[Alucard steps into the study, and the warm glow of nostalgia smacks him right in the face.
It isn't the same as home, of course. The decor isn't quite right, there were never any houseplants in Dracula's libraries, the blackboards did not exist. But the windows, the furniture, the smell of them both? That stirs up warmer memories.
He starts with the shelves, eyes glancing over the titles. One hand moves over the spines as Alucard moves. Leather, leather, vellum, leather.]
It's quite cozy. Is this what you'd be aiming for in reality?
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It isn't the same as home, of course. The decor isn't quite right, there were never any houseplants in Dracula's libraries, the blackboards did not exist. But the windows, the furniture, the smell of them both? That stirs up warmer memories.
He starts with the shelves, eyes glancing over the titles. One hand moves over the spines as Alucard moves. Leather, leather, vellum, leather.]
It's quite cozy. Is this what you'd be aiming for in reality?