This would, admittedly, go faster if Jaskier was here.
[It is a silly thing, planting spring bulbs along one of the side paths of the graveyard when one’s friend practically overruns with plant magic. But there is something that feels right about getting on one’s hands and knees to do some gardening work and doing it for the dead. Alucard’s noticed that western side of the graveyard gets fewer visitors. It feels right to make it look nicer, if only for the dead there.
He exhales, reaching for a pot full of bulbs that will blossom in the spring and under the unique conditions that Jaskier has created. For a graveyard in a desert climate, the burial grounds are lush and green, only just starting to fade with the oncoming autumn.
After a time, he rises to his feet, work done for the day. Walks the paths, aware that the dark grows nearer and there is no natural lighting in the graveyard itself. Anyone still straggling is given a clearing of his throat before being asked:] Do you need directions before they close the gates?
In front of Old Public Hall
[Cooler evenings bring out more people.
Alucard knows this to be true, because he is not the only person that sits along the entrance of the Hall when the light begins to fade, watching people gather. Some are attending whatever is being held in the Hall itself, others are heading home or to dinner or to just go drink. Small children always tug adults over towards the statue that Viktor and Jayce put up, and there is always some wonder in their eyes.
There’s a familiar rhythm to it all, and as Alucard leans back a little in his seat, the smile on his face stays.
Lingering feels a little obnoxious after a while, but he stays until dark truly settles in. Then he stands, sometimes walking off immediately and others noticing a familiar face, which is an excuse to stay.]
Cadens | OTA
This would, admittedly, go faster if Jaskier was here.
[It is a silly thing, planting spring bulbs along one of the side paths of the graveyard when one’s friend practically overruns with plant magic. But there is something that feels right about getting on one’s hands and knees to do some gardening work and doing it for the dead. Alucard’s noticed that western side of the graveyard gets fewer visitors. It feels right to make it look nicer, if only for the dead there.
He exhales, reaching for a pot full of bulbs that will blossom in the spring and under the unique conditions that Jaskier has created. For a graveyard in a desert climate, the burial grounds are lush and green, only just starting to fade with the oncoming autumn.
After a time, he rises to his feet, work done for the day. Walks the paths, aware that the dark grows nearer and there is no natural lighting in the graveyard itself. Anyone still straggling is given a clearing of his throat before being asked:] Do you need directions before they close the gates?
In front of Old Public Hall
[Cooler evenings bring out more people.
Alucard knows this to be true, because he is not the only person that sits along the entrance of the Hall when the light begins to fade, watching people gather. Some are attending whatever is being held in the Hall itself, others are heading home or to dinner or to just go drink. Small children always tug adults over towards the statue that Viktor and Jayce put up, and there is always some wonder in their eyes.
There’s a familiar rhythm to it all, and as Alucard leans back a little in his seat, the smile on his face stays.
Lingering feels a little obnoxious after a while, but he stays until dark truly settles in. Then he stands, sometimes walking off immediately and others noticing a familiar face, which is an excuse to stay.]