[ The castle is dark, and Leon moves from flameless, cold torch to torch, vanishing into nothing in the shadows between them. He simply does not exist where the light does not touch, and has not in centuries. Has not, save for on that one night every seven years.
He knows the castle, no matter how little it cares for him. It is the angry, twisted child of one that he fought through centuries ago, new wonders fashioned from old parts. He follows the path that it gives him, requesting only a candle from it, so that he not vanish entirely.
(He relieves it, the candlestick is on a table a little further down the hallway. But it is offered grudgingly, the candlestick a beaten, tarnished thing that the castle seems to have pulled out from the darkest parts of itself just to offer the greatest insult that it can, and the candle burned so low already that his meeting with Dracula will not be a long one without an additional form of light. The castle wants him gone as soon as possible.)
He bows when he enters the room, moving to his own seat and placing the candle upon the table to illuminate him. Next to it, he places the small box. ]
I understand that my children have been hunting in your nights without your leave. [ He does not recognise territory in terms of geography anymore, only in terms of time. Wallachia means nothing to him, but sunset does. It was night, and not the night of all hallows, and so it was Dracula's territory. ] I imagine that you wish to discuss with me how this might be made right.
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He knows the castle, no matter how little it cares for him. It is the angry, twisted child of one that he fought through centuries ago, new wonders fashioned from old parts. He follows the path that it gives him, requesting only a candle from it, so that he not vanish entirely.
(He relieves it, the candlestick is on a table a little further down the hallway. But it is offered grudgingly, the candlestick a beaten, tarnished thing that the castle seems to have pulled out from the darkest parts of itself just to offer the greatest insult that it can, and the candle burned so low already that his meeting with Dracula will not be a long one without an additional form of light. The castle wants him gone as soon as possible.)
He bows when he enters the room, moving to his own seat and placing the candle upon the table to illuminate him. Next to it, he places the small box. ]
I understand that my children have been hunting in your nights without your leave. [ He does not recognise territory in terms of geography anymore, only in terms of time. Wallachia means nothing to him, but sunset does. It was night, and not the night of all hallows, and so it was Dracula's territory. ] I imagine that you wish to discuss with me how this might be made right.