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xavier delamere {the count of monte cristo} (whatbefell) wrote in bellumlogs,

“Good,” he said, mouth quirking slightly. “And don’t let the building stop you either. And an ‘anything” to that mantra and keep repeating it.” Did people belong in Bellum Letale? Xavier’s lips pressed together as he debated it. He couldn’t say – he hadn’t ever felt that he truly belonged in a place. With someone? Yes. Away from somewhere? Yes. But his childhood home had never satisfied him and even now, he knew that Harvard had not be the perfect place for him. He’d travelled the world and seen the greatest to the lowest things.

“I always wanted to live by the sea,” Xavier said, something bitter crossing his face. Taking a swig of his beer, he put it down on the floor. “But when I heard about this building, something beyond the convenience did tempt me.” Mainly the way the police turned a blind eye to the building. “The fables do make it suspicious.”