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POSTED: Sat May 09, 2015 11:31 pm

He's in a random room in the hotel with a fireplace-type thing, haha. Maybe Gene can smell him? Sorry this is so boring. xD

Flames reflected in dual-colored eyes, Pascal sat beside the pot and carefully shaved bits of wax from the rendered tallow into a smaller one. He did so mindlessly, daydreaming of other things -- not the least of which images was a gold-anointed beauty from the north -- and only paused to twitch sensitive, rounded ears as the quiet hiss and crackle of the water suggested it had begun to boil. He glanced down at the small shavings he'd finished, contemplating whether to add more, and grabbed the smaller pot, setting it gingerly into the larger one. It floated on the bubbling water, and Pas sat back, reaching for the book he'd set on the nearest sidetable.

He kept the tattered paperback shut in his lap for a moment, sighing as he stared at the flames washing along the underside of the double-boiler. He disliked making such small batches, but until he'd perfected his technique for these newest candles, Pascal did not want to waste materials far more precious than his time. Already he'd pointlessly lost one of the vials of extracted plant oils in his last batch, though he had some idea of why it hadn't worked out. It was too late to tell quite yet, but there wasn't anyone else he could turn to in the pack about this; the aspiring chandler was on his own.

He flipped open the book, a claw turning the thin, yellow pages until he found his place, and began to read as he waited for the wax to melt.

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POSTED: Tue May 19, 2015 1:13 pm

omg sorry for the wait! >.< raze posts are never boring <3 (+327)

Summer-time flowers brought to him memories of his mother, long gone upon the wind to places he did not know of. Sadness struck his heart, although the pang lasted only a short few moments. He had always preferred his father. Pascal, however... Eugene wasn't sure how his brother had been fairing these past few months. Rarely did they speak, and the relationship between them was weak and strained, seeming as though it might fall apart at any moment. They had never had the strongest relationship, and while Eugene wished he could fix it, he wasn't sure how interested Pascal would be in repairing it.

Such thoughts swirled through his mind as he ambled through the hotel. His family had separated into separate rooms, leaving Eugene all by himself. While he was an adult now, and nearly three years, part of him didn't like sitting alone in an empty room.

Soft footsteps fell upon the wood of the floor, not exactly the strongest wood -- it held up, however, even after years of different paws traveling along it. The scent of a small fire touched his nose, accompanied with something strange and the scent of his brother. Excitement washed over him for a moment before the Page calmed himself and stepped into the room where his brother resided, jade eyes falling quickly on the paperback book in his brother's lap.

"Hey, Pascal," he greeted casually, stepping further into the room. He wasn't sure if it actually belonged to Pascal or if his brother actually wanted him to step into the room, but he assumed that it'd be fine. His attention soon drifted to fire. "What're you up to?" he asked, genuine interest shining through in his tone of voice, although Gene wasn't sure if he was actually interested in Pascal's brew of... whatever it was. He tried to act interested, however. Pascal was his brother, after all, and Eugene liked to think of himself as a supportive brother.


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POSTED: Wed Jun 03, 2015 9:01 am

Me too D:

Head caught in his own dreamy world, Pascal was nonetheless alerted to his brother's approach by the sound of his feet on the creaking floorboards under the hotel's dull carpet. He lifted his head and glanced briefly at his sibling, his fur already beginning to stiffen. He knew Eugene so little anymore, and it upset him; though he'd salvaged his relationship with his father, he wasn't sure if the same would be true of his soldier brother.

Hello, Gene, the wolf replied softly, and glanced toward the boiling water. The wax within had already begun to melt, and Pascal rose to his feet and grabbed the leftover crayons from the basket of supplies at his feet, taking with them a knife and beginning to cut shaves off into the wax to give it color. I'm making a new batch of candles, he said, wondering if Gene even used candles, and trying some new things.

His ears wilted in his curly hair, then pricked again. Do you think these colors are okay? he asked, aware of how awkward he was.

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