Mm, I think you knocked him out for most of the morning.
[His slippers make no noise on the garage floor, and it's an easy enough thing to walk over to the driver's side of the car. He never rolled the window back up after last night (he knows he drove the three of them home), so it's the easiest thing in the world to put his forearm there, and to lean his head in for this discussion.]
I meant did you sleep for more than two or three hours. You do not rise so early most days.
[Now that's a fair point; it's rare to unheard-of that she be the first one out of bed, after all, but here she is. And here he is, leaning up by the window to see her, which coincidentally also puts him at the perfect height for her to lean over and press a kiss to his cheek.]
I think I'm just too excited to sleep much. I was talking last night to someone about magical theory, and I keep thinking of everything we discussed. It makes it hard to settle down! So after I fell asleep and woke up a few times, I decided to just get up.
[That kiss gets a soft little hum of contentment. It's a nice thing to have in the morning, since usually it doesn't happen until he has made coffee and the other two have chugged an entire pot of it for themselves. (Alucard uses a peculator for theirs, and a press of his father's invention for his own. He needs strictly less, and it is easier than having to wait for the pot on the stove to go again.)]
...I'll assume that it's theory related to travel, since you're sitting here in the car?
[He grins up at her, and there's that terrible nerdy as fuck tone to it that means he really is. That nothing would make him happier.]
But I don't believe in that kind of discussion on an empty stomach either.
[Alucard is smart enough to realize that he is leaning on the door, so he stops doing that. Opens it for her too, and is gentleman enough to offer his hand to help her out.
There's been a lot of theory lately. It's given him a thought on what to do with the extra space in the garage.]
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.
[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.
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.
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.
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.
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.]
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.
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.)]
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.]
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.]
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.
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.
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.
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[It's probably the easiest question to ask. Easier because it isn't have you been pouring magic into the gas tank?
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[Tossing her head with pride would work better if she actually had hair long enough to make it suitably dramatic, but she does her best anyway.]
But now you're up! We should go for a drive this morning, once Trevor is awake.
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[His slippers make no noise on the garage floor, and it's an easy enough thing to walk over to the driver's side of the car. He never rolled the window back up after last night (he knows he drove the three of them home), so it's the easiest thing in the world to put his forearm there, and to lean his head in for this discussion.]
I meant did you sleep for more than two or three hours. You do not rise so early most days.
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[Now that's a fair point; it's rare to unheard-of that she be the first one out of bed, after all, but here she is. And here he is, leaning up by the window to see her, which coincidentally also puts him at the perfect height for her to lean over and press a kiss to his cheek.]
I think I'm just too excited to sleep much. I was talking last night to someone about magical theory, and I keep thinking of everything we discussed. It makes it hard to settle down! So after I fell asleep and woke up a few times, I decided to just get up.
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[That kiss gets a soft little hum of contentment. It's a nice thing to have in the morning, since usually it doesn't happen until he has made coffee and the other two have chugged an entire pot of it for themselves. (Alucard uses a peculator for theirs, and a press of his father's invention for his own. He needs strictly less, and it is easier than having to wait for the pot on the stove to go again.)]
...I'll assume that it's theory related to travel, since you're sitting here in the car?
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[Translation: it absolutely is. Still, the fact that she follows up quickly is probably just as telling.]
I didn't do anything to the car. And wasn't going to! I was just thinking.
[SHE'S GOOD, SHE PROMISES.]
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[He grins up at her, and there's that terrible nerdy as fuck tone to it that means he really is. That nothing would make him happier.]
But I don't believe in that kind of discussion on an empty stomach either.
[Alucard is smart enough to realize that he is leaning on the door, so he stops doing that. Opens it for her too, and is gentleman enough to offer his hand to help her out.
There's been a lot of theory lately. It's given him a thought on what to do with the extra space in the garage.]
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.
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[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...]
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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.)]
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[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!
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[Right. Time to just scoop Sypha up and plant her on the counter without any warning at all.]
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[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?
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[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.
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[She grins right back, delighted.]
Hello.
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[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.
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[So boastful, Miss Belnades.]
Mmmm, so what demeanor do I have, then? Is it the kind worthy of time?
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[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.
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