He couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought of Lovecraftian decor. Truth be told, Celsus wouldn't have minded so much, but he did think anything less than the bright, beautiful, warm colors of the Wonder would be better suited elsewhere; he much preferred things inviting, and something told him that anything notable as Lovecraftian decor would not be.
"Ah," he said, and the smile on Celsus's face softened a little. He lifted a hand and pointed a finger at his own head, brushing the red hair.
"My ancestor recently gave me them. I'm still...they're not quite all there yet, I'm afraid, it's an ongoing process. He transferred all of the memories within himself to me, and then I returned his soul to the Cauldron. Or rather, " Celsus corrected himself, "He returned himself home. It was...very hard, but I am glad for it."
It had been almost five years since he had first met Aurelius and only a few months since he had gone. Already Celsus missed his presence, his guidance, his patience. There was no one else he could speak to that would have the knowledge and care that Aurelius had had; no one else that would understand, truly, as well as he had. It was a difficult adjustment to make.
He did, however, brighten up a little at the mention of pictures. "Yes, there is, now that you mention it. Would you care to join me in another room? I'll lead the way, of course."
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