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2023 - Near Paris, France
Oct. 2nd, 2020 07:10 pmFour hours outside of Paris in a eighteenth-century stone-built farmhouse is where the Whitlocks have been living for sixth months in blissful, post-second wedding (or vow renewal, depending on the view) bliss.
Jasper enters the said house late in the overcast afternoon and hears Alice on the phone with Esme. The separation has been harder on her than it has on him, he knows. He can sense her sadness now as she talks to Esme, but he also knows she’s been happy too. It’s strange, being away from their family for such an extended time, but also - good. They need this, and the timing was finally right.
He tries to give her the semblance of privacy as she finishes her call - or as much privacy as a vampire with super hearing can - and hums softly to himself as he washes the grime from his hands. He’s been working on one of the more derelict barns on the 28 acres they now own and it isn’t a very clean job.
Jasper enters the said house late in the overcast afternoon and hears Alice on the phone with Esme. The separation has been harder on her than it has on him, he knows. He can sense her sadness now as she talks to Esme, but he also knows she’s been happy too. It’s strange, being away from their family for such an extended time, but also - good. They need this, and the timing was finally right.
He tries to give her the semblance of privacy as she finishes her call - or as much privacy as a vampire with super hearing can - and hums softly to himself as he washes the grime from his hands. He’s been working on one of the more derelict barns on the 28 acres they now own and it isn’t a very clean job.
