"The very same. And he'd loathe me who I butchered mine, so I'm glad we've never crossed paths."
Yes, the deception is working... continue to believe him to be a responsible man. He loves it.
"I'm a private investigator, actually. More civil cases than criminal ones, but I do get a fair share of criminal cases too. Disappearances, murders, white collar crimes... you name it, I've probably worked it once." He wonders whether or not to mention the book and decides to go for it. "... I've written a novel too. One. I don't entirely plan on publishing another, but it was nice to do."
"It is about a detective. He's not solving a proper case so much as he's digging into the history of his family, trying to root out the eldritch in it and discover more about who he is."
He doesn't tell Richard that the novel's practically an autobiography. He hasn't told anyone. Why would he? They say write what you know indeed, which is why Claurant hasn't been itching to write a second novel. He's told his story. So long as nothing else major happens, he's content with that.
"So it's like a Lovecraftian noir? Very cool." Richard says with a smile, "I played an 8-bit horror video game last year that kind of had the same idea."
His plate practically licked clean he pushes the dish away from him and leans back a little in his seat.
"So how does it end? Does he go mad or does it have a slightly happier ending?"
"That's exactly the way to describe it, yes." And exactly how to describe his life. In between his work he weaves an adventure into the depths of magic and mayhem, into the abyss time and time again. It's left its scars, on his hands and in his mind, and Claurant runs his fingers over a few of them as he thinks.
"I went for a bit of both. It ends overall well enough, but the protagonist is forever scarred and it's obvious." Was he predicting his own fate? Perhaps. "My agent said the original ending was a touch too grim."
He inclines his head towards the empty plate, still wringing his hands about each other. "I can fetch seconds for you if you want."
Claurant chuckles with a swirl of his wine, taking a measured sip before he speaks. "Maybe later," he says, and for a split second he wonders if he should have gone there, even as a joke.
The feeling's gone near immediately. Claurant regretting things is one thing, Claurant regretting an overtly flirtatious comment is almost unheard of.
"Well, you've never told me what you do. We can't just talk about me all the time, can we?"
You underestimate Claurant's capacity to flirt with just about anyone.
"Isn't that technically a career? Freelancing?" Claurant says, wondering if he misinterpreted him. "Some people do that. Who am I to judge you, honestly?"
"Yeaaaah I think technically it's just called being a loser." He says with a snort, "Which is fine. I work in order to pay rent, not to feel fulfilled."
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Date: 2025-12-31 01:02 pm (UTC)Yes, the deception is working... continue to believe him to be a responsible man. He loves it.
"I'm a private investigator, actually. More civil cases than criminal ones, but I do get a fair share of criminal cases too. Disappearances, murders, white collar crimes... you name it, I've probably worked it once." He wonders whether or not to mention the book and decides to go for it. "... I've written a novel too. One. I don't entirely plan on publishing another, but it was nice to do."
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Date: 2026-01-02 04:49 am (UTC)"No shit, really? What's it about? A case?"
Don't they say to write what you know?
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Date: 2026-01-03 03:19 pm (UTC)He doesn't tell Richard that the novel's practically an autobiography. He hasn't told anyone. Why would he? They say write what you know indeed, which is why Claurant hasn't been itching to write a second novel. He's told his story. So long as nothing else major happens, he's content with that.
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Date: 2026-01-03 06:27 pm (UTC)His plate practically licked clean he pushes the dish away from him and leans back a little in his seat.
"So how does it end? Does he go mad or does it have a slightly happier ending?"
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Date: 2026-01-03 07:34 pm (UTC)"I went for a bit of both. It ends overall well enough, but the protagonist is forever scarred and it's obvious." Was he predicting his own fate? Perhaps. "My agent said the original ending was a touch too grim."
He inclines his head towards the empty plate, still wringing his hands about each other. "I can fetch seconds for you if you want."
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Date: 2026-01-06 06:51 am (UTC)"No thanks, any more and I'll have to unbutton my pants and you probably don't want to see that."
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Date: 2026-01-09 08:06 pm (UTC)The feeling's gone near immediately. Claurant regretting things is one thing, Claurant regretting an overtly flirtatious comment is almost unheard of.
"Well, you've never told me what you do. We can't just talk about me all the time, can we?"
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Date: 2026-01-10 03:45 am (UTC)"Do? You mean like career wise? Nothing." He says with a grimace, "I work shitty jobs when I have to."
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Date: 2026-01-10 10:42 pm (UTC)"Isn't that technically a career? Freelancing?" Claurant says, wondering if he misinterpreted him. "Some people do that. Who am I to judge you, honestly?"
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Date: 2026-01-11 06:33 pm (UTC)