[The warmth prompts Alucard to shed his gloves along with his coat, and they're stored in the packs soon enough. It is deeply strange to be in the full swell of summer, and it just gets stranger as the magic pushes and pulls against them all.
His head is not full of joy at the potential for fresh food in the dead of winter. It is heavier, the knowledge of who is responsible for this weighing thoughts down. There's such a contrast of this warmth to the castle, which has always loomed and menaced and been just so very much a presence in his life.
The smoke is strange. The barking is stranger. The horses just set Alucard's face into a frown. He expected there to be quiet here. A place with no life, just left to it's spot in the frozen time stream.
At Trevor's comment, there's a thin smile with a hint of fang.]
I feel like I ought to thank you for the compliment.
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His head is not full of joy at the potential for fresh food in the dead of winter. It is heavier, the knowledge of who is responsible for this weighing thoughts down. There's such a contrast of this warmth to the castle, which has always loomed and menaced and been just so very much a presence in his life.
The smoke is strange. The barking is stranger. The horses just set Alucard's face into a frown. He expected there to be quiet here. A place with no life, just left to it's spot in the frozen time stream.
At Trevor's comment, there's a thin smile with a hint of fang.]
I feel like I ought to thank you for the compliment.