[ OPEN/SOME CLOSED ] if I had to do it over, I'd do it all again

[cointosser]

Who: Jaskier, Ciri, Geralt, Yennefer, Alucard, and some open prompts
When: Mid-to-Late January
Where: Cadens and the Horizon
What: Jaskier wakes from a vivid, nasty dream to physical evidence that it was unfortunately very real. He spirals, but like, only a little bit. It mostly involves getting drunk and buying hats to cope.
Warnings: Mentions of bodily injury/torture, maybe PTSD, heavy drinking



[Will be throwing starters (including open ones) down below! You can hit me up at scathefire or #scathefire6612 if you'd like to plot anything or want an additional starter. Also, let me know if you'd like me to avoid S2 spoilers, because there will be a lot.]

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[cryptsleeper]

It'd be a worthy experiment, at least.

[But an oasis implies a new form of loneliness and that goes against the spirit of what they're both realizing is against their best interest.

Alucard never thought he'd be reliant on anyone for company again, but here he is. Jaskier's the primary source, and it was probably better they never really interacted in the early days of being in Thorne. Alucard knows he'd be an absolute shit had that happened.

Howling though. There's a nod, and the transformation happens again in one single, fluid motion. Nose becomes snout, long flowing hair becomes white fluff, and there's absolutely someone else who need to make a joke about how the bard keeps befriending white wolves.

As a matter of respect, the wolf moves away. This is about to become loud. Alucard throws his head back and:]

awwOOOO000000000000000000

[He only goes for a minute. Minute and a half. Enough to be heard, but not enough to draw too much attention to the fact that the wolf is awake in the cemetery.

Satisfied, he trots right back over and plonks his head on the bench beside Jaskier. Pets allowed but only from Jaskier.]

[cointosser]

[Some part of him doesn't believe it's that easy -- that Alucard will really turn on a whim. But he does. It's that effortless for him, and like he'd remembered, nothing like Nadine's transformation.

Perhaps hers would be so smooth one day. He hopes so, for her sake.

Jaskier puts his hands over his ears, just in case, once he notices Alucard giving him some space. It turns out to be a rather good idea, because the howl is loud, and it echoes against the tombstones, and it goes on rather long.

It's not exactly music. But it still brings a grin to his face, though hardly what he feels when the great white wolf comes up to him and all but plops his head beside him.

Is he really...?

Jaskier doesn't ask. He puts his hands between Alucard's ears and scratches, fur slightly rough, slightly soft. Again, he misses his wolf in the Horizon. How he had been completely dependable. There whenever Jaskier needed him.

To be fair, his friends are rather the same way.] Thank you, my friend.

[Alucard is sno different.]