"It has not been. . ." Give him a tick.
He looks at the clock and does see how long it's been. He rather not admit that he's wrong either.
"Right, well, it is something Tragic Mick had found. Have been trying to translate it."
He doesn't need to look up to know Charles is behind him trying to look. It's as if he just knows the other for so long, he knows what this feels like.
"Yes?"
It's quite alright, Cat King. It has not bothered me over these decades.
But, uh. . . Hypothetically speaking, if I ghost were to pet you in your feline form, would you feel it?
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If I had a nickel for every time I had to explain the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, I would have two nickels. I don't like this game.
1. To a man named Charles
2. To my friend who is very Charles coded
@DtectivRowland when they are so close to escaping.
He takes his hand and intertwines his fingers with his. He isn't planning on losing Charles or falling behind.
With the grimoire destroyed, she would be losing strength soon. Possibly when the sun comes.
@DtectivRowland Stressful situations sometimes make one forget they have a brain. It's why Edwin was glad he was able to think for a moment and realise they were ghosts.
He nods. "Just go straight to the house to the mirror." He keeps his voice soft. He doesn't need the witch finding them now >
@DtectivRowland Edwin gives a nod understanding what Charles is trying to say.
He looks at the field in front of them. They could walk through the crops like a person, causing the crunch of leaves and bending of the stalks. Or. . .
He leans forward, "We're ghosts." he whispers. They could >
@DtectivRowland with a glare that tells him to stay still as well.
The crunching sound goes again, but from the volume of it tells Edwin it's heading away from them. Then he loosens his hand on the other's mouth and backs up, giving Charles space.
@DtectivRowland The crunch of the crops being crushed under weight still echoes through the still night. At first it comes closer to them, but there for a few seconds there is silence, one that isn't as deafening as hell, but feels close to it.
Edwin keeps himself still looking at Charles >
@DtectivRowland He stops as he hears a crunch of dried crops behind him. He doesn't want to look back. He knows that something is lurking behind them.
He reaches over to Charles and cover his mouth to make sure he doesn't dare say a work. Still. They should stay still.
@DtectivRowland If Edwin reads them to him, would he be up to hearing the conclusion to any of the mythologies? It had been a while since he has read them himself.
He sighs. "Right. Well, maybe you should read them, Charles." He keeps his voice low as he follows the other through the crops.
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@DtectivRowland that?
That isn't their problem right now. It's the fact they are hiding in the field trying to get back to the house. He heads straight, keeping one of the constellations north of him.
@DtectivRowland "You know the books are in the office." He says, looking over at Charles. It's not his usual spite, since his heart is holding him back. It's been like that for a while if Charles has noticed. "The same book with Orpheus and Eurydice." He adds. Had Charles even gotten back to >