[No more dicks, no more cacti, fine. Just pierogi now, and they'll have legs. That feels like a fair compromise all things considered, and well.
This is not the caravan. Alucard knows why he was so drawn to that caravan now (he thought it was Speakers. Sypha. He wanted someone he knew, without any memories of anger to complicate the matter.) But what has sprouted in it's place is stunning.
The brightness and greenery are welcome indeed, but what catches him most is the smell of it all. A proper, working vineyard. Overturned earth, grasses, the faintest hint of horse (not Roach), all of it is.
While not all the tension in Alucard is gone, some of it is lifted. Sitting isn't anything he's interested in right now. His eyes are trying to pick a direction to gaze in, drinking the whole of the scenery in.]
Rarely I've wanted someone's domain to manifest into reality. [There's a little bit of awe in such a simple, breathless declaration.]
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This is not the caravan. Alucard knows why he was so drawn to that caravan now (he thought it was Speakers. Sypha. He wanted someone he knew, without any memories of anger to complicate the matter.) But what has sprouted in it's place is stunning.
The brightness and greenery are welcome indeed, but what catches him most is the smell of it all. A proper, working vineyard. Overturned earth, grasses, the faintest hint of horse (not Roach), all of it is.
While not all the tension in Alucard is gone, some of it is lifted. Sitting isn't anything he's interested in right now. His eyes are trying to pick a direction to gaze in, drinking the whole of the scenery in.]
Rarely I've wanted someone's domain to manifest into reality. [There's a little bit of awe in such a simple, breathless declaration.]