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“Celeste and Josc are finding their way into the estate as we speak. We just need to divert the guards a little bit in the beginning," Nicolette confirmed. Well, the gathered items--and people--certainly would do that. But they needed to take care. If they brought the entirety of Barrett's...

Edwin spent the intervening day getting his affairs in order. When he stopped to reflect on that turn of phrase, he realized it was a touch more morbid and dramatic than he meant it to be--even for him, the self-proclaimed king of dramatics. It wasn't like he had no intention of coming back...

“Both.” Celeste answered with a grin. “I’ve definitely dealt with my share of wealthy assholes, but your brother is in a class of his own. I promised your sister that I’d give him a comeuppance in a way that wouldn’t come back on her or anyone in the house. He disciplines her by beating the...

“We can deal with your father, and we’re likely going to have to, unless you and Addie leave Kirkwall or take up residence in Darktown. We just have to get your sister out first.” Darktown made him think of the lovely jaunt he'd taken through the sewers to corner Chester. It made him think of...

“I trust her," Addie said without hesitation. "And I like who she is, not merely what she looks like.” Edwin smiled a little to himself. He'd made a hash of his question and the explanation behind it, but oh well. It was good to know there was more there than a casual interest. He hoped it was...

Edwin had come to the Wicked Grace expecting to make some kind of deal. Whether he was indebted in coin or favors owed, he didn't imagine he'd make it out of this negotiation unscathed. Celeste might like Addie, but in his experience, no one did anything for free. Her answer was given without...

“I still have it, you know. Hidden in my wardrobe.” Edwin smiled softly at that, his gaze casting down to the table. It wasn't exactly a surprise. He didn't imagine she'd just decided to burn every book he'd ever given her after he left. But it was yet another reminder that even in his darkest...

He waited for Josc’s reaction, watching the expressions play across her face. The briefest hint of disbelief, then recognition, then something Edwin hadn’t expected. A laugh. No, not just a laugh. That was far too pedestrian a term for what happened to Josc. In that moment, she was overtaken...

There was a fire and a fury simmering just beneath the surface as Aveline listened, but she managed to contain it. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would have done if she’d pressed him for information; demanded to know his father’s name and the names of anyone else who’d been involved. But...

A plan was coming together, but still Edwin felt the tug of discontent. He felt useless in this room; kept on a leash when a part of him wanted to be turned loose so he could tear out the throat of anyone who hurt his sister. But there was wisdom in careful planning, and he tried his best to...

“Picking locks doesn’t make her a criminal,” the captain pointed out. “It just means she’s got more options when your father decides to lock her in.” That was true enough. Edwin’s lips twitched into the barest of smiles, and he dipped his head just enough to show his agreement. He knew all too...

(( Arrives via courier, after this thread. - Aveline Vallen )) The unsigned letter is addressed to Guard-Captain Aveline Vallen. The script is flowing but free of embellishments. Mostly. Aveline, I believe if you asked me months ago, I would have told you not to trust me in anything. I know...

Celeste turned to look at him, caught off guard by his insistence of a fairly innocuous piece of clothing remaining on. Maybe a day would come where he could think on those scars without terror and disgust; where he could look at himself without feeling sick to his stomach. But that day wasn’t...

“She is very kind to me,” Addie assured him. “And I know she would never make me uncomfortable.” Edwin could admit to himself--and only himself--that Josc had also been respectful as far as he was concerned. Oh, she’d gone for it. But that was his fault more than anything. When it became clear...

It was difficult to sit amidst a room of people talking about rescuing his sister and know he would perhaps have the smallest part in the whole affair. It wasn't about being the hero. Edwin wasn't anyone's hero--not anymore. It was about righting a wrong he'd committed eight years past. He...