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Then I suppose you will just have to make me breakfast.
[Well-played. She scoots her legs around, taking his hand as she hops down out of the car, and doesn't let it go once her feet are back on the ground.]
Though I should warn you, you aren't going to like the idea.
[Well-played. She scoots her legs around, taking his hand as she hops down out of the car, and doesn't let it go once her feet are back on the ground.]
Though I should warn you, you aren't going to like the idea.
Oh, I don't imagine I will.
[Hand in hand. Out the garage, through the corridor, past the purchased works of art that hang on the walls. (His father was an early adopted of the impressionists.)]
But you should tell me regardless, so that I might poke holes in the theory.
[Hand in hand. Out the garage, through the corridor, past the purchased works of art that hang on the walls. (His father was an early adopted of the impressionists.)]
But you should tell me regardless, so that I might poke holes in the theory.
Well. The part you won't like is that we were talking about blood magic.
[She says it matter-of-factly, as she holds on to his hand and bumps her shoulder lightly against him, like this is everyday conversation worthy only of passing remark.]
I've never heard of doing magic the way that they were describing. But they said that instead of using magic just to operate the existing parts in the car, they animate the car itself. Which sounds like the same thing! But it turns out it's a little different, I think.
[She says it matter-of-factly, as she holds on to his hand and bumps her shoulder lightly against him, like this is everyday conversation worthy only of passing remark.]
I've never heard of doing magic the way that they were describing. But they said that instead of using magic just to operate the existing parts in the car, they animate the car itself. Which sounds like the same thing! But it turns out it's a little different, I think.
In the car?! The upholstery alone.....
[Not the point, Adrian. Not the fucking point.]
But no, it is a different concept. They're talking about using magic to power all the parts of the car that allow for it to function, rather than gasoline. Or steam. Or electricity.
[His father had a prototype or two of the last one...]
[Not the point, Adrian. Not the fucking point.]
But no, it is a different concept. They're talking about using magic to power all the parts of the car that allow for it to function, rather than gasoline. Or steam. Or electricity.
[His father had a prototype or two of the last one...]
Not on the seats! On the engine, I think. Or the hood? Well, anyway.
[She waves a dismissive hand, presumably at the very notion of getting blood all over the nice interior of the car.]
It sounded like making a golem, except instead of a golem, it's the car. And, well, instead of animating it with rituals like a golem, you...summon a demon into the the blood you marked it with and somehow it possesses the car. But in theory it was very interesting! And terrible.
[She waves a dismissive hand, presumably at the very notion of getting blood all over the nice interior of the car.]
It sounded like making a golem, except instead of a golem, it's the car. And, well, instead of animating it with rituals like a golem, you...summon a demon into the the blood you marked it with and somehow it possesses the car. But in theory it was very interesting! And terrible.
The engine would make more sense in context, but I still don't approve of the concept.
[The kitchen then. It is a bright and airy thing, windows everywhere, curtains fluttering in the breeze. Beautiful marble counters from the Italian mountains, the rest the technology of the age but so much more refined. As always, the coffee pot sits on the counter, and Alucard goes to it first.]
I mean, binding a demon to a car seems like a fast way to get into an accident. Excellent vengeance, but hardly an option for every day driving.
[The kitchen then. It is a bright and airy thing, windows everywhere, curtains fluttering in the breeze. Beautiful marble counters from the Italian mountains, the rest the technology of the age but so much more refined. As always, the coffee pot sits on the counter, and Alucard goes to it first.]
I mean, binding a demon to a car seems like a fast way to get into an accident. Excellent vengeance, but hardly an option for every day driving.
Yes, I was told that it is an important part of the process to find a demon you can intimidate properly.
[Hopefully he doesn't need his entire body in the process of making breakfast, because when he moves to the counter, Sypha does too, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist as she leans touch-hungry against the length of his back.]
The person I was talking to seemed to be awfully derisive of them.
[Hopefully he doesn't need his entire body in the process of making breakfast, because when he moves to the counter, Sypha does too, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist as she leans touch-hungry against the length of his back.]
The person I was talking to seemed to be awfully derisive of them.
Demons are hard to control at the best of times, and I will bet you your conversation companion was terribly, terribly drunk.
[Alucard has long since mastered the art of cooking with Sypha holding onto the back of him. Little steps, and making sure everything is within arm's reach. For coffee, it's the easiest thing in the world because there is a dedicated part of the countertops just for coffee. He takes the filter and puts it in the basket, adds the grinds, and he put the water in the pot last night.
The hard part is this one: inching to the stovetop without disturbing her terribly. Alucard is careful, and soon enough the coffee pot is where it ought to be, gas flame heating it from below.]
[Alucard has long since mastered the art of cooking with Sypha holding onto the back of him. Little steps, and making sure everything is within arm's reach. For coffee, it's the easiest thing in the world because there is a dedicated part of the countertops just for coffee. He takes the filter and puts it in the basket, adds the grinds, and he put the water in the pot last night.
The hard part is this one: inching to the stovetop without disturbing her terribly. Alucard is careful, and soon enough the coffee pot is where it ought to be, gas flame heating it from below.]
Oh, yes, he was absolutely zozzled, no doubt of that.
[At least she's not out to actively inhibit him; she shuffles along when he shuffles too, intent only on making his job tricky as opposed to outright impossible.]
But still very nice! And charming. He said if I ever got tired of going with you to please consider him first in line to be my next beau. But I wouldn't be too worried, because I heard him say that to three other guests besides me, too.
[At least she's not out to actively inhibit him; she shuffles along when he shuffles too, intent only on making his job tricky as opposed to outright impossible.]
But still very nice! And charming. He said if I ever got tired of going with you to please consider him first in line to be my next beau. But I wouldn't be too worried, because I heard him say that to three other guests besides me, too.
Anyone talking about demons in cars will always be that far gone.
[There's nothing left to do but let the peculator do it's thing. So in the mean time, Alucard backs up just enough so he can turn around in Sypha's arms, and moves them back over to the counter. Slowly.]
You didn't get a name, did you?
[Hm. Sypha's not at a good height right now for kissing properly, and too much time last night was spent focused on Trevor.
(Not too much time at all. There's a luxury in just watching the two, some evenings.)]
[There's nothing left to do but let the peculator do it's thing. So in the mean time, Alucard backs up just enough so he can turn around in Sypha's arms, and moves them back over to the counter. Slowly.]
You didn't get a name, did you?
[Hm. Sypha's not at a good height right now for kissing properly, and too much time last night was spent focused on Trevor.
(Not too much time at all. There's a luxury in just watching the two, some evenings.)]
I did, but I was told if I pronounced it aloud I would instantly burst into flame.
[The look on her face is a clear expression of what precisely she thinks about that. Fire. Really. Pfffft.]
He said I could call him Muffy for short, though!
[The look on her face is a clear expression of what precisely she thinks about that. Fire. Really. Pfffft.]
He said I could call him Muffy for short, though!
...Oh, probably some idiot thinking Mephistopheles is a unique name these days.
[Right. Time to just scoop Sypha up and plant her on the counter without any warning at all.]
[Right. Time to just scoop Sypha up and plant her on the counter without any warning at all.]
Hmm! No flames. Now I have to admit I am a little disappointed.
[Only about the lack of follow-through, though. She's not in the least bit disappointed with this turn of events, in part because she's well aware that getting put on the counter is a sign that kisses are going to be forthcoming, and in part because so often Alucard is picky about his kitchen countertops and the things that are put on them.
Fortunately, with her weight now supported by something other than her legs, she's free to hook them loosely around Alucard's waist, mostly to trap him in place.]
You're not going to menace him, are you?
[Only about the lack of follow-through, though. She's not in the least bit disappointed with this turn of events, in part because she's well aware that getting put on the counter is a sign that kisses are going to be forthcoming, and in part because so often Alucard is picky about his kitchen countertops and the things that are put on them.
Fortunately, with her weight now supported by something other than her legs, she's free to hook them loosely around Alucard's waist, mostly to trap him in place.]
You're not going to menace him, are you?
I'll bet you anything it's just some two bit human mage thinking he's clever and trying to worm his way into higher circles.
[This part of the countertop is perfectly safe, and it means that when Alucard grins up at Sypha, he's....actually looking up. Counters in the house did err towards the taller end of the spectrum, given his father's height.]
Of course not, that'd just be a waste of time.
[This part of the countertop is perfectly safe, and it means that when Alucard grins up at Sypha, he's....actually looking up. Counters in the house did err towards the taller end of the spectrum, given his father's height.]
Of course not, that'd just be a waste of time.
Oh, do you think so? Well, that's not nearly so much fun. I want to talk to the creatures of the night, the real ones; they have much different perspectives on magic.
[She grins right back, delighted.]
Hello.
[She grins right back, delighted.]
Hello.
The ones who aren't worth your time will always carry themselves in the same way. Overly assertive, demanding respect without ever truly having earned it. You learn to pick out the demeanor over time.
[Speaking of perspective. This is a nice one.]
Mm, much better. You have a terrible habit of making me terrified to turn the gas on, in case I elbow you in the face.
[Speaking of perspective. This is a nice one.]
Mm, much better. You have a terrible habit of making me terrified to turn the gas on, in case I elbow you in the face.
I have a tough face! I would be more worried for your elbow, I think.
[So boastful, Miss Belnades.]
Mmmm, so what demeanor do I have, then? Is it the kind worthy of time?
[So boastful, Miss Belnades.]
Mmmm, so what demeanor do I have, then? Is it the kind worthy of time?
Do you remember when I broke Trevor's wrist? Now stretch that guilt out for six weeks.
[Alucard, if nothing else, knows how he will react in certain situations.]
Hmmm. [There's a quite consideration as Alucard rests his hands on the top of Sypha's thighs. His bathrobe sleeves cover said hands, and perhaps it looks a little silly. From where he stands, he can press a very soft kiss to Sypha's chest.]
Self assured without being overbearing. Someone who knows her skills, will talk of them happily, and is open to new theories. Just enough arrogance because you know you stand taller than your peers.
[Alucard, if nothing else, knows how he will react in certain situations.]
Hmmm. [There's a quite consideration as Alucard rests his hands on the top of Sypha's thighs. His bathrobe sleeves cover said hands, and perhaps it looks a little silly. From where he stands, he can press a very soft kiss to Sypha's chest.]
Self assured without being overbearing. Someone who knows her skills, will talk of them happily, and is open to new theories. Just enough arrogance because you know you stand taller than your peers.
Oh.
[If the coffee decides to be done now, at this precise moment, she is going to break the entire coffeepot into pieces. Fortunately, it has the good sense to carry on a little longer, which frees her to pull her shoulders back just slightly, arching her spine a touch in an almost-but-not-quite lean into the touch of his mouth.]
What a way to describe someone. It almost sounds as though you are in love with her.
[If the coffee decides to be done now, at this precise moment, she is going to break the entire coffeepot into pieces. Fortunately, it has the good sense to carry on a little longer, which frees her to pull her shoulders back just slightly, arching her spine a touch in an almost-but-not-quite lean into the touch of his mouth.]
What a way to describe someone. It almost sounds as though you are in love with her.
Oh, but I am.
[The water has to boil first, and then the coffee must simmer for a full seven minutes. There is time enough for indulgence, and Alucard kisses the same spot again.]
And it has never been a secret.
[The water has to boil first, and then the coffee must simmer for a full seven minutes. There is time enough for indulgence, and Alucard kisses the same spot again.]
And it has never been a secret.
Mmm, you sound very happy about it.
[She says, as she picks up a hand and strokes it through his hair, raking the strands back and around to where her hand settles at the nape of his neck and holds there.]
And does she love you, too?
[She says, as she picks up a hand and strokes it through his hair, raking the strands back and around to where her hand settles at the nape of his neck and holds there.]
And does she love you, too?
I think, but I'd need to ask to be sure.
[Which means he nudges Sypha so very gently with his nose, and looks up at her with a grin that's both terribly fond and the tiniest bit cocksure, because he actually is aware of the answer.]
Does she?
[Which means he nudges Sypha so very gently with his nose, and looks up at her with a grin that's both terribly fond and the tiniest bit cocksure, because he actually is aware of the answer.]
Does she?
[She makes him wait, of course. Just to be difficult about it, and to drag it out a little longer when of course they both already know the answer.]
With abandon.
[And she grins right back, reaching with her unoccupied hand to flick the tip of his nose.]
Desperately. Madly. Recklessly. And with every breath.
With abandon.
[And she grins right back, reaching with her unoccupied hand to flick the tip of his nose.]
Desperately. Madly. Recklessly. And with every breath.
[The best part of this angle is that if Alucard wants to kiss Sypha on the lips, he has to stand on tip toes. Which he does without question, because there are mornings where this doesn't happen. Grumpier ones, or ones that involve someone's hangover, or mornings where there's too much to do.
Sure, he's absolutely going to taste like last night's entire buffet (so much blood sausage), but that's the risk with morning kisses.]
Sure, he's absolutely going to taste like last night's entire buffet (so much blood sausage), but that's the risk with morning kisses.]
Oooh, you didn't brush your teeth this morning...
[Like it's going to stop her from reaching for another kiss while he's close at hand, though, because the standing on tiptoes is actually very charming a look on Alucard, and she in turn likes the experience of leaning down to reward him with them.]
Hmm. I suppose poor Muffy will have to go on being disappointed. I'm not nearly tired of going with you yet.
[Like it's going to stop her from reaching for another kiss while he's close at hand, though, because the standing on tiptoes is actually very charming a look on Alucard, and she in turn likes the experience of leaning down to reward him with them.]
Hmm. I suppose poor Muffy will have to go on being disappointed. I'm not nearly tired of going with you yet.
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