Demetrius {Inigo, Lancelot, Uwe} smelled a little like moist earth and a little like the city and a little like formaldehyde.
It was the strangest mixture between natural and unnatural. Dirt and rain from the cemetery Frederick had spent so long in. Car exhaust and cigarette smoke from the dark city streets he wandered through at night. Preservatives provided by Worth to cease his decaying process.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't lavender or roses, but it was Odin. Hanna would still press his nose into Mikhail's shirt on laundry-day, breathing in the heady, familiar scent. It was better than flowers.
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