where?: figured they’re just sitting in a park bench
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Octavian thought he recognized them. From afar it certainly looked like the autumn general he’d known in a past life, but upon closer scrutiny, he realized that couldn’t be the case. “My mistake, your face echoes a warrior I’d known a long time ago. Have a good day.” He’d gotten close, so sure that Fen’harel had been the one to catch his eye. Then again, he had to admit how odd it’d be for a fey chancellor to be walking aimlessly around Rome. Yet, despite his dismissal something compels him to stay. Octavian can’t be sure if it's the whispers or some other deep-seated urge, but his feet remain planted, unable to leave. There must be something in their heart, something that’s clawing out to the darkness of his own soul. Perhaps it can be brought out. “You seem troubled. I know I’m a stranger, but I’d like to think I’m a good person. I care about the world around me, and the people living in it. Is there something you need?”
@fennharel
