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Alfred holds out the tray with hands that tremble, ever so slightly. He’s too much of a professional to drop it, to spill the glass of water and the tiny mountain of pills in a paper cup, and yet. The tray wavers. The water slops dangerously close to the edge. The pills roll around in the cup, dislodged from their neat stack.
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06 Apr 2025
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“Was wondering if you were free, but, uh—“
“I’m free.” Arthur grunts, pointedly dropping his journal face down against his chest.
Kieran takes his hat into his hands. “Well, didn’t know if you noticed, but I’m in need of a trim.”
Arthur has noticed, though he hasn’t said anything, and wouldn’t have. Not his place, really, and he’s not one to talk. Arthur often lets his hair grow out long and wild for random spells, especially when he’s away from camp, until Ms. Grimshaw browbeats him into cleaning and shaving to levels acceptable for society.
“Not especially.” He lies. Because he definitely has noticed Kieran’s hair growing out. He’s been annoying himself every time he notices the way it falls into Kieran’s face while he works, when it got long enough that Kieran swept it up and off the back of his neck into a short ponytail. He’s wearing his hair up and off his neck again, and it looks— pretty? Arthur’s not sure if he likes that word rolling around in his head. Handsome, maybe.
Kieran sighs, mutters an exasperated alright under his breath as his eyes roll skyward.
—Kieran needs a haircut; Arthur finds himself indulging in small favors; Bill Williamson needs hair pomade.
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26 Mar 2023
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Kieran rubs the back of his neck, "When you uh-caught me in those mountains you took a ring. It...it belonged to my mother."
And then something like bravery - still shaky though, all guts with no grit to back it - flickers across Kieran's face, "I'd like it back."
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In which Arthur retrieves the ring he took from Kieran in the mountains. -
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Not long after the gang arrives in Lemoyne, the Count dies in the field at Clemen’s Point. Dutch needs a new horse.
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- Part 1 of And, Behold,