[ With a shove, Alucard's wolf head slides to the floor, waking him. ]
Don't do the whining noise at me, my legs are just falling asleep. [ She says it preemptively, before he even has a chance to do the whining noise, as if this is a problem she has fairly often. Just usually with actual dogs. Juliet Belmont massages feeling back into her legs before stretching them out, wiggling them a little. ] You're the one who decided to be something heavy.
[ Her fingers sink into his fur, combing through it, flinching as they brush against skin. ]
God, you're still so cold. That's not normal, is it?
[ Did he answer, back then? Whether or not he did, she just continues. Rearranges her legs to be comfortable again and pulls Alucard's head back onto her lap, rearranging her cloak so it covers both of them. The castle can't warm itself, no matter how much it wants to help Alucard, not without giving away their location. The cloak will have to be enough.
It smells of earth. There's dirt under her fingernails and bits of leaves in her hair no matter how many times she runs her fingers through it. Just rubbing against her is enough to leave grass stains in Alucard's fur and the noises her nose makes when she falls asleep again sound like the song of a small but particularly aggressive bird. ]
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Don't do the whining noise at me, my legs are just falling asleep. [ She says it preemptively, before he even has a chance to do the whining noise, as if this is a problem she has fairly often. Just usually with actual dogs. Juliet Belmont massages feeling back into her legs before stretching them out, wiggling them a little. ] You're the one who decided to be something heavy.
[ Her fingers sink into his fur, combing through it, flinching as they brush against skin. ]
God, you're still so cold. That's not normal, is it?
[ Did he answer, back then? Whether or not he did, she just continues. Rearranges her legs to be comfortable again and pulls Alucard's head back onto her lap, rearranging her cloak so it covers both of them. The castle can't warm itself, no matter how much it wants to help Alucard, not without giving away their location. The cloak will have to be enough.
It smells of earth. There's dirt under her fingernails and bits of leaves in her hair no matter how many times she runs her fingers through it. Just rubbing against her is enough to leave grass stains in Alucard's fur and the noises her nose makes when she falls asleep again sound like the song of a small but particularly aggressive bird. ]