|| Ruby & Duncan ||
Against all odds, Duncan’s antique shop had become quite lively ever since its reopening in Greywood. ‘Lively’ was probably a bit of an exaggeration but it was lively according to Duncan’s standards. He’d been used to the places he inhabited being completely deserted save for himself. But an antique shop in a supernatural town seemed to draw in quite a number of people despite its eerie, almost haunted look. Or maybe it was its ancient owner who’d gotten quite around during his long years on earth. The world was actually a small place and when you had plenty of time to meet plenty of people, it became even smaller.
With a glossy wooden pipe in hand, puffing out thick clouds of fragrant smoke by the open window, Duncan sat under generously lit candelabra with an engaging read on The Sonnets of Michaelangelo Buanarotti, translated into rhymed English by John Addington in 1904. As he drifted between its letter-like format that ranged from formal words of thanks to passionate arguments, he heard the door chime announce someone’s arrival into the store. The familiar face that had walked through surprised Duncan unlike any other he’d discovered in Greywood. After all, Ruby and himself had lost touch since France, where she’d tracked him down and announced that she was his grand-childe. Not an impossible thing as Duncan had turned many who had, in turn, turned others. The man’s vampiric bloodline was very prolific to say the least.
“Well, if this isn't a very pleasant case of deja vu. Different place, similar circumstances.” He closed the pages of his book softly, expression unchanged from the serene indifference it always seemed to wear. Perhaps Ruby would find Duncan slightly changed - he had always been stoic, mysterious and seemingly impossible to rile up but now, he seemed to have reached new levels of detachment.
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