dorian and jules

Who: Dorian and Jules
When: Morning
Where: Nevermore

It was no secret that she wasn't looking forward to heading into Nevermore. She felt somewhat bad for venturing in to ask Dorian for a favor when they hadn't gotten on very well the first time they met, but Aiden and Eris had both suggested him. She wasn't about to just sit around not knowing anything about the air elemental things she would be dealing with. So she sucked it up and headed over to the shop to see Dorian. It was pretty empty when she entered the building and she looked around at the books that surrounded her, pushing her hair back behind her ear and heading towards the counter to look for Dorian. She wondered if he'd even be there this morning, if not, she'd just have to come back later, but she was hoping.

Dorian was there, even if it was Saturday morning. He'd been in a good mood all week, part of which he attributed to Halloween and the rest to how well Nevermore was doing. Those that didn't think the world was ending came for real answers. Even if he didn't have them, he did the best he could, all the while looking for something better to tell them. He moved towards the front when the bell rang on the door, surprised when he saw who it was. "Jules," he said, brows raising. "Hi, um, what can I help you with?" He figured she was there for something other than to see him; their last meeting hadn't exactly been the sort to send her running back.

Who: Dorian and Jules
Where: The streets of Marquette
When: 1am

After four days of forcing himself to the book faire, Dorian found himself restless with nothing thrilling to occupy his time. Talking to Rose had given him reason to hope the bad would stay away from Marquette for awhile, though if he could assure she was safe, he would have enjoyed a bit of chaos for himself. He didn't expect to find it wandering around at night, but a walk in the cold was good for him, sunglasses in place despite the darkness. It was an attempt not to draw too much attention to himself, though he found that it still raised the question of why from those he ran into. After years of dealing with it, he figured he could manage.

Jules couldn't sleep. She'd tossed and turned for a while, unable to find a comfortable position before finally giving up and getting out of bed. There was no point lying there and thinking when she could get out and clear her head. So that's what she did. She pulled on a sweater and her black jacket, leaving her hair down and pulling a hat on. Black jeans and her boots and she was ready to get out of the house. She didn't care if it was cold, she didn't care if it was late. She headed off down her street, turning the corner and walking for quite some time. At first she didn't notice the man walking in her direction, not until he was barely a few yards in front of her. She'd been too busy listening to the sound of her own footsteps falling. Then she realized it wasn't just her footsteps and that made her nervous, eyes ticking upwards towards the sound as she stopped walking. Sunglasses at night? Odd. She wasn't sure whether she should keep walking or turn around and make a break for it. In this town you never knew what you might meet. She was too afraid to do either, so she just stood there in the middle of the sidewalk.