[His eyes are still. He watches Dean go without interruption, because that is, if not the right thing to do, the thing that he feels must be done in this moment.]
[His understanding of his own emotions are, in general and in this moment, basic. He is sad. He is frustrated. He is tired. He is homesick. But he is also rested and well-fed, and he has a plan. For once he gets home, at least, he has a plan.]
[He can . . .]
[For now, he can - what?]
[Awesome is not the word. No one here is awed. He knew, Dean knew, Ned knew that this would happen, although admittedly he knew later than they did. The word is struck. They are struck, still, dumb.]
[He stands for some period of time, leaning his head against the bookshelf. When he begins to move again, it's slowly, glacially - as he is wont - until the momentum he's built up is unstoppable.]
[It all starts in the eyes, which latch on to the necklace. The amulet. He doesn't know everything about it, but he knows enough.]
[When Dean returns, the cord will be knotted securely, the amulet itself unmoved from the place on the grain it rested originally. Impossible to say one way or another whether it was tied by hand or by magic, or if it was tied from the start and its dissolution was illusory.]
[The marquis de Carabas stands against the bookshelf. Has been standing against the bookshelf for hours, in the same exact spot.]
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[His eyes are still. He watches Dean go without interruption, because that is, if not the right thing to do, the thing that he feels must be done in this moment.]
[His understanding of his own emotions are, in general and in this moment, basic. He is sad. He is frustrated. He is tired. He is homesick. But he is also rested and well-fed, and he has a plan. For once he gets home, at least, he has a plan.]
[He can . . .]
[For now, he can - what?]
[Awesome is not the word. No one here is awed. He knew, Dean knew, Ned knew that this would happen, although admittedly he knew later than they did. The word is struck. They are struck, still, dumb.]
[He stands for some period of time, leaning his head against the bookshelf. When he begins to move again, it's slowly, glacially - as he is wont - until the momentum he's built up is unstoppable.]
[It all starts in the eyes, which latch on to the necklace. The amulet. He doesn't know everything about it, but he knows enough.]
[When Dean returns, the cord will be knotted securely, the amulet itself unmoved from the place on the grain it rested originally. Impossible to say one way or another whether it was tied by hand or by magic, or if it was tied from the start and its dissolution was illusory.]
[The marquis de Carabas stands against the bookshelf. Has been standing against the bookshelf for hours, in the same exact spot.]