[Look, Jaskier is a summer sort of man. This is dark and dreary for him, but... it's perfectly suitable for Alucard, too.
He blinks, staring down the path. For some reason, he can't help but imagine the horses are just going to keep running until they've arrived back here. Is there a joy in going that fast? A horse must enjoy it. Certainly those ones needn't suffer from being prey.
Jaskier turns back to his friend, moving to his side perhaps a little closer than normal. Nothing against him, but he would very much like to not get lost in vampire woods. It doesn't surprise him that Alucard has specifically designed this place to keep himself alone, yet his heart is heavier for him all the same.]
Cozy, isn't it? [Is his comment as they come upon the hut. And the very opposite of a moving castle, a difference so obvious it can be nothing but deliberate. To Alucard's credit, the inside is quite cozy, the kitchen a clear focus. He stares at it all, at least half of it unfamiliar.
It's quaint. A vampire with a penchant for cooking. Perhaps Jaskier is really still throttling through the air, his head shaken. It feels like it.] Ah. I do adore brie. Do you have something with a note of fruit? Cherries, perhaps?
[Certainly it's all expensive and rare, but that's the glory of this place. He could provide his own food, his own wine, but he's far more curious what Alucard will choose given the chance.]
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He blinks, staring down the path. For some reason, he can't help but imagine the horses are just going to keep running until they've arrived back here. Is there a joy in going that fast? A horse must enjoy it. Certainly those ones needn't suffer from being prey.
Jaskier turns back to his friend, moving to his side perhaps a little closer than normal. Nothing against him, but he would very much like to not get lost in vampire woods. It doesn't surprise him that Alucard has specifically designed this place to keep himself alone, yet his heart is heavier for him all the same.]
Cozy, isn't it? [Is his comment as they come upon the hut. And the very opposite of a moving castle, a difference so obvious it can be nothing but deliberate. To Alucard's credit, the inside is quite cozy, the kitchen a clear focus. He stares at it all, at least half of it unfamiliar.
It's quaint. A vampire with a penchant for cooking. Perhaps Jaskier is really still throttling through the air, his head shaken. It feels like it.] Ah. I do adore brie. Do you have something with a note of fruit? Cherries, perhaps?
[Certainly it's all expensive and rare, but that's the glory of this place. He could provide his own food, his own wine, but he's far more curious what Alucard will choose given the chance.]