its head and goes to slink off.]
[ It probably takes Hugo longer to go through his things and find a suitable gift than it took to get to the lighthouse. He wasn't one to venture to Meropide himself, so it was probably the second time he had ever ventured so far.
Walking up to the front of the lighthouse brought back memories of that beacon in the dark while he was on the run. Walking up, he knocked and paused, looking up the side of the stone building and then out to the crashing waves that brushed the cold air up the cliffs. Light twinkled off the surface, like a horrible reminder of the season.
Willing his head to turn away from the waves contemplatively, he looked to the door instead. ]
[The waves were unrelenting in the way they crashed against the cliffside, only to ease back out to the endless ocean that lay on the other side.
The knock on the door sounds, and seeing as it wasn't really an ample time for any other visitors, that certainly narrowed down who it could be.
Gliding towards the door, he can sense Hugo's presence on the other side, and opens the door for his friend. Yellow eyes as bright as the lighthouse's beacon themselves greet him, glinting in delight.]
Hugo, please come in. The waves get a little temperamental at this time of day.
[The warmth is already permeating from the lighthouse door, practically inviting them in.]
[ Placing a hand against his chest, he doesn't go through with the bow or any other formalities. He was cold. Sea cold was so different from regular cold. It had been so long that he forgot how perilous it was to meet up with Flins during the cold months.
Not waiting any longer, he steps inside, trying to look calm and not freezing like he felt. These were the times when he wished that he picked up fire magic. He really should look into that. Flins being the sort of fae he was meant that the inside was always warmer than the outside. It didn't take long after entering that the warmth hit him like a wall, and he could feel the tightness of his skin easing.]
Ah, the inside is nice and warm. A good change from the cold outside. You are ever the thoughtful host.
[The sea chill had a way of seeping right into your bones, and isn't for the faint of heart. Thankfully, the presence of a Yule Log that would never burn out now kept the lighthouse quite a bit cozier than it used to be. Maybe one day he'll look into insulation. Or someone else will for him.
Casimir, the gray tabby Maine Coon that had taken on the job of 'apprentice' lay in front of the fire, standing up when Hugo made his way in to 'greet' him. He pads over, immediately rubbing up against his legs to welcome him with a soft purr.
Flins chuckles as he shuts the door, walking over and watching the cat below them. Casimir was always so difficult to win over. Hugo must have a gift.]
I've been told my abode is nearly uninhabitable. So I've been looking for ways to remedy that. [Again, you could just get home improvements.]
I cannot offer much, but I do have a kettle warming up for tea.
[He glides his way to the kitchen, getting out two mugs.]
Were the holidays kind to you? [He laughs, his tone turning lighter, like a doting parent.] Did Santa give you everything you wanted?
From what I've seen, you have a lot of doting, good-hearted children looking after you. Someone's bound to force their good-will on your habitation.
[ Hugo would, but he's waiting to see who was going to break first. It was like watching a fun drama from the sidelines.
The vampire kneels down, offering the cat his hand and a smile. ]
Hello little one. Taking up watch with this old man? You'll have to watch him closely.
[ Looking over to Flins, Hugo heaves a sigh, his shoulders rising and falling. ]
I have always had mixed feelings about The Saint and his holiday, but... I would not call it a terrible holiday this year.
It's been many years since I've even thought about it's passing. When I was busy running across Eurasia, there wasn't much time to think about holidays and human traditions.
What about you? Have you been showered with love and gifts?
Human kindness has always been fascinating to me. I've done nothing to warrant such worry my way, and yet they fret over me nonetheless.
[He will cling to his musty, briney way of life until he's bruteforced otherwise.
Casimir sniffs the hand inquisitively, bumping his head into that hand affectionately. Hello, young master. That is correct-I am Sir Flins' colleague. I will continue the watch so you may converse with him.
Running his back along that hand, the cat brushes past one more time before he moves towards the stairs to walk up to the higher floors. Flins puts the teabags in the mugs and pours the water, moving back to hand the mug to Hugo as it brews, the scent of ginger in the air.]
Ah yes, you are elf as well as vampire. I can understand how this holiday can pull you in separate directions. While I'm a snow fae, we've never really been 'included' in the celebrations, even before the Wild Hunt.
That said, it's always been a strangely inclusive holiday. Everyone has been welcome to celebrate the merriment and gifting to others. I'm glad you can rest those wings of yours.
...[He taps his fingers against his mug, letting out a frosty breath.] More than I expected. The Lightkeepers would certainly gift me, but the people of Kaisou have no such obligations. Let alone to the cryptic lighthouse keeper that seems to cause trouble wherever he wanders. This city has taken me by surprise once again.
[ Hugo lifts his head to the cat, raising the hand that wasn't being rubbed again to press to his chest in a proper Lightkeeper salute. What sort of phantom thief would he be if he didn't remember details like this? ]
Pleased to make your acquaintance. I wish you luck in your vigil.
[ He watches as the cat does indeed walk off, intending to do the lightkeeper duties. To think Lycaon was the reason he was starting to learn these things about animals. Absolutely awful. He didn't want to be grateful for such a small thing.
Pushing the thought of Lycaon away, he turned his head to look at Flins instead, listening to him speak of his surprise. It was like listening to his own observations after his first few months. ]
It's odd, is it not? Their happiness. Their affections and accepting hearts. Fitting in the dark places should take more effort. Yet, I agree with them in you being deserving. It might even be humorous that they're more intent on making sure their debts are paid than the fae in question is.
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Date: 2025-11-25 05:11 pm (UTC)What do you mean by that?
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Date: 2025-11-25 05:32 pm (UTC)How does one put it? You seem different after 'some dogs are alright' came into your life.
This Fabergé egg is exquisite, Hugo. It hasn't aged a day since I saw it years ago.
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Date: 2025-11-27 05:01 am (UTC)Do I seem different? That dog was the cause of it all to begin with.
Maybe I should have started this with a "congratulations on being a cat person" but I don't think there is anyone that missed that detail.
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Date: 2025-11-27 05:22 am (UTC)[A smile twitches at the edges of his lips before he types again.]
It's subtle, but yes. Your eyes don't match your scowl, Hugo.
As for my cat...well. There's no point in denying it with that incident. Though you'll be surprised to know he was the one who kept trying to storm my lighthouse all those years ago.
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Date: 2025-11-27 01:17 pm (UTC)[ He sighed. Flins was right. His protests were weak compared to their usual venom. ]
I see. Thus you allow him the victory of 'storming your lighthouse' then of all times. Your various wards must be happy for you while also tending to their shock.
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Date: 2025-11-27 02:04 pm (UTC)[He'd always prided Hugo on his sharp intellect. It was needed in these times.]
Now I feel like I'm being lectured. Would now be a good time to say 'I don't know, it just sort of happened'?
Besides, shock is far more preferable than their crestfallen faces at their private thoughts being announced to the world.
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Date: 2025-11-27 02:35 pm (UTC)Hardly. Your wisdom and knowledge spans eons. The only thing a young vampire such as myself can do is speak to what my inexperience allows.
Those spilled secrets were not fun, no, but I'm not entirely sure 'that' managed to swing things in the other direction.
[ He regrets that phrasing, but he's already hit send. ]
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Date: 2025-11-27 03:04 pm (UTC)[The ones in Russia especially. Then again, if you're a vampire living in the tundra, you kind of earn those bragging rights.]
But I'm flattered. The rise and fall of civilizations leads to a spring of knowledge unlike any other. You start to see patterns in the way humans and other living beings operate. And occasionally...in yourself.
[...]
It's a funny thing. I've known that cat since he joined the Black Order and was sent to grab refugees I was harboring. I would've thought the Order would've dealt with him given how many times 'gave up and went home'. I'm fairly certain he was the one knocking when you were hiding, too.
It was like we had an understanding. When I came to Kaisou, I had no idea he'd been let go from the Order, and then we reunited.
It's not all too unfamiliar a situation as your own, surely.
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Date: 2025-11-27 03:31 pm (UTC)An understanding with someone in The Order. I'm far from a person fit to criticize something like that. In fact, it almost sounds like my constant trouble, along with that of my apparent peers, brought you and your cat closer.
Who could have foreseen such a folly? We were unknowingly the instruments of that whole display. We can only blame ourselves.
As for that, I feel it's a little different until you reach the end, but not unfamiliar, no. If he were not the arbiter of change and maturity, I would have
Things would have been very different. Regardless. It doesn't really matter.
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Date: 2025-11-27 03:54 pm (UTC)It was at that party I learned why the Black Order let him get away with it.
[Being a bargaining chip for a literal demon means no damaged goods.]
But this is wonderful news! Now I can surely say it is because of all of you that I was able to reunite with an old flame.
Let us reserve some gratitude for being able to reach you. After all, if you truly didn't want that outstretched hand, you wouldn't have taken it.
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Date: 2025-11-29 07:06 am (UTC)[ ...oh. ]
I'll leave that gratitude for your other charges. Although I suppose I should eventually offer gratitude of my own to this cat of yours for being so lenient.
It wasn't an issue of if I wanted it or not. Being a Ravenlock comes with certain sorts of people having certain expectations that you can't outrun. He is the one he had to want it.
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Date: 2025-11-29 08:49 am (UTC)Drifted apart. He stopped showing up to try and arrest me or my refugees, so naturally, I thought the Black Order had finally disposed of him. Then I learned the Black Order was overthrown and he'd made his life in Kaisou..and here we are.
[He knows Hugo can connect those dots himself.]
So it was merely obligation that led you to take that hand. Come now, Hugo, surely you know what won't work on me. I came from nobility.
You held on this whole time, waiting for that hand. Like a child starved.
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Date: 2025-11-29 03:14 pm (UTC)And there it goes, continuing on and no matter how many times Hugo closed his eyes, it was still there on his screen. Yes. Drifting apart. Not knowing what happened to each other, only to find one another here. Wasn't there a saying about apples and trees? ]
Then you surely understand how difficult it can be to drop at times. I suppose we are acquainted enough that this sort of high-handed talk isn't truly necessary.
You talk about me like some wilting romantic, or a pathetic man who holds one candle all of this life.
He betrayed me and I wasn't going to let him hurt me again. That's all. Getting to the point we are now is due to his efforts. I wasn't going to change his mind. What was there to change? If he truly thought the same as the others, that being a Ravenlock vampire made me a 'seed of evil', what truly is there to do about such a thing?
How do you identify love when you've never known it?
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Date: 2025-11-29 03:36 pm (UTC)That family...was respected, to be sure, though I've never heard anyone praise them. Spun sugar smiles with knives behind their back. Apprehension, caution...those are more the words I'd associate with the Ravenlocks.
Now, now, I didn't insinuate either of those. Simply that you longed for the one piece of comfort you knew. After knowing a flame's warmth, anyone would wish for its presence when cast out into a snowstorm.
[He reads the next part and thinks it over. Truly, he wasn't sure of the answer. Love was something he'd be unsure if he'd ever feel a fraction of again, and not even just the romantic side.]
You are truly an expert of weaving your way through a conversation. So effortlessly putting all the legwork on this dog, when you had to cast so much pride aside to accept it. That said, he must have regret his actions quite dearly if he came forward.
How to recognize...
I simply don't know. I suppose I'm the same. Other than the Lightkeepers finding me and showing me the faith in humanity, I've never known such a feeling. I hadn't expected my reunion in Kaisou and it certainly shows in my actions. Falling back into the old habits was both frightening and comforting.
...would you like to discuss this at the lighthouse?
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Date: 2025-11-29 04:22 pm (UTC)I'm not going to parse works and make it sound like I didn't want him to. I did. It just happened to be a case where I wasn't expecting him to do so. The last we met before that, he was calling me an irredeemable murderer and whatnot.
I expected to be greeted like a villain, not taken care of. So yes, I did take that hand, because despite the pain he put me through, I still valued how he saw me.
... When will you be free? I suppose I am not particularly busy.
[ It's a light month, and he's miserable. ]
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Date: 2025-11-29 04:57 pm (UTC)[This is why you have to be a cat person. No cat gets the 'good boy' clause.]
Seven years is a long time for reflection. The more you look at your past, the more you comb through the details, even the most black and white of conclusions get muddied.
My schedule is clear. I've given my reports to Meropide already, and the seas should be mostly calm. Other than that...I've avoided being outside for too long. I'm sure its the same for you, but the atmosphere doesn't agree with me.
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Date: 2025-12-01 12:44 pm (UTC)[ After sundown, once he figures out what to bring. Although he did decide to drop the formalities with Flins, that didn't mean he would just forget basic manners. Sure, you should always give a gift to the fae, but he was going over to Flins' home. It was just good manners. ]
It has been the same for me.
It's quite horrible that this season where others want to see you more than usual also has to be so heavy with light energy.
I will save you the trouble and make sure you show up promptly.
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Date: 2025-12-01 03:01 pm (UTC)[He has reasons to look into quality of life updates now, he guesses. People visiting regularly that aren't attuned to the winter frost. Goals for 2026? A resolution that'll be forgotten in a month? Possible.]
Our penance for being so energetic last month. Like a bad hangover.
[He'll await Hugo's arrival, standing in his lighthouse and looking into the fire, lost in thought. Putting things into words to Hugo was certainly making him step back to look at it all.
Casimir walks up to him, and he nods his head for the cat to take over his shift to watch the ship lights up top.]
I will be having company. Would you mind standing watch early?
[The cat simply bows its head and goes to slink off.]
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Date: 2025-12-01 04:30 pm (UTC)Walking up to the front of the lighthouse brought back memories of that beacon in the dark while he was on the run. Walking up, he knocked and paused, looking up the side of the stone building and then out to the crashing waves that brushed the cold air up the cliffs. Light twinkled off the surface, like a horrible reminder of the season.
Willing his head to turn away from the waves contemplatively, he looked to the door instead. ]
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Date: 2025-12-01 05:00 pm (UTC)The knock on the door sounds, and seeing as it wasn't really an ample time for any other visitors, that certainly narrowed down who it could be.
Gliding towards the door, he can sense Hugo's presence on the other side, and opens the door for his friend. Yellow eyes as bright as the lighthouse's beacon themselves greet him, glinting in delight.]
Hugo, please come in. The waves get a little temperamental at this time of day.
[The warmth is already permeating from the lighthouse door, practically inviting them in.]
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Date: 2025-12-06 03:24 pm (UTC)[ Placing a hand against his chest, he doesn't go through with the bow or any other formalities. He was cold. Sea cold was so different from regular cold. It had been so long that he forgot how perilous it was to meet up with Flins during the cold months.
Not waiting any longer, he steps inside, trying to look calm and not freezing like he felt. These were the times when he wished that he picked up fire magic. He really should look into that. Flins being the sort of fae he was meant that the inside was always warmer than the outside. It didn't take long after entering that the warmth hit him like a wall, and he could feel the tightness of his skin easing.]
Ah, the inside is nice and warm. A good change from the cold outside. You are ever the thoughtful host.
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Date: 2025-12-06 04:20 pm (UTC)Casimir, the gray tabby Maine Coon that had taken on the job of 'apprentice' lay in front of the fire, standing up when Hugo made his way in to 'greet' him. He pads over, immediately rubbing up against his legs to welcome him with a soft purr.
Flins chuckles as he shuts the door, walking over and watching the cat below them. Casimir was always so difficult to win over. Hugo must have a gift.]
I've been told my abode is nearly uninhabitable. So I've been looking for ways to remedy that. [Again, you could just get home improvements.]
I cannot offer much, but I do have a kettle warming up for tea.
[He glides his way to the kitchen, getting out two mugs.]
Were the holidays kind to you? [He laughs, his tone turning lighter, like a doting parent.] Did Santa give you everything you wanted?
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Date: 2025-12-10 03:37 pm (UTC)[ Hugo would, but he's waiting to see who was going to break first. It was like watching a fun drama from the sidelines.
The vampire kneels down, offering the cat his hand and a smile. ]
Hello little one. Taking up watch with this old man? You'll have to watch him closely.
[ Looking over to Flins, Hugo heaves a sigh, his shoulders rising and falling. ]
I have always had mixed feelings about The Saint and his holiday, but... I would not call it a terrible holiday this year.
It's been many years since I've even thought about it's passing. When I was busy running across Eurasia, there wasn't much time to think about holidays and human traditions.
What about you? Have you been showered with love and gifts?
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Date: 2025-12-10 04:17 pm (UTC)[He will cling to his musty, briney way of life until he's bruteforced otherwise.
Casimir sniffs the hand inquisitively, bumping his head into that hand affectionately. Hello, young master. That is correct-I am Sir Flins' colleague. I will continue the watch so you may converse with him.
Running his back along that hand, the cat brushes past one more time before he moves towards the stairs to walk up to the higher floors. Flins puts the teabags in the mugs and pours the water, moving back to hand the mug to Hugo as it brews, the scent of ginger in the air.]
Ah yes, you are elf as well as vampire. I can understand how this holiday can pull you in separate directions. While I'm a snow fae, we've never really been 'included' in the celebrations, even before the Wild Hunt.
That said, it's always been a strangely inclusive holiday. Everyone has been welcome to celebrate the merriment and gifting to others. I'm glad you can rest those wings of yours.
...[He taps his fingers against his mug, letting out a frosty breath.] More than I expected. The Lightkeepers would certainly gift me, but the people of Kaisou have no such obligations. Let alone to the cryptic lighthouse keeper that seems to cause trouble wherever he wanders. This city has taken me by surprise once again.
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Date: 2025-12-10 05:28 pm (UTC)Pleased to make your acquaintance. I wish you luck in your vigil.
[ He watches as the cat does indeed walk off, intending to do the lightkeeper duties. To think Lycaon was the reason he was starting to learn these things about animals. Absolutely awful. He didn't want to be grateful for such a small thing.
Pushing the thought of Lycaon away, he turned his head to look at Flins instead, listening to him speak of his surprise. It was like listening to his own observations after his first few months. ]
It's odd, is it not? Their happiness. Their affections and accepting hearts. Fitting in the dark places should take more effort. Yet, I agree with them in you being deserving. It might even be humorous that they're more intent on making sure their debts are paid than the fae in question is.
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