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[cryptsleeper]

Who: Alucard and Hilda
When: First half of July
Where: Old Public Hall, after hours
What: Discussing home spheres
Warnings: See thread markers

>[Old Public Hall will always have a sense of home for Alucard.  It was the second major project he threw himself into when he came to the Free Cities, and it took well over a year of his life.  The need to have a project helped center him, and the progress on the building was something the dhampir could settle against.  It was easier to be human shaped with a project, with a need to finish something, and somehow everything else fell into place around the Hall.

It is why he's so comfortable now, comfortable in one of the chairs that occupies what is now Hilda's office.  It feels homier somehow.  Lived in, in a way he could never make it feel himself.  There's a creative energy in it that is markedly different than the architect's need, all precision and properness.  Now it's about keeping things running, but also about creating, and enabling others to do the same.

He lets out a little huff, eyes going over to Hilda's.  How long have they been talking nonsense this evening?]

--Ah, I still owe you an explanation about the nervousness remark I made back in the Feywilds, don't I?

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[theidlemaiden]

[ Homier is certainly one word for it. In reality, Hilda's essence had practically permeated most corners of the office, turning it into a vastly different space than Alucard's clean-cut office from before.

Opting to stick with the dark green wallpaper from before, she had accented it all with shades of pinks and white. In addition to the existing desk, she brought in plush velvet couches that surrounded a shiny lacquered coffee table to create a seating/collaboration area. The bookshelves were a little more bare, but had slowly been filling up with books. Everything from theatre management, Abraxian fairytales and plays, jewelry and gems, enchanting objects, and the odd book about costume design graced the spines of the books on display.

There's a chaotic, organized mess to it all, one that most wouldn't attribute to a small tiny thing like Hilda. Today is no exception. Clothing racks filled with costumes occupy the space, and the coffee table is overflowing with containers full of beads, gems, crystals and jewelry hardware. Her latest project it seems is stringing together crystals and beads for what looks like a half-painted corset that takes up most of the room of the table.

She looks up from her work, blinking a couple of times to bring her vision back into focus. The sun was just beginning to set outside but without looking at the clock she had no idea what time it was. ]

I mean, only if you want to. [ She tilts her head to the side, undeniably curious because she hadn't forgotten. ] I'm curious obviously, but it's only if you're comfortable enough telling me.

Later on in the month

[cryptsleeper]

So, your verdict?

[Alucard knew that it was a good dinner, even if it counted as low key by his standards. Pork loin roasted in a cast iron skillet with a pan sauce of peaches and basil, steamed zucchini with a simple vinaigrette, plus some of the mushroom stuffed pierogi that were in the freezer and needed to be used up. There was a blackberry mousse for desert waiting in the fridge that he had only alluded to thus far, and Alucard had gone with a light rosé - mostly to match Hilda's hair.

It's nice, using the kitchen in the second floor office he shares with Jaskier for something beyond feeding clients in the hopes of getting something out of it.

He leans his head on one hand, trying to project a face of careful curiosity and not fishing for compliments.]