#the Arcana Julianne

[timmys-and-scribbles]

I may have,,, gotten sucked into a new AU and I’m dragging all of u down with me (but especially @bastart13 and @jyuukichannart and @wolfbatspace because there’s no escaping the gravitational pull of my AUs)

#among us #among us au #the Arcana #the Arcana game #the Arcana julian #the Arcana Julianne #the Arcana crossover #Julian Devorak #Julianne Allgeier #Julian x apprentice #Julian x Mc #valdemar #quaestor valdemar #implied death tw

[miosko-art]

I have long liked two Timmy's mermaid comics, and decided to draw to Aricor that she had been there.

\ @timmys-and-scribbles​ \

🐉💙The first page, the girl went without parents to the aquarium to look at fish and other beautiful creatures of the ocean, of course it was a shame that she could not admire all this beauty with her brother, and turning sharply, she saw Muriel with long hair looking at her behind the glass of the aquarium . / first love of little Ari 💖✨/

The second one shows Julian and her beloved in the aquarium, of course Ari is not allowed to be there, but at least I really wanted to dream about swimming there ~

Romance is overwhelming!🌸💖🌸

#The Arcana AU #Julian The Arcana #the arcana julianne #the arcana julian #the arcana muriel #the arcana mc #the arcana mc x muriel #muriel the arcana #mc x muriel #muriel #arikoru #arikoru the arcana #arikoru x muriel #julian x mc #the arcane julian #julian x julianne #mermaid #comic #fan comic #the arcana fanart

[bastart13]

Getting to draw Julianne for @timmys-and-scribbles is always a blessing :D

#the arcana #the arcana game #julian devorak #fan apprentice #julian x apprentice #apprentice julianne #the arcana cg #art

[sundropscribbles]

Love Letters | Julian Devorak x OG Female Character | 3K

What's this? The first piece of Arcana fiction I've ever published? ���� Given how long I've been invested in this game, now, that probably deserves some kind of celebration. All that aside, though, this little ficlet started as a brain-worm and then developed into something sweet and soft for the absolutely wonderful @timmys-and-scribbles! As such, Julianne (the apprentice in this story) was created by and belongs to her! I hope you all enjoy!

Loving Julian Devorak comes with its challenges.

As it stood, this was quite simply a fact. It had always been common knowledge that the doctor could be a bit of a handful, even despite his good heart and his even better intentions. The things and the situations that surrounded him had a tendency to spiral out of control rather quickly — whether it was an good-natured round of cards at the Rowdy Raven, or an innocent debate with Valerius about some court-related thing or another, chaos had a habit of following Julian.

Now — nobody knew any of this better than Julianne did. Asra had gained a fair amount of experience on the topic, and goodness knew Portia understood, but even still: Loving Julian Devorak came with its challenges, yes, but oh… being in love with him was a challenge all its own.

This wasn’t to say that Julianne regretted falling for her dopey, dramatic, thespian lover; she had never regretted that, not for a second. But, gods, there certainly were some days that were much more trifling than others.

And this… this just so happened to be one of those days.

In Julian’s defense, this particular incident wasn’t exactly his fault. His intentions were just as pure and loving as they had always been. His heart was in the right place. There really wasn’t a damn thing he could do to change the situation - even if he had wanted to. It was just…. well, his handwriting was awful.

She had never thought that it would become an issue, not really; they lived together, and where Julian went, Julianne tended to follow. It wasn’t as though they communicated very much in writing, and she hadn’t even been sure that he had remembered her having claimed to be able to read the letter he had written to Portia years back.

Quite unfortunately for her, though, her lovable ruffian had remembered, and now, he had let his adorable, romantic streak get the better of him.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love his cliches, and his grand, sweeping gestures of romance - because she did. She really, really did. At the moment, though, she was holding what she thought might have been a sweet note, addressed to her from Julian. And that was all well and good. She loved that, but damn it… she couldn’t read it. She couldn’t make heads nor tails of it, and it was downright sad.

Her understanding of the what was written began with what she could recognize as her own name, scrawled near the top left corner, but ended abruptly just beyond that. She could pick out a word, maybe two - “sleep”, “soft”, maybe even “love” - but that was about it, apart from his scrawled signature near the bottom.

And she... she hadn’t a clue what to do about it.

He was going to ask about it at some point, wasn’t he? That was a given. And Julianne wasn’t sure she’d be able to get away with making like she had been able to read it again. Julian knew her better than that, now, and there wasn’t any way he wouldn’t see through the facade in an instant. The next best option would have been pretending she had never found the letter at all, but even that would be difficult. And besides, odds were Julian would only continue to try. He was nothing if not persistent, after all, and…

Gods, she was screwed. Well and truly.

After something close to an hour of fretting and then another hour of debate, she winds up going to Portia for help. She doesn’t come to the decision lightly by any means, but she does trust for the most part that asking for Julian’s sister’s help won’t immediately backfire on her. The youngest of the Devoraks did know how to keep a secret, after all. And anyways, it stood to reason that she’d have been able to read his messy scrawl — that was, if Julian had in fact written her letters as frequently as it’d seemed he had.

It was logical, and sound, and there was a fairly good chance that she could depend on her sister-in-law-to to help her out of this mess. And she had felt rather good about the plan, in the end. That was, until she’d actually turned up at Portia’s cottage with the letter in hand, and Portia had laughed. She had laughed, loudly and merrily, and it had been clear then and there that she would be of no help to Julianne.

“You… you can’t read it either?” Juli had squeaked, defeated once more.

“Gods, no,” Portia had giggled, squinting as she had eyed the letter for a long moment before handing it back to a rather wilted-looking Julianne. “Ilya sent me one, maybe two letters in all of the time he spent away. And even then, I had to have Lilinka help me read them. She was the only one who could ever make any sense of his chicken scratch.”

Julianne only sighs heavily at that, dragging a hand through her hair as her gaze falls to the letter in her hands. She loved and hated it in equal measure, because it really was incredibly sweet, but on the other hand… what, exactly, was she supposed to do about this?

“I’ve half a mind to get in contact with The Hanged Man himself,” she grunts. “Maybe he’ll be able to help me out.”

She’s only half-serious — because asking one of the Arcana for the power to read her own husband’s handwriting is downright silly, and she knows it — but Portia still cackles, dropping onto the couch next to her unceremoniously.

“Have you considered telling him you can’t actually read it?” she suggests with a smirk.

“No!“ she squawks, indignant as ever. “I can’t! That’s — it’s — “ Embarrassing, was what it was. And the last thing she wanted was to admit to it. It was looking more and more like that would be her only option, though, and… damn it.

Portia never stops snickering, not even as she stands from the couch and finds her way into the kitchen (where Pepi has been ‘mewing’ her desire for lunch for a handful of minutes, now).

“Well, you could always distract him with sex,” she suggests with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. “Maybe he’ll forget all about it.”

Normally she might have blushed in response to Portia’s teasing, used to it as she may have been. But distracting Julian with sex? That wasn’t a bad idea. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done it before, anyways, amidst petty arguments and on days she felt like dragging him home from the clinic without a fuss. And so today, instead of blushing, she grins.

“You’re a genius, Portia,” she says, grinning as she stands from the couch and heads for the door — though not before pausing to tug the shorter woman into a one-armed hug.

Portia only laughs harder, and with that, Julianne scurries out the door.

-

Rather luckily for the stubborn magician, Julian doesn’t actually wind up coming home until well after sunset.

It had been a very busy day at the clinic, evidently, and by the time he comes sauntering through the front door, it’s dark out. He looks positively exhausted, and he heaves a thick sigh as he sheds his coat and then ducks to work at the buckles on his boots.

“Darling, I’m home,” he shouts halfheartedly, and Julianne pauses. As it was, she had only just started getting ready for bed. And that was rather lucky, too, she supposed, given her situation. Normally, she’d have slept in something loose and comfortable — one of Julian’s shirts, more often than not — but she hadn’t taken any risks, tonight. No, tonight she had purposefully worn something much more revealing. It was skimpy and soft; the straps were thin and the neckline sinfully low, and the fabric was primarily a lovely, translucent lace. It was a beautiful sage green in color, and it was downright distracting.

Or, well. She hoped that it would be, at least.

She delicately combs both of her hands through her hair — purposefully left down to fall across her shoulders — and with a soft sigh of her own, she wanders down the stairs to meet Julian.

“Welcome home, Ilya,” is what she decides to lead with. He’s not noticed her yet, too busy struggling to remove his obscenely tall boots to have looked up just yet. “Long day?”

His response is a soft groan, as his boots are finally kicked aside. He stands upright a handful of seconds later, dragging a hand through his hair as he nods his agreement. “Very long,” he laments, tugging his eyepatch off and tossing it aside in a manner that clearly indicates his happiness to be rid of it for the evening. “And hardly as exciting as you might assume. Some of these patients, darling, I’m telling you—! I’m not sure how many more times I can tolerate having to explain that there isn’t a cure for allergies, or a common cold. Not even leeches can — oh.”

He’s looked up, now. Smack in the middle of his frustrated rambling, he’s managed to catch a glimpse of Julianne, smiling softly at him and presenting herself just so, and… oh.

“Welcome home, indeed,” he purrs, and immediately strides forward to meet her. His still-gloved hands settle at her waist, first and foremost, and his touch is warm and appreciative as he spends a handful of moments looking her over more thoroughly. “To what do I owe this absolute vision?”

“Oh, no occasion in particular, darling,” she responds, melting right into his touch just the way that she always does. Perfect, she thinks. It’s working, then. “I just thought you deserved something nice. What with that long day of yours.”

One of his hands wanders upward, touching and tracing the length of her torso reverently. He only pauses when the palm of his hand reaches her neck, and the smile on his face grows all the more mischievous as he threads his fingers into her hair and ducks forward to kiss her lips.

“Mm, you spoil me,” he mumbles into the kiss. In the next instant his hands are on her hips, gracefully lifting her up and hauling her in close. Her legs wind themselves around his waist on instinct, and her lips curl into a delighted smile against his as she clings to him. “It’s only fair that I do the same for you, isn’t it?”

It’s not another moment before they’re up the stairs and off to the bedroom, then, and… Gods. It’s a win-win situation through and through. There’s never a word said about the letter, and Julian spends the next several hours doing positively filthy things to her with his tongue and his fingers alike.

It’s perfect, and more importantly, she’s safe.

Or so she thinks.

It’s in the early hours of the morning that Julianne finds herself being tugged in close to her beloved doctor’s chest, peppered in loving kisses and brought to consciousness both by the affection and the warmth of the morning sun.

“Mmf,” she mutters, tucking her face against his neck insistently as she comes to. “Ilya?”

“Good morning, my love,” he murmurs into her hair. It sounds as though he’s been awake for some time, and there’s a hint of a smile in his voice. It makes her smile, too, even as she yawns widely, and then proceeds to groan at the obviously early hour.

“Why’re you up,” she asks, returning a handful of his kisses. “S’too early to be up.” He laughs softly, then, and presses another to the top of her head.

“I was just… admiring, that’s all,” he sighs. His hands wander the length of her back, fingertips delicately tracing the lacy little thing that she’s still wearing. He had never taken it off of her the night before — not at the start, and not as he’d held her beneath him and showed her exactly how much he appreciated it.

She smiles softly as she gathers her wits about her. It’s achingly sweet, and she’s definitely about to respond with some flirtatious quip or another, but he beats her to it before she has the chance.

Though she can’t see it just yet, there’s a hint of mischief in his smile, and it only grows as he speaks. “If all of the silly little notes I write to you result in this, I might just have to do it more often.”

And — oh. Oh no.

She laughs softly perhaps a touch awkwardly at the suggestion. It’s certainly something of a challenge to bite back her panic, but she manages it quite expertly. Her expression is cool and calm as she leans back to meet his eyes, and she even manages to keep a hint of subtle flirtation in her tone as she speaks.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she says with a smirk. “Do you really think you could keep that level of charm up for so long?”

Despite her cool, collected facade, her panic only rises. Because oh, Gods — of everything she could have said, she had gone with that?. It wasn’t wise. Not in the least. Julian was as competitive as he was persistent, and — and — fuck. She was fucked.

“Oh, darling, you wound me!” he sighs, as dramatic as ever. He leans in and presses a kiss to her forehead anyways, though, laughing softly as he drops the act. “Still, though… perhaps I did peak with that first one.”

Relief washes over Julianne at that, and she nods her agreement. “Well, it isbest not to overdo it, isn’t it?” she suggests with a smile.

“You may be right,” he agrees with a nod, and she relaxes further at that, because thank goodness. If she could just… casually talk him out of the idea just as quickly as she’d talked him into it…

Quite unfortunately, however, she comes to find out soon enough that her relief had come very prematurely, because another few seconds later, Julian is grinning again. “I’m rather curious, though — did you have any favorite bits? Tidbits I could revisit in the future, perhaps?”

And she… she doesn’t have a good response to that. She doesn’t have an alibi, or a white lie, or an escape route, because in truth? She hadn’t been able to make sense of a single line of the letter. He’s asking her for specifics, now, and she’s got nothing.

“I — er — uhm,” she stammers, clearly floundering. In the midst of her panic, she fails to notice the amused gleam in his eyes — the way that he’s biting back soft laughter as she struggles to put together a response.

“Speechless, are you?” he teases, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Or… perhaps it wasn’t very good after all?”

“No! I — it was! It’s… ah, the way, um — that line where…“ she continues to try, stubborn as ever. Positively refusing to let herself fail.

However, it isn’t very much longer before Julian himself can no longer keep up the act. He dissolves into delighted laughter roughly thirty seconds in, and it stuns Julianne into silence.

“My dear,” he says, once he’s caught his breath. “You could have just told me that you couldn’t read it.”

Julianne makes an indignant noise at that, and the shock in her expression dissolves into something rather more like a comically angry pout as she looks up at him.

“What—! How—“ she begins to ask, but it hits her before she ever gets the question out. Portia. She curses under her breath, and another moment later, she nudges him halfheartedly. It only makes him laugh more, and she grumbles and rolls her eyes at that. “That’ll be the last time I trust your sister with my secrets, then.”

“Come now,” he grins, brushing an errant strand of hair out of her eyes (even though she’s still refusing to meet his gaze). “I thought it was adorable, how hard you tried to be convincing.”

She makes another disgruntled sound at that, though instead of pulling away, this time, she rolls into his arms with a forlorn sigh.

“It’s embarrassing,“ she whines, forehead pressed firmly to his chest. He rumbles with soft laughter, again, and she pouts. “…and to be fair, we live together! I never thought that fib about being able to read that old letter of yours would ever come up again.”

Julian just grins, though, and presses another adoring kiss into his silly little magician’s hair.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he sighs, cuddling her close. “I’d dare say that little fib was downright cunning of you.”

She blinks, raising her head a fraction at that and eyeing him curiously. “…you would?”

He’s still smiling at her, and though the embarrassment of it all hasn’t faded just yet, it’s rather reassuring.

“It got me to talk, didn’t it?” he points out, and she huffs.

“It did,” she admits, and though her tone is still a touch reluctant, the smile on her face is soft and fond.

“And now we’re here. Married and terribly domestic, all because of your embarrassing fib,” he goes on to say, and that’s what breaks her. Her small smile brightens into a grin, and another handful of seconds later she’s giggling, flush with laughter and clinging to him as she nods her head.

“Gods, that… it really is the little things, isn’t it?” she snickers, and Julian hums.

“That it is,” he agrees, giving her a squeeze.

Her laughter settles soon enough, and as she relaxes into his arms once more, she sighs.

“It really was sweet, though,” she promises. “You’ll read it to me sometime, won’t you?”

“Of course I will, darling,” he promises, sealing the words first with a tender kiss to her forehead, and then another to her lips not a moment later. And she’s perfectly content with that, sated and just about ready to sink into another few hours of sleep. Julian, though… Julian has other ideas.

His hands wander toward the small of her back and then dip lower, and his smile grows devious as his touch shamelessly lingers on her ass for a very long moment before sliding toward the backs of her thighs, instead.

“So long as it gets me more of this?” he asks. His tone is low and sultry, and Julianne ignores the slight hitch in her breath in favor of swatting at him playfully.

“Oh, you’re a menace,” she complains. There isn’t any real fight behind it, though, and the moment he laughs and begins to pull away, she moves in closer. Presses him onto his back, and swings a leg across his hips. Indulges him.

She’ll always indulge him, as big a menace as he might be.

And… well, screw it. Love letters were overrated, anyways.

#the arcana #the arcana ficlets #the arcana apprentice #the arcana game #julian devorak #the arcana julian #mc x julian #julianne allgeier #fanfiction #fic #the arcana fan fiction #original character #fan apprentice #ilya devorak #julian x mc #julian x apprentice #lfv fic

[aaliyah-draws]

Here’s some arcana drawings I’ve made over the past summer that I wanted to share with y’all! Featuring @theartofflorence , @timmys-and-scribbles and @lazyvoyager ‘s wonderful apprentices !

I’ve been pretty absent on tumblr because of personal stuff and I couldn’t bring myself to open this app because I lost touch with being active with it. However, I feel better than what I udsed to feel before and want to interact again with y’all lovelies and share my work and adore others work as well! I hope y’all are doing well! 💞💞

#the arcana #the arcana game #julian devorak #portia devorak #asra alnazar #muriel the arcana #valarie the apprentice #apprentice venus #apprentice julianne #apprentice illain #fan apprentice #my art

[thepiedownthehall]

Im in a bit of an arcana dump, and I finally finished this after 30 years. Starring some of my favorite apprentices. None of these MCs are mine, but they're all incredible, and I love seeing other people's character design.

Illain belongs to @lazyvoyager

Nell belongs to @greyhands

Julith belongs to @jyuukichannart

Prentiss belongs to @arcanaprentiss

Valarie belongs to @aaliyah-draws

Isha belongs to @bastart13

Julianne belongs to @timmys-and-scribbles

Click for better quality

#whipped cream doodles #myart #arcana mc #julith the apprentice #julianne the apprentice #the arcana #isha the apprentice #valarie the apprentice #prentiss the apprentice #nell the apprentice #illain the apprentice #arcana apprentice #fan apprentice

[agent-darkbootie]

I guess I’ll post this now lol

Hay @timmys-and-scribbles , surprise~~~✨✨✨

Couple of JuJu’s having a lovely garden stroll~~ @fieldsofvesuvia

#fieldsofvesuvia2020 #timmys-and-scribbles #julian #julianne #the arcana #fan apprentice

[wolfbatspace]

Pact Part 6

Ft. @jyuukichannart and @timmys-and-scribbles mcs

🥺

#the arcana #the arcana game #fan apprentice #the arcana fan apprentice #comic #asra x apprentice #the arcana asra #asra alnazar #the arcana fanart #asra the arcana #julith the apprentice #julianne the apprentice #the arcana muriel #the arcana julian #julian devorak #mermaid au #mermaid

[miki-draws]

Decided to take a break from drawing eryn by doodling other people’s cute apprentices! I would draw more but I ran out of steam haha! These are just some of the sweet babies I’ve seen floating around...

Everyone of these artists have such nice unique styles! so refreshing to see 💕 take a look at their work if you can!

In order left to right

RD - @wolfbatspace

Isha - @bastart13

Illain - @lazyvoyager

Julianne - @timmys-and-scribbles

Julith - @jyuukichannart

#im waiting with bated breath for the end if the rd mermay comic hehehe #isha is such a sweetheart i want to cry #illian is so cute and the reason i got into the arcana! #julianne is so funny with julian they make such a charming pair #julith is spunky! muriels got his hands full #the arcana #the arcana game #fan apprentices

[syaolaurant]

Decided to stop spamming Daerlynn for today and doodle some of my favorite artist’s apprentices. You guys are such a huge inspiration and all of your drawings lighten my mood everyday so thank you so much. Wish you’ll have good days and keep up the great work   (ง ื▿ ื)ว

From Vietnam with love !!! Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→  

Julianne belongs to: @timmys-and-scribbles

Mari belongs to: @cicadagirl

Nell belongs to: @greyhands

Valerie belongs to: @aaliyah-draws

Isha belongs to: @bastart13

Prentiss belongs to: @arcanaprentiss

Hope you guys like it :”D

#the arcana apprentice #fan apprentice #doodle the arcana #sorry for the quality I cannot do digital drawing ;A; #Aww my handwriting is so bad #the arcana #the arcana mc #the arcana game #nixhydra #julianne the apprentice #isha the apprentice #mari the apprentice #valerie the apprentice #nell the apprentice #apprentice prentiss

[aukanemin]

Like mallow blossoms under the summer dawn

Spring is so hard, dark and cold - I do not have enough light and movement, the snow has not melted yet and I feel that I am fading, the days are longer and longer and from their empty brightness I feel irritation, devoid of life and sense. 

Therefore, I so need something so gentle and soft, sophisticated and joyful, and it was a special, wonderful experience for me to make this drawing. Julianne is like the summer of the north - discreet, cool moments of light, and I feel like a snake that crawled out from under a stone.

I was in the special mood not only for something gentle, but also for something dear and familiar, and I hope that the flowers and outfits of the fields can add spring joy to @timmys-and-scribbles, too.  I love you nondescript, and you are a huge source of inspiration and strength for me - and I really hope it will be a small but pleasant surprise;з

#the arcana game #arcana #others ocs #apprentice #oc #julianne #she is so beautiful #im so scared to draw others oc #its like i could taint them #oh and #ukrainian #folk

[timmys-and-scribbles]

Y’know how I said Julianne was from the Vesuvian equivalent of Germany?? Likelihood is, that’s probably a tribe very similar to Lucio’s... 👀👀👀

Also I just wanted her to cosplay Morga because i love her

#the arcana game #the arcana fan apprentice #fan apprentice #apprentice #julianne #the arcana julianne #the arcana morga #morga #lucio's mom

[miosko-art]

Fuf! I am so glad that I finished this chapter, and I think you might like it and you will wait to continue)) Well, why did Julian hide under the table ... This is her little secret! / I will not say who it is, maybe she will not want ... /

#the arcana #The Arcana AU #the arcana other story #sirius #the arcana sirius #the arcana julian #the arcana julianne #my comic #comic #julian #julianne #gladiolus #the arcana gladiolus #fan comic #My Story

[bastart13]

I love drawing Julianne and Julian!

Everyone check out @timmys-and-scribbles because her art, apprentice, and Julian content is fantastic

#the arcana #the arcana game #fan apprentice #julian devorak #julian x apprentice #apprentice julianne #commission #art #i'm very happy with how julian's face turne out #and the lineart in general #though i do need to work on my colouring? i don't think it's *quite* right

[bitters-enthusiast]

phantoms ( a julian devorak fic )

okay @timmys-and-scribbles, this one’s for you B) i shortened it to make it less tenuous and more sweet. a bittersweet memory based fic <3

The office door closes with a squeak, Doctor Devorak leaning his back against the wood with a sigh. As he drags his forearm across his face, sweat beading at his forehead, the paperwork at his desk beckons him to come over and finish it. 

Yet another long, tenuous day, one full of dread and longing and sorrow. It was becoming impossible for him to maintain positivity, even in spite of his hopeful patients. This plague was stealing lives left and right, and it wasn’t going to be long until it took his own, either. Too many days has he spent nurturing and surveying the dying citizens of Vesuvia, and too many nights has he spent with his face buried in a pillow, incapable of bringing himself to rest because of the lives at stake. 

It wasn’t as if he were at this alone. Plenty of doctors had come to help, plenty of doctors had passed at the hands of the same illness. Plenty of family members, friends, enemies, lovers, wealthy and poor.. 

It was too hard to think about. If Julian allowed himself to think about it too hard, he wouldn’t be able to get anything done. So, with a groan, he pushes himself away from the door, and drags his feet toward his desk. Except, it’s hard to bring himself to work. Today especially had brought him to a head with his research and aid to the sick. He found a new symptom: fever and chills. 

Wiping sweat from his brow once more, he begins to pace back and forth, thoughts swirling through his head. If only he had more hours in the day, more time to spend with these people who he’s only gotten to meet at the hand of a fatal disease. It was too heartbreaking getting close to them, knowing it was next to impossible to save them. It didn’t hurt any less when those he knew were effected by it, either. It motivated him further, and up until a most recent death, he hadn’t felt loss so strongly within these people. If only he could have more time. 

More time. 

He was starting to warm up a little, as if the sweat weren’t a telling sign for the doctor. Removing his coat, he drapes it across the chair before his desk. His eyes scanned over his desk, dread looming over his nape. God, he didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to re-live the same day over and over. And at this point, that’s exactly what he was doing. 

The first paper on the stack was one about the maintenance of their workspace and just contracts and such for the city -- had to make sure they were being responsible and whatnot. Hard to be mindful of everything in times like these. 

Mindful. Right. A million things in mind at a million miles a minute. Knocking over his inkwell in pent up frustration, he breathes a loud sigh, allowing his head to droop over his desk, burying his hands in his matted hair. “This is all just... just so wrong. Why is nothing working? It has to be working. Why, why.... why isn’t it working.”

What is that smell?

The doctor lifted his head to look around the room, red sclera visible from a mile away. Was that the smell of... was that rose? It couldn’t be, he often only smelled of cleaning supplies and sweat -- now wasn’t an exception, either. 

Rose, rose and ... 

It smelled of a garden. A freshly rained upon garden. It smelled reminiscent, and a little too familiar. He was beginning to feel delusional. And a little more sick to the stomach.

“Stop. This is all wrong. I have to... I have to think. What on earth is going on here that I don’t know about. The cure... No. I can’t let it end here. I have to think, before I can’t anymore.”

And then, suddenly, as he tries to return to his work, a chill is sent straight down Julian’s back. As if he weren’t dripping in sweat and warm to the touch about a minute ago, he reached for his coat to put the garment back on.

Chills, and familiar smell. In theory, the doctor knew exactly what that meant. It didn’t mean that he accepted the idea. How silly, how pathetic, to think that one from the dead would come back for him, to keep him company, after everything. 

Trying to force a little bit of a smile for himself, he rubs at his eyes, and turns to face his pile of papers once more. 

For a moment, it’s no longer a feeling of dread that looms over his shoulder. It’s a feeling of ... loss? Of comfort? How could it be both? He felt like if he were to give into the idea, he was the only person in the room. How silly would it be to talk to a ghost for a moment? Shreds of hope were rare. 

“Julianne? Is that you?”

No, how silly of him to assume. As if thinking as much, he lets out a soft, somber sort of laugh. “Right, of course not. But.... is this... is this how you felt, Juli? This exhaustion, this determination, this fear...”

He feels a bit unsteady in the moment, talking to the air. But maybe it was a sense of closure he needed in order to focus harder and figure out what to do from here. If Julianne was capable of holding on, making it through until the very end, so could he. He felt comfort in knowing that that piece of her was left with him, a seedling of determination in his mind. Knowing that much could give him what he needed to continue. A cure was in close in sight, he could feel it. He just needed a boost of encouragement, otherworldly or not. 

Back to work. Now if only the Count’s determination could just lend a hand in giving them the rest of the resources they needed to keep up with everyone...

“That’s... that’s it!” As if in a state of shock, the doctor leaps to his feet, knocking over his chair in the process. The burst of energy seemingly came from nowhere, but he could only just get started. The fever wasn’t the only thing burning him up. “I’ve got it. I know now what to do.”

Reaching with haste for the door handle, his eyes beamed with passion and a desire to be better, to help with absolute certainty. He takes one last look toward his desk, a faint smile upon his face. “Thank you, Juli. Let’s tackle this one last problem together, shall we?”

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