#felix 01.

[theo-turner]

Oh, adorable! A child! Theo genuinely and wholesomely thinks kids are great. It's not... innately part of his miming, but it does feel right for him to bring them laughter. Unfortunately, most of them find him more creepy than amusing. Still, they will always try again -- Theo completely ignores Felix, focusing instead on little Nemo, and squats down to match Nemo's height with a huge grin. Reaching into his pocket, Theo holds his pinched fingers to his lips, and begins blowing out air silently, cheeks puffing out, and his other hand 'holding a balloon' which grows bigger with each breath. It's balloon animal time! He can't ask what Nemo's favourite animal is, unfortunately, because the talking would prevent the miming from working. @freshcir

[marcellabelanades]

Location: Near Just a Bite Person: Felix-chan @felixtheleech​ She doesn’t want to be at home, she doesn’t quite want to be anywhere and when that feeling struck, she used to just wander the swamps back home. There’s no swamp in Rome that’s going to compare to New Orleans and Asphodel witch she might be, she’s not so far along in her grief that she thinks she wouldn’t be killed by whatever the hell she found there. So she sticks to wandering the city, going everywhere and nowhere, sits down at a bar here, slips out after a couple of drinks there, and for some reason, she always finds herself gravitating towards the venue that’s meant more for vampires than anything. She thinks it has to do more with the fact that she finds more comfort amongst the supernatural, it’s where she fits in. Marcella thinks on that as she walks, boots crunching old leaves on the sidewalk, the remnants of fall that winter had hidden, and her attention quickly snaps to a sound down the alley, just around the corner of the vampire bar. It would be stupid to pause, to further investigate, and yet what is a vampire to a necromancer and what is a vampire doing sneaking around a place meant for them? She needs to head down that way though, everyone knew the alleyways between the bars were practically shortcuts to the next bar. “What are you doing back there?” There’s nothing curious or authoritative about her tone, she doesn’t have it in her, she doesn’t even sound annoyed, just exasperated.

[elmira-kent]

Place: Thistle House, nearly after hours Person: An Old Friend @felixtheleech​ It’s harder and harder to leave the shop every day as the wedding looms closer. Everyone else goes home and she stays behind and cleans up, she’s got actual arrangements for said affair to fuss with anyways, her own bouquet. Elmira’s at her workbench, dark blooms all around her on the table, when she hears a gentle knock at the front door. Brow furrowing, she has no idea who would be coming by so late but it wasn’t unlike Sylvie to forget something at the end of her shift and come back for it. But the man at the door when she crosses the shop to it isn’t her employee. She squints at the figure, at his face, and then she blinks in surprise and throws open the glass door to greet him. “Dominic? What a pleasant surprise.” Surprise gives way to a smile of genuine delight to see him. “It’s been centuries.”