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Arthie Casimir couldn’t be bothered. By the cold, by the dark, by the vampires. Business never stopped.
My favorite characteristic in FMC
It was far more flesh than Arthie was accustomed to seeing from members of high society. Jin coughed, throwing out a word in the midst of it. “Ogling.” She was not. “Matteo Andoni,” said Arthie, ignoring Jin. He had the fine aristocratic features unique to the neighboring country of Velance, making him as much an immigrant as she and Jin, but without the struggle. “Arthie Casimir.” He matched her slow drawl.
Besides, she had no reason to fix a country that wasn’t hers.
Arthie is such a mood
“How did you find such confidence?” he asked. “Finding it suggests I had no part in its making.” When she had. She’d fed it into her veins, nurtured it from stilted first steps to a wizened stalk.
Flick knew her mother’s love had been real. What she hadn’t known was that parents could stop loving their children and tire of them the way someone tired of a pair of shoes.
