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JAY, YOU DIDN'T!!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩

'And what did he do, Mile Castia?"
[…] But she found no trace, and thoughts brushing feather-soft upon the Marquis's, she felt only genuine curiosity, and a hint of the candlelight warmth that dwells ever in the heart of the secret romantic.
The only reply she gave was a smile.
Jean-François smiled in kind.
'He took your hand.'

🥹🥹🥹🥹

''I was in love once."
"Your Philipp?."
"We shook our head, eyes drifting to the porthole glass. We could see no shadow there, but I knew he was listening. Waiting. "No. Philippe would have made a fine husband. But though I died with him, I did not die for him."

Nevermind, I'm just here dying one word at a time 🖤

'Damned heathens.'
You speak of them so fondly, too.' Jean-François dipped his quill and tutted. I simply cannot imagine why they'd forsake the pleasures of your company, Mile Castia.
Celene rolled her eyes, but ignored the jab.

Jean-François has been everything I didn't know I needed 😌 and also LOL

I dragged myself upright, looking to my shaking hands, still smeared with the blood of the Holy Grail. And I said what anyone in my place would have at that moment.'
'Fuck my face?' Jean-François asked.
The silversaint nodded.
'Fuck my face.'

hehehehe

"Wonder on, then," my cousin replied coolly, not meeting my eyes. "Not everyone needs drunken buskers and brothel troubadours to sing of their exploits. Some are content that the Father shall count their worth on their day of judging."
'"Spend lots of time in the company of brothel troubadours, do you?"

*insert snort-laugh* 🤭

Well, it had been 54 pages without a dead horse. I should have known better...

'You were afraid.'
Gabriel glanced up, sharp eyes fixing the historian opposite.
'Of falling for another,' Jean-François said, dipping his quill. Difficult to blame you, I suppose. You put your Astrid on such a pedestal, what breathing woman could compare?'
'Know me so well, do you?'
A smile tugged at the corner of ruby lips. 'Not as well as I'd like.'

The way I DIE for these exchanges, literally🖤

... so I was certain whatever approached through that dark was no vampire.'
The Last Silversaint chuckled, twirling his goblet between clever fingers.
"You can imagine my surprise when the fucker burst through the window
and tried to take off my head.'
'THE FUCKER?' JEAN-FRANÇOIS glanced up from his tome. Was that a title or occupation?'

NO ONE makes me laugh like Jay 🤭🤣😆🖤