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Антонин Долохов [A. Dolohov] (walprgisknight) wrote in afreshrpg,

Jules & Antonin. RIP JULES.
Gardens were a natural place for Antonin to gravitate to. As a man with a distinct interest in gardening, it was indeed relaxing to be amongst the plants he most understood. Roses in particular were his favorite, followed by hibiscus. There was a natural, elegant beauty to them that he adored. But that aside, the air was fresh compared to the stuffiness of the halls for the fundraiser, and the company outside more quiet and peaceful away from the gossip.

Antonin approached the stairs leading down into the gardens, but paused midway as his dark eyes passed over a woman in black, appraising her silently.

"Good evening," he said, approaching her. "You are well?" It was a poor sight indeed to see a woman alone, especially one so elegant. And it was dangerous.