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Laurence doesn’t react as apprehensive as the figure takes a seat,besides a shuffle backwards. Regretfully so, as he chokes out pained groan. Clenching his mouth shut, he subtly moved his hand to press against the sudden, sharp sting of pain on his leg - as though his muscles were grinding against sandpaper - numbing and aching them simultaneously. Alas, it was not a pain as heavy as he had already endured. The Ex-Vicar attempts to make away with the thought, concentrating her explanation. To a mundane mind, it might had all sounded ludicrous, and it did. But, it was the only line of reason he could get with his mind so clouded in confusion. He focuses on he woman - Tessa, his attention split into two; to listen, and to understand it. A cloud of confusion comes over him, and he tries to speak. Nothing comes out for a second, but he tries again,
❝ .. A.. Tremendous amount of time had passed since my last slumber, .. Not only that, but also a length’s away from home… 1862, – we both descend from the same era, yes? have you heard tale of Yharnam? Of it’s Church? If we’re so distant into the future as you say, surely they must had survived and thrived as well. Whether in text or in person or anything at all - it can’t just be wiped out. ❞ He sustains enough control over himself to keep himself from flying into hysteria. But regardless, reality sets in. A hand lifts to his features, pulling away strands of hair from his forehead before simply letting his bridge meet him palm. Afterwards, it’s yet again that his lips close, letting a second pass before he makes up his mind - is it worth it to mention his title? Without his followers, it’s little more than a pretty add-on. ❝ My name is … Laurence. ❞ After that, he cuts himself off once more. ❝ .. I don’t believe we have he same dreams, Tessa. But, I’d.. Like some place to sleep, at least. Do you know of a tavern of sorts..? ❞
Tessa was a patient woman, time had taught her as such, and she could see she was confusing him. The warlock wished she could just use her magic to help him, but doubted that he would welcome that sort of assistance. “Yes, we do! It’s been many years since I encountered someone born then. But no, I haven’t. We may be from different worlds of a sort too....do you have warlocks and vampires and shadowhunters in your world?” She cocked her head, curious about his answer before smiling at his name. “Laurence, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And no, I doubt we have the same dreams, but I’d love to help you get warm. My apartment isn’t far? Or if you’d rather a hotel I’d be happy to pay for a room. We really need to get you out of the cold and patched up.”
