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Faolan did not react at all to the bartenders comment, he was used to this sort of thing. It was a very well-known fact that the Irish loved to drink, especially whiskey, they had invented it after all. Though the Scottish would claim differently, anyone with a decent understanding of history would know the truth. Faolan, however, had never been particularly fond of drinking, and this dislike only increased after the introduction of Lycanthropy to his everyday life. Of course, he had been drunk before, on multiple occasions, but he didn't like the way it made him feel. Given his condition, Faolan never liked anything that made him feel as though he were out of control, and this is what drinking did for its consumer. He decided it was best for him if he just stayed away from it.

But, watching Lucien take his glass of red wine and swirl it brought a rare smirk to his lips. He looked away and chuckled quietly to himself, then looked back to the Frenchman and said, "Well, we can't all live up to our stereotypes, Mr. Red Wine." He was quite proud of this response, to the smirk stayed on his lips much longer than he would normally allow.
Geralt's eyes narrowed at the pause at the table. He was well aware that everyone was looking at the two of them, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but he only had eyes for Ivory. When she answered, he cocked his head to the side, let a small silence linger, and then leaned back in his chair. "Well, you know what they say: 'show me the light, and I'll show you the shadow it casts.'" Throughout this exchange, he never took his eyes from the Lancer de Couteau.

Illyana, sensing that this conversation was about to head into dangerous territory, took it upon herself to stop it before it got any worse. Jolting up from the table, she coughed and looked around at everyone. "Well, I'm done." She said, a little too loudly, "Would you like me to take your dishes..." looking around, she noticed only Aurel had food on a plate in front of him, but he was nearly done, "Aurel?" She looked at him expectantly, hoping this distraction was enough to end the conversation between Ivory and the Magician.

Cora looked up a Illyana and tilted her head, curious as to what was going on with this sudden interruption.
"MMhhmm..." Faolan grumbled as the two made off. The walked down the street a ways and around a corner before coming to the pub. It was a small place with no name, but he had seen many a man wandering out of it at all times of the day. It was late evening on a Friday, so the place was rather full.

The two made their way to the bar and had a seat, luckily right in front of the bartender. Faolan took a moment to assess the layout, noting entrances and exits, how many people were there, how drunk they were, etcetera. Considering the time, it was rather tame and seemed perfectly safe, at least for the moment.

When the bartender turned to him, Faolan shook his head, "Nothin' fer me."
Cora smiled brightly at Akane as she complimented her as well. Akane was always saying things like that about Cora, and while at first she hadn't really understood why her beauty mattered, it always made her heart flutter a little to hear such sweet words.

"I will drink to that," Geralt said in agreement as he leaned around Aurel to look at Cora again, "Or, I would if I had any whiskey for this coffee." He added, then downed the last of the black liquid from his mug before setting it down.

At Ivory's comment, Geralt let his eyes fall on her. He raised an eyebrow to match his uneven grin, resting his elbows on the table and touching the tips of his fingers together as he leaned in. She smiled, and it was absolutely lovely. Despite her foul mood and sharp remarks, she was extremely beautiful, as was a trademark of her kind. Despite his first instinct to return her comment with one of his own, instead, he decided to keep things light by saying, "I must say, their light is only second to your smile, Miss Ivory. I hope I get to see more of it during my time here." He kept his eyes on her, gauging her reaction to his undivided attention.

Illyana nearly choked on her next bite of food as Geralt turned his attention on Ivory. It was clear to everyone within moments, and not only because of how close they were, how much the man's presence bothered the dhampir. He had expected Geralt to ignore her, he didn't seem the type to go hunting where he didn't belong, but she had underestimated his aplomb. It was clear that he was waiting to see how Ivory would react, and Illyana couldn't help but do the same as she looked over to her.
Despite their loudness ruining his nice afternoon walk, Faolan couldn't help but agree that the two did seem to be in high spirits. He glanced between them and Lucien as the Frenchman made his plea, and felt himself fighting a smile as Lucien looked up at him. Faolan had found that Lucien's negotiation skills did not stop with strangers, and in fact, he used them on Faolan more often than the Irishman would like. He knew just what face to make, and what to say, to make Faolan agree to whatever plot he was hatching.

He sighed heavily as the singing men made their way around a corner behind him and Lucien and disappeared. "I suppose it couldn't hurt...we do have a free day tomorrow." He said, then shrugged as he looked back down at Lucien, "I may be a 'grump', but an Irishman would never let his friend drink alone. Lead the way, if you must." He nodded in the direction the men had come from, knowing it to be the way to the pub. Lucien was mature enough to make his own decisions, and Faolan would never feel the need to actually stop him if he wanted to do something. He would learn on his own, and make his own mistakes, but that also didn't mean Faolan had to leave him alone to do it.
Faolan accepted the healing ad begrudgingly as he normally would, but he could not deny the results. Although, when he noticed that it was tiring Lucien out more than he was willing to cause, he let the Frenchman know that he was feeling much better, physically at least. After they had rested a little longer by the lake in placid silence, the two men set out once more on their journey.

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Half a dozen or so years passed, and the two traveled most of the United States doing odd jobs, healing the sick and assisting the poor. The two were known as "drifters", travelling from town to town with no permanent home and offering their services wherever they were needed. In some crossroads towns, they were even known by name, and the two of them had jobs waiting whenever they would return. They faced hard winters and cruelly hot summers, and had their fair share of other hardships, but nothing they couldn't see the other side of. They did well for themselves, and even after the incident in the woods, not much changed between the two of them.

For a while, Faolan took longer and longer to come and go from the trips during the Full Moon. Thanks to Lucien's tracking and his own instincts, it was easy to make sure that they did not repeat the mistake that had nearly cost the two their friendship, but his anxieties about the possibilities never waned. Faolan knew the only way to be sure of Lucien's safety was to be positive that he would never be in a position to encounter the beast ever again. He made sure to leave at least three days in advance of the Full Moon, sometimes even a week if it made sense to do so, and return no sooner than he was able. This shortened the two's overall time together, but Lucien had gained some independence from his time alone, and Faolan was glad to see that he was able to handle himself well, even for weeks at a time.

Despite the slight strain these long partings had put on their relationship, the two quickly recovered and were back to their old ways within hours of Faolan's return. They had certainly grown closer over the years, despite Faolan's slight resistance to this. He found it hard to deny that the two of them made a good team. He found himself subconsciously caring for Lucien in small ways which he would not notice until long after the deeds had been done. Similarly, he found Lucien never to be far away when he needed something, and the Frenchman had learned to read his moods, subtle expressions, and silence better than any person ever had. He often negotiated for the pair with strangers while Faolan stood by "looking capable", as Lucien liked to call it. Overall, the two had a sense of balance and equality in their relationship that Faolan had never experienced before.

Recently, Faolan had even found himself trying to return from his monthly errands as quickly as possible. This was more instinctual than anything, and even though he was confident that Lucien would be fine on his own, it became important to him not to leave him alone for longer than was absolutely necessary.

Due to this, and Lucien's negotiation skills, the two had recently experienced a boom in the pay for their work. They had even saved enough to buy a truck with a trailer in the back, which they slept in when they were on the road. It was poor condition when they first bought it, but Faolan had managed to patch it up so it ran well, and Lucien had helped to furnish the inside so they would be comfortable. This also meant the pair had much more free time lately, as travel time was cut drastically by driving. They would use this time for recreation and training, and Faolan watched Lucien's improvement with pride. Lucien was even an accomplished fisherman now, though he had never had a knack for hunting. He had also saved up some money and purchased a violin, which he was teaching himself to play. He and Faolan had also practiced sharing their respective languages so much that each of them was now fluent in the other.

On one such weekend, just before Faolan was due to leave for the full moon, the pair had found themselves with a free day and a half. They had just finished working a shift at a bakery together and had gotten off rather early and were now walking through town back to the town house they had been boarding in.

Faolan had been enjoying the sunset and the quiet when Lucien spoke up. He glanced over at the two men and subconsciously his eyes narrowed disapproval. He huffed at Lucien's comment and shrugged, "Mm, it's not all it's cracked up to be." He assented. The men stumbled by, arm in arm, singing so boisterously that Faolan couldn't understand the lyrics through the slurring. The smell of their breath wafted over to him and he looked away, turning toward the fresh breeze.
Cora let her friend guide her outside and pull her towards the mess area. She could already see a gathering of the rest of the troupe at the tables they used for eating. The carnies were already up and running around, doing their various jobs. Cora was always glad to see this, the strange men made her a bit uncomfortable. She had never gotten used to them like she had with Lucien and Aurel, there was something about them that just unnerved her...

"Oh really?" She said in answer to Akane. "I didn't know they would have aquatic patterns...I wonder if they know what the fish really look like?" She placed a finger against her bottom lip as she contemplated this. She knew that people went out to see, but how accurate would their depictions of sea life actually be?

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Geralt raised an eyebrow at Lucien's comment, then tilted his head, "Of course, but it's much less...fun, isn't it?"

At the next comment, he nodded knowingly before answering, "That's understandable, considering your business. I would be worried if you hadn't covered at least half of the country. I haven't managed to visit very many states myself, about twenty, but I'm sure that will change quickly in your company." He rose his mug slightly in a mock toast before taking a sip from it.

As he did, his eyes rolled between Ivory and Lucien and their exchange. Could he not even offer the girl a mug of coffee without drawing her ire? He supposed not, but it mattered not to him whether she enjoyed it or not. As long as he was the one being accommodating and generous in front of Lucien, he didn't care how the others reacted to him.

Looking at Ivory, however, he found himself rather intrigued by her. She was absolutely a natural beauty, and even in the "early" morning and with her foul expression, she was astonishingly beautiful. This was not uncommon for vampires, but there was something else about Ivory that pulled at him slightly.

He watched her as she took the mug, then gestured toward the cream and sugar next to the pot that had been left on the table earlier. "Dressing, if you want it." He didn't want to push it to far, but something about Ivory made him think she was not the black coffee type.

Illyana watched silently at the exchange between Geralt, Lucien, and Ivory. Tensions definitely heightened when the two of them were at the table together, and despite the wee hours of the morning and the dhampir's aversion to sunlight, her aura was bright and angry. She was clearly not pleased by his presence, even as he offered her the coffee she seemed upset. Geralt, however, was totally calm. She didn't need to see his aura to tell that, although she could tell by his demeanor that he was a hard man to shake. However, if anyone could do it, it was Ivory.

Lucien's energy was slightly nervous, but he was also calm, as usual. He seemed to be the buffer between Geralt and the rest of them. Though she was glad for this, and knew that he would never relent this position, even if asked, he was definitely too polite for his own good. Though Lucien was street smart, he did often get himself caught up in his curiosity, and Geralt was a wealth of the curious. She would have to watch the two of them closely...
Faolan couldn't help but huff at Lucien's description of him as his "best friend". Although, when he thought about it he couldn't really argue, by default Lucien was Faolan's only and closest friend. He wondered vaguely if he had ever been closer with anyone...even back home, there was distance between his parents and himself, and he had no really close friends growing up. His sister Fiona was probably the only one who could come close, but there bond was different...Faolan couldn't say how exactly, but his feelings about Lucien were...different.

Before he had time to examine that any further, the Frenchman spoke up again. He looked over in Lucien's direction, specifically down at his hands, then looked away again and sighed heavily. Faolan knew from what he had seen that Lucien was drained by his healing ability, and if he was already tired it would do him no good to use it now, he would only be trading Faolan's exhaustion for his own. However, he also knew that if he refused, Lucien would simply just ask again when some time had passed, and make that face he did...To avoid both, Faolan simply shrugged and nodded. "If you insist..." he said, and held out his arm without looking in Lucien's direction.
Cora clapped her hands together enthusiastically before reaching out and taking Akane's hand in her own. Her skin, as always, was cool and soft and very pleasant to the touch.

"I just love your...Yukatas?" She stuggled over the word briefly, still not quite sure of certain accents used by others in the troupe. "Maybe, the next time we can go to town, I could get one too? Do you think Lucien would be okay if I used some of my money for that?" She asked, genuinely curious as they made their way out of her trailer.

Currently, though she was paid her cut just as the rest of the performers were, she simply donated it to the good of the entirety of Cirque D'étoiles. Though Lucien promised her he would still keep it aside for her in case she ever wanted anything, she never really asked for things. She didn't really see the need to, as she had everything she needed right here with Akane and the rest of her friends.

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"Good morning, Aurel." Illyana said in response to his greeting. Her voice had brightened considerably when she interacted with Lucien and Aurel. She brought her plate over to the table and took a seat next to Lucien. She had not filled the entirety of the dish, and in fact was a very dainty eater in addition to everything else. She never found herself with a particularly large appetite, and instead preferred a series of smaller meals throughout the day. She was usually the outlier in the troupe when it came to meals, as the rest of the performers had very physical acts that required a lot of energy to perform. While her readings were draining, it was much more cerebral than her counterpart's shows.

At Lucien's comment, Geralt let his trademark grin spread across his lips as he glanced over his shoulder in answer, "Oh, yes, Peru is absolutely lovely. I couldn't deny any conversation with you, Lucien, I'd love to share. Although, it may take more than just one late-night conversation...I have traveled most of the US and over a dozen countries, so..." He chuckled, attempting humility, but was cut off as he heard Aurel's response.

Geralt shook his head and made a clicking sound with his tongue in disappointment upon hearing it. "Schade...It is quite delicious." He finished pouring a mug for Lucien and as he turned to bring it back, he spotted another lone figure and a pair making their way across the grounds towards the mess area.

"Ah, the cavalry arrives." He said with a smile, and let his eyes linger on Ivory for a moment, bundled up in a cloak with the hood up.

Interesting...it walks in daylight...

Geralt was sure this was impossible, although, even he had to admit that he did not know absolutely everything about Vampires. As far as he knew, even one tiny drop of sunlight would turn one of her kind to dust, but Ivory was merely covered up. Of course, the only bit of skin showing was her face under the hood, the rest of her was covered up completely and her hands were tucked under her armpits as she hurried over. As he studied her, he noticed the disgruntled look on her face, and the squint in her eye, then turned back toward the coffee pot. He brought it over to the table, along with three more mugs, before pouring an additional cup full.

As Ivory approached, he took a seat and slid the mug toward her end of the table as he sat down and looked up at her with a cocked grin, "Bright out this morning, hm? Here, you look like you could use some caffeine."
Faolan felt a wild mix of emotion at Lucien's answer and following statements. Partially, he was upset to know that Lucien would stay with him despite the danger...the horror he had witnessed. Another facet of him was relieved to hear that Lucien had no intention of leaving. Despite his nearly twenty years of travelling on his own, Lucien's presence had won him over. In this moment, he honestly could not imagine what it might be like to be alone again after having a companion. The two had grown close in the short time they had been together, mostly because of Lucien's natural charm and persistence, not that Faolan had really tried to resist all that much.

If this was true though, the two would have to move forward with a strict plan in mind for how they would approach the full moon and resulting shift. Although, Faolan wasn't quite ready to discuss that yet.

For now, he simply nodded, and laid a hand on Lucien's shoulder. "Thank you," he said, making eye contact with the Frenchman once more, "You're a good friend..." It was all he could think to say. He let his gaze and his hand linger for a moment, then dropped them both and turned to the water once again.

They had a long road ahead.
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