Geneva
Ian’s house looks just as old as it usually is. The only indication that he’s home today is the smoking chimney, because he’s old fashioned like that even when he’s being so damn casual and chill all the damn time. Like, can’t he get some normal person type of heating, something safer, cleaner?
Demir parks near the statue, frowning at it like it has personally offended him, and it makes my heart jump with joy a little because I know that if it wasn’t for me he wouldn’t actually give a damn about any of this. And now he’s caring and involved and…
I am wary of the thing too. I mean, I can’t not be when it’s the reason I am being hunted and have to hide to keep myself safe. But it’s empty now. The soul that occupied it for so long is now free and the statue itself is just that - a s
