[It's a quiet night at the Aubel estate, and James is currently in a drawing room in the house, reading as per usual. It's almost odd for the house to be nearly empty again, or at least without Devon's family living with them anymore. Still, he's readjusted quickly enough, and barring the Christmas decorations that still hang in every room, things have gone back to normal.
James never did tell Devon about his experience with the crows that night, or the strange man. He didn't know what to make of it yet, and therefore saw no reason to worry her, without him offering a solution to the issue. It's made him more vigilant, at least.
As much as he can be.
Because there's only so much he can do, only so much he can constantly be aware, until something actually happens. He'd never wish for such a thing, of course, but that's never stopped bad things from happening before.
Speaking of, James peers up from his book, looking at nothing in particular. There's a strange sense in the air... but he can't quite tell what.
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James never did tell Devon about his experience with the crows that night, or the strange man. He didn't know what to make of it yet, and therefore saw no reason to worry her, without him offering a solution to the issue. It's made him more vigilant, at least.
As much as he can be.
Because there's only so much he can do, only so much he can constantly be aware, until something actually happens. He'd never wish for such a thing, of course, but that's never stopped bad things from happening before.
Speaking of, James peers up from his book, looking at nothing in particular. There's a strange sense in the air... but he can't quite tell what.
Maybe he should go check on Devon.]