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[cryptsleeper]

Character(s): Alucard + Open
Status: Open
Location(s): Krimnos, the old homestead in the mountains
Date(s) June 1 to 17 (pre-Sirens)
About: General catch all log
Warnings: To be added




KRIMNOS
[The start of the month sees Alucard in Krimnos proper again, well aware that traveling between the city and home may grow dicey because of the rains. It is for that reason that he spends the first two days of June there, stocking up not only on staples for home, but taking advantage of whatever fresher options the market now offers (there is asparagus and peas and the first delicate herbs of summer, strawberries starting to trickle in). They'll endure long enough to make it home. Some will be pickled (that's the asparagus), other things inhaled as quickly as possible.

When not walking through the market laden with goods, dressed in his version of comfortable summer clothing (the other two don't know he bought a hat), Alucard's presence is among the inventors. He knows that Christine's book is still in progress, but there are other things he has heard tell of lately and this may be the only time he is in Krimnos for the month.

ON THE ROAD
[On the road between home and Krimnos, Alucard is all too keenly aware of the world around him. There is, of course, the little hamlet that marks the half-way point between home and the city, and he rests there between his trips. Tonight, there is only light rain, the kind that allows for establishments to still have their patios open, so long as there is a spell to ward off the rain.

He's sat towards the edge of one such spot, eyes focused skyward.]

This won't hold for every long.


HOME
[Home is still a crumbling castle, whose remaining spire still reaches up towards the heavens. It is aged, but there is now more than the lock on the door that shows that this place is lived in now. While rain thunders down, there are now lights in the castle's windows, and within, a dhampir, a goliath, and a tiefling.

It is a week into the rainy season that the dhampir stands at the front door of the castle, looking at the rising waters. There are great puddles along the path that leads up to the castle itself, and they're growing a little too steadily.]

Mm. I don't know how well the castle's drain system works these days.

Comments

[cryptsleeper]

I could try a few things out and let you pick what you like and what works best with the spells.

[Alucard grew up with parents who were nothing if not openly and overly affectionate with each other. Some of his own desire for closeness is built out of need, along with an awareness that he expresses himself best through actions, but also simply modeling what he grew up understanding the core of a relationship to be.

It's not a surprise then that he presses a kiss to the tip of her nearest horn.]

You're right on both accounts.

[idonoevil]

[ It's a well-known fact that tieflings have sensitive horns--she shivers just a bit at the kiss as it sends a pleasant tingle down her spine. Lifting her head, she kisses his cheek in turn, then his lips. ]

Perhaps we should table the discussion of the ex libris for now... Adrian.

[cryptsleeper]

[There's a soft, besotted smile that comes with that first kiss, and it stays there as Sypha puts the second on his lips. He doesn't blush, not this time, but he reaches his hand over, seeking hers.]

Perhaps.

[His eyes go over to the window in the corner, where the rain continues to come pouring down.]

It is rather atmospheric today, isn't it?

[idonoevil]

It is. I enjoy the sound of the rain, don't you?

[ Her eyes follow his to the window, and her head cants slightly. ]

We have some cushions, don't we?

[cryptsleeper]

We do, although I suspect some of them may be covered in wolf hair.

[Alucard pauses, then clocks onto what Sypha's really suggesting.]

Let me go get them.

[idonoevil]

[ She grins and stands, pulling him to his feet so he can go fetch the cushions while she goes to make sure the window nook is free of any dust or cobwebs, fur or feathers.

It's properly tidy by the time he gets back, so she helps him arrange the pillows, her tail swishing to and fro. Mistral vacates the room with a chirp, having learned that there are times when the people want to be alone. ]

This is cozy, isn't it?

[cryptsleeper]

[The cushions are, in fact, covered with wolf hair. Alucard's brushed it off as very best he can, and when he returns it's a small wonder how perfect the whole place seems. Window nook with cushions. Fire in the fireplace, because the rain comes with a chill today. The constant sound of rain over the castle, and the safety that being inside offers.

He smiles as they arrange things together, and once it's done, all he can do is settle down first so Sypha can use him as a chair.]

It's almost stereotypically cozy.

[idonoevil]

There is nothing wrong with that sort of stereotype, at least.

[ Once he's comfortable, Sypha climbs in after him and curls up against his chest, careful of her horns as she always is. The rain patters against the glass panes of the window, making a soft, lulling noise.

Her hand seeks his out, and their fingers twine together. She kisses him again, this time at the corner of his jaw. ]

Besides, we deserve a bit of comfort.