[Ah. Lovecraft haunts the edge of the peer like a shadow, yet it feels like he was compelling him to meet here. Just his imagination, surely, and not a Lovecraftian spell cast over his soul.
Char settles at his side easily, turned to meet his gaze.]
There you are. I was beginning to think you'd grown tired of the fanfare and slipped away early.
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Char settles at his side easily, turned to meet his gaze.]
There you are. I was beginning to think you'd grown tired of the fanfare and slipped away early.