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[juliettesmythe]

Sebastian just continued rolling his eyes. This girl was going to cause his eyes to roll right out of his head at this rate. He had to agree with her sentiment though. “Tell me about it,” he agreed, keeping his eyes on the trail to make sure he was heading in the right direction. “I’ve been searching through all these pathetic towns, not for you,” he reiterated. “But it’s really starting to become droll. Same thing different day. At least you’re providing me with a distraction for a bit.” 

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“You mean dull,” Quinn corrected, without blinking an eye. “’Droll’ means humorous, and something tells me that isn’t what you had in mind.” She glanced around at the trees surrounding their way, taking note of any landmarks that she could. She wasn’t about to let herself get lost. “What were you searching for?” 

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[juliettesmythe]

“You’re self preserving by… not scaling fish? It may be a little gross, but I don’t think it’s going to kill you.” Sebastian rolled his eyes, but he kept his eyes on her as she conversed with his horse. Brambles didn’t appear to be freaking out, so maybe the girl wasn’t so bad after all. It was kind of nice to have someone from back home around. He gestured to the saddle and assisted Quinn in getting up onto the horses back. Taking the reigns, he began walking and leading the horse towards the path to camp. “So how long have you been in the Southern Kingdom?” 

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“No, I’m self-preserving by watching you every step of the way,” Quinn clarified, and then spelled it out as clearly as she could. “I don’t know you, you don’t know me, and you’re leading me down a dark path into the forest, away from all other people. I’m keeping an eye on you.” She knew that he was only trying to make conversation, but every question felt like another attempt at digging for information, and besides, she didn’t have an actual answer. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “After a while all these backwards towns and dirt roads start to look the same.” 

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[juliettesmythe]

Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. “A little tip, Just Quinn, if you don’t want anyone to know you’re of nobility, you might want to tone down the attitude. It’s not quite as easy to get away with among the commoners. No fear though, I have fish preparation down quite well.” He gestured towards his horse before leading the way over to wear he was tied up. “Care for a ride? Brambles, Just Quinn. Just Quinn, Brambles.” 

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“That’s not attitude,” Quinn stated purposefully. “That’s self-preservation. I should hope even commoners have it as a valuable life skill, otherwise I worry for their futures.” Her expression softened slightly when she approached the horse. She wouldn’t necessarily say so, but she did have a soft spot for the creatures. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she told Brambles as she patted his flank. “You’re a lot more trustworthy than your knight; I can tell already.” 

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[juliettesmythe]

Sebastian rolled his eyes slightly. He thought his point was pretty clear, but whatever. “Well… you see my camp is beside a creek, as I said,” he explained, slowly and clearly. “And there are fish in the creek. And I catch them and cook them and eat them. Wonderful how that works, isn’t it?” He smirked at her again as he adjusted his sleeves. “I thought perhaps since you seem fairly lost and tired, perhaps you’d like to accompany me and Brambles back to my camp for something to eat and some rest?” Truthfully, it was kind of lonely out there with only his horse to talk to, but he wasn’t going to just admit that. 

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Quinn looked him over, trying to piece together anything that she might have missed upon her first glances. Nothing seemed all that amiss -- whether that was fortunate or unfortunate, she couldn’t decide -- and the prospect of food did sound exciting, even if it was a measley, greasy fish. The coins in her purse wouldn’t last forever, after all. “Fine,” she said. “But I’m not cleaning, gutting, or scaling anything, and I’m watching you from rod to plate. Understood?” 

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[juliettesmythe]

“Okay, okay, Just Quinn.” Sebastian folded his hands in front of himself and grinned at her. He loved having information because information held power, no  matter which way you looked at it. And even if he didn’t plan on doing anything with the information, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with the girl. 

Hr raised an eyebrow at her question, but decided to play along. “There’s a path out of town right over there,” he pointed out, gesturing in the proper direction. “I have a camp set up about two miles down the road, near a creek. Home sweet home, at least for the time being. Do you happen to enjoy fish?” 

[quinnaissance-blog1]

Down the road sounded ... either very good, because it kept her out of harm’s way, or very much like a trap. But Quinn  had already decided that she couldn’t leave Sebastian alone, not when he was looking at her with a face like that. A face that said he knew things, and could use them to his own advantage. Best to stay close, but also not wander into a place that would compromise her situation. “I have no problem with fish, but what does that have to do with anything?” 

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[juliettesmythe]

“Please, your face was all over the place after you disappeared,” Sebastian pointed out. “And my father trained me to remember faces. Helps keep you alive. Probably smart to change the name though, since I’m pretty sure you’re not looking for a way back home.” He cocked his head to the side and considered the girl for a moment before he gave a little shrug. “Sir Sebastian Smythe of the Northern Kingdom… my lady.” 

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“Please don’t call me that,” Quinn said, already exasperated with this ... boy. If he knew who she was, then she had to know that she could trust him, and as it stood, she very much did not. “It’s Quinn. Just Quinn. Is that clear?” 

She’d been on the run so long that it didn’t even feel like a lie anymore. Even in her head she’d begun referring to herself by a new identity; Lucy felt like someone who lived another life entirely. And maybe she had. But there was still the next order of business to attend to: making sure he didn’t talk. And she was fairly certain that she couldn’t kill him, which meant that she needed to stay with him. 

“So, Sebastian. Where are you staying?” 

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[juliettesmythe]

“I wouldn’t, no,” Sebastian confirmed “But you already knew that, didn’t you…. Lady Lucy?” Just in case she freaked out and started swinging he took a step back,  but kept his eyes on her. “Don’t go running off on me now. Our meeting is pure coincidence. Who knew you were even alive? Interesting though.” He imagined there was quite a reward out there for her safe return home, but he had to remind himself that what he was looking for was worth more than any monetary gift. “You look a bit lost.” 

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Quinn squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, regarding the boy -- the knight; of course -- with suspicion. If it wasn’t common knowledge that she was alive, then that could only be a good thing for her. “I’m sorry. You must have me confused for someone else,” she said. “My name is Quinn. And you are...?” 

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Sebastian had made camp for himself in a clearing in the woods not too far from Summershell. It wasn’t exactly the sort of accommodations he was used to, but he was keeping a fairly low profile wile he was here hunting for the stone. He’d ridden Brambles into town that morning though to buy some supplies and he was currently loading the horse up with said supplies. He tied everything down safely and was giving Brambles an appreciative rub along his neck when he noticed a girl walking down the street. 

Eyes narrowing curiously, a slow smile spread across Sebastian’s face. He approached the girl carefully, not wanting to send her running. He had a feeling she might want to. “Need any help, my lady?” 

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Quinn turned, but was careful not to make direct eye contact with the man who stopped her. She recognized the style of his clothing easily; he was from the Northern Kingdom, just like she was, and there was no telling whether he might be someone that her father had sent out to look for her. 

If he even knew she was still alive. 

“No, I don’t think so,” she stated coolly, but continued to be -- quite frankly -- lost. And knowing where he was from, that necessitated further investigation. She had to know what her father knew. “You wouldn’t happen to be a local, would you?” 

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Quinn pulled her cloak a little bit tighter around her body as she approached the outskirts of the tiny beach town. “Welcome to Summershell,” the sign read, and she let out a sigh. More like Summer’s hell than Summer shell, if the quaint little buildings and simple little people beyond said sign were any indication. Under ordinary circumstances, she’d be utterly miserable there -- which made it the perfect place to regroup and collect her bearings while figuring out what to do and where to go next. 

Because these weren’t ordinary circumstances, and hadn’t been for several months. The journey southward had been a long one, with her rest stops being few and far between; she hadn’t been keen on accepting rides from strangers on account of being on the run herself, and not knowing whether there was actually a bounty on her head or not. It was better not to risk it. This sad little tourist trap would be a good place to disappear among the crowds, to blend in without attracting attention, and maybe -- just maybe -- get herself cleaned up and fed properly. 

With some resolve, she strode forward down the path, keeping a watchful eye on the passersby, the street names and shop signs, looking for an inn or tavern where she wouldn’t attract too much notice. 

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Hmm… I’ll have to make a point of filming you next time you start hugging the media center then, shall I?

And adorable, and sweet, and amusing, and… maybe a little bit hot, if I’m being honest. Everything you do’s a little bit hot, though.

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I do nothing of the sort. 

You’re my boyfriend. You’re biased. 

[undenniable-blog]

I don’t know, doesn’t Adam watch My Little Pony? You watch what you like. I’ve never seen Teen Wolf, but I’ll see if I can get my hands on it, give it a shot.

I… know a movie by the name of “Face Off”  but don’t think I’ve ever heard of that one as a show. I don’t suppose the two are at all related?

I usually watch whatever Heather’s into. She’s a big fan of Psych, but that ended, last year? I think? Oh, and Castle and Bones. She likes the mystery shows that are lighter. And Doctor Who. I blame David Tennant, though I like Capaldi, the current Doctor pretty well, too.

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God, he’s told you about that? I’m sorry. He can talk your ear off if he gets started. 

Completely unrelated! The show’s on Syfy Channel and it’s kinda like Project Runway for theatrical and movie makeup. The stuff these people can pull off is incredible. The new season starts up in a couple weeks I think.

We love Doctor Who! We were thinking about getting a group together to watch the new series from the beginning once a month or so; you and Heather are more than welcome if you’re interested. 

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Of course we’re cool with it. It’s adorable. You’re adorable. I distinctly remember at least one incident of actual howling at the telly last year?

Everyone deserves a guilty pleasure, Elliott. Even if yours weren’t charming as ever.

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You can’t prove anything. 

Is that what this is? Charming?

[undenniable-blog]

What… show is that? Also… what’s your favorite UNscripted show?

Sorry, I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I have a few guilty pleasure shows of my own. I wouldn’t mind checking out yours.

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Teen Wolf. I know, it sounds crazy for a grown-ass man to like an MTV show so much, but they know what they’re doing. 

Unscripted ... I dunno. Face Off is pretty cool. What’re you into?

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Ooh, IS it now?

Well, I guess we’ll be taking an hour out of DW nights every week for the foreseeable future?

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Everyone needs a weekly dose of shirtless werewolves, Adam. So, as long as you and Ry are cool with it, yeah. 

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It’s kind of a dumb guilty pleasure, but my FAVORITE (scripted) SHOW is back this week! (I’m hoping I can con my boys into watching it with me like they did last year.)

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Adam: Right side of the stage. I think we lost Dennis. He was here a minute ago.

Adam: He's so tiny. I swear he's not ACTUALLY that short...

Ryder: He's pretty short.

Ryder: We're near an ice cream stand. I know, cause I'm eating some.

Elliott: When did Dennis get here? I didn't know he was coming!

Elliott: Well I'm not gonna miss out on THAT. There's more, right?