[Alucard knows he isn't the one to do it either. He's come to appreciate the simple joy of not having the past hanging overhead, a lack of prophecy, no reputation except for the one he's built by actions here. He's no patricide, he's not The Alucard, he isn't Dracula's son. He doesn't have to worry about the past of a world here except for when he chooses to. It is selfish, and he's stopped caring about that fact. If Thancred wants to take up the task, or knows others who might wish to do so, they're welcome.
He nods slightly at that shock. It is nice, having someone read a gesture for the little bit of trust it conveys.]
And far be it from me to leave someone in the rain while making a drink for them.
[Inside, kitchen is well stocked, a fire already going to fuel the oven. He reaches for a percolator style coffee maker, and the ritual of putting the filter and grinds in suggests that this is a gentle routine for him, like others have with tea. There's an exacting order in the kitchen, and a few sprigs of rosemary in a jar placed in the center of the table, both floral decoration and practical item.
There's a vague gesture from the dhampir for Thancred to sit wherever he likes. The kitchen may well be the only room in the cabin, save a small corridor that suggests a bathroom and a small bedroom somewhere.]
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[Alucard knows he isn't the one to do it either. He's come to appreciate the simple joy of not having the past hanging overhead, a lack of prophecy, no reputation except for the one he's built by actions here. He's no patricide, he's not The Alucard, he isn't Dracula's son. He doesn't have to worry about the past of a world here except for when he chooses to. It is selfish, and he's stopped caring about that fact. If Thancred wants to take up the task, or knows others who might wish to do so, they're welcome.
He nods slightly at that shock. It is nice, having someone read a gesture for the little bit of trust it conveys.]
And far be it from me to leave someone in the rain while making a drink for them.
[Inside, kitchen is well stocked, a fire already going to fuel the oven. He reaches for a percolator style coffee maker, and the ritual of putting the filter and grinds in suggests that this is a gentle routine for him, like others have with tea. There's an exacting order in the kitchen, and a few sprigs of rosemary in a jar placed in the center of the table, both floral decoration and practical item.
There's a vague gesture from the dhampir for Thancred to sit wherever he likes. The kitchen may well be the only room in the cabin, save a small corridor that suggests a bathroom and a small bedroom somewhere.]