[No more dick commentary! Or he's gonna start assuming Alucard has a thing for him. (Barring the idea he doesn't already think it, which he thinks about everyone. Alucard is only. Better at hiding it. Clearly.
Though maybe not as much after this... newly unlocked backstory.)]
Gods, stop. No more cacti! Ever! I've sworn off cacti. There's only going to be flowers and the occasional vegetable. Which cacti are not. [And he does, in fact, fill the void as they find a peaceful place to slip into the Horizon with, er, continued assurance he's done with cacti. The big ones. He still likes the round ones.
As he pulls Alucard along with him, they step into his domain: a perfect sunny day, gentle breeze, the grape leaves crafting a perfect, soft shuffle with their movements. The grapes are supple and firm, a bright shade of purple. The trellises have been cleaned of weeds and dead leaves, though there's still the natural occurrence of a few caterpillars munching on them. He makes sure Moglad is elsewhere, figuring Alucard would not appreciate his company, though his bonded, decorated horses graze nearby, one reaching up to pull an apple from a tree. Hector's bird remains perched upon the tool shed that holds all the bits and bobs for manual care of the grapes, as well as a wine cellar underneath.
It's quiet and open. And luckily, a pair of comfortable chairs and a table are waiting for them, nearly like the first time.] Well? What do you think?
you got me there
Though maybe not as much after this... newly unlocked backstory.)]
Gods, stop. No more cacti! Ever! I've sworn off cacti. There's only going to be flowers and the occasional vegetable. Which cacti are not. [And he does, in fact, fill the void as they find a peaceful place to slip into the Horizon with, er, continued assurance he's done with cacti. The big ones. He still likes the round ones.
As he pulls Alucard along with him, they step into his domain: a perfect sunny day, gentle breeze, the grape leaves crafting a perfect, soft shuffle with their movements. The grapes are supple and firm, a bright shade of purple. The trellises have been cleaned of weeds and dead leaves, though there's still the natural occurrence of a few caterpillars munching on them. He makes sure Moglad is elsewhere, figuring Alucard would not appreciate his company, though his bonded, decorated horses graze nearby, one reaching up to pull an apple from a tree. Hector's bird remains perched upon the tool shed that holds all the bits and bobs for manual care of the grapes, as well as a wine cellar underneath.
It's quiet and open. And luckily, a pair of comfortable chairs and a table are waiting for them, nearly like the first time.] Well? What do you think?