It's an educational enough means of spending my time with her. [Limited time, he knows. Whatever his lifespan is going to be (and not even Dracula knows, dhampirs are far too rare to come with a handbook on these things), it will surpass hers. Best to take advantage of what time is around now.] She focuses on everyone who isn't of wealth to afford well, the stuff that is currently passed off as medicine.
[No boyars care enough about a weird woman doctor. Just the local village wise woman who's now out of a job.
With the bottle uncorked, Alucard stands to get two fresh wine glasses. He knows how floral this one is, and to mix it with the dregs of the red would be a true disservice.]
Mm, and something tells me if your being a black sheep was a real problem, they wouldn't keep you around. [There's always use for peace. Mostly forcing others to sue for it, he imagines, but that's something to keep quiet about. Alucard returns with the wine glasses and focuses on pouring.]
Where should we begin with that, by the way? My best guess as to why she's here in the first place may be the issue of the sun rising and seeing this as the closest and safest option.
[There, that's the wine poured. Alucard slides one of the glasses over to Lenore, knowing the smell is far more pleasing. It's sweet, dominated by honeysuckle and the promise of stone fruit in it's smell and delivers. The crispness is that of pears just as they're bit into, with just enough hint of earth to keep the sweetness from being overwhelming.]
I can imagine. It's always a good idea to have someone else with medical knowledge around that could lend a hand in a pinch.
( Her expression softens when she hears of his mother's focus on those who are less fortunate. She takes one last sip of the red wine before pushing it to the side on the table, following him with her eyes as he uncorks the wine and prepares two new glasses for the both of them. )
Your mother must be very kind. It's incredibly admirable to offer her services to those who aren't wealthy and I'm sure the people of the village love her for it. Though, when I think of her with your father, it paints a strange picture. No offense, of course.
( A dramatic sigh leaves her lips as she leans back a little in her chair, hands lifting with palms facing upward as she speaks in regards to her family. )
Even black sheep have their uses. After all, if making peace was left to Carmilla and the others, they'd rush to making war plans instead of attending peace talks. We're all good at something. My particular thing is talking to people and, it just so happens that I love what I do.
( She watches him come back to the table, looking at the pale colored liquid briefly. She can already tell it will be much easier to drink. The aroma is very pleasing, though she's sure that if her sisters were at this small meeting, they would choose the red. )
Hmm...
( She taps her chin with her index finger, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. )
Well, I may have to sweet talk her from under the stairs. Convince her that she was drunk sleep walking and I'm taking her to bed. I think it's much more likely that she simply was in the area and was too drunk to make it home. There are people nearby outside, waiting to escort her home. Hopefully it won't come down to a fight.
None taken. [Alucard knows his father's reputation, and for a moment, he debates how much of it to puncture. Dracula has been Dracula for centuries. He's been a husband and father for just about two decades. Besides, Alucard isn't so ignorant of vampires and their politics to willingly make things difficult for his family.
He takes a considering sip of his wine as he makes his decision, before letting out a soft laugh.] She immediately took him to task for poor hospitality when she first banged on the castle doors. Kindness may be a trait, but her lack of patience for nonsense is perhaps more important.
[That's probably enough without too much of a risk.]
So what you really do is save them from themselves and making mistakes that could cause larger losses or alienation that would do harm.
[But to business. Alucard considers the logistics, and nods.]
If it does come to a fight, I'd need to ask her to be moved further down the corridor. She's close to the science library and the attached lab, which is naturally full of glass instruments. Since we're trying to keep this underwraps, a sudden collection of shattered glass would give the game away entirely.
( A human taking Dracula to task? That does make Lenore laugh softly, amused by the mental imagery. If the others knew of such a thing, they wouldn't even believe her. After all, Dracula has long since been known for his cruel treatment of others and...well. Impaling. But apparently incredibly old vampires aren't immune to the matter of love.
Or was it a pretty face? Looking at Alucard, Lenore can understand the last one a bit. )
She sounds like a lovely woman. I can appreciate someone who won't take nonsense from others. Perhaps I'll see her at some point.
( The next comment has her considering the idea. Save them from themselves? Lenore has never considered it that way before. After all, they all have their own talents and uses, making up for the weaknesses of the others. There is a time for everything. Still, she isn't going to argue the point with Alucard and hums softly. )
They would argue otherwise. They simply see me as a bleeding heart and see diplomacy as nice, but mostly unnecessarily.
( A pause as she considers her sister. Nodding her head, Lenore taps her chin thoughtfully. Destroying things in Dracula's castle is the very last thing she wants to do, after all. He may have a soft spot for a human, but she knows full and well he doesn't extend the same to vampires. )
I'm fairly certain it won't come to blows. I will do everything in my power to keep your home in tact. I have someone outside waiting to escort her home. All I need to do is talk to her sweetly enough to get her to follow me outside. It shouldn't be too difficult.
Perhaps. [Alucard knows the real answer is probably no fucking way. If there is one thing he would ever qualify his father as, it is overprotective and there are reasons that few vampires have ever met her. The few times Alucard has overheard candid discussions, the names used for humans have been less than kind. How Dracula would respond to such disrespect for his wife is something that would go against everything his mother has tried to instill in his father.] She's usually caught up in her work though.
[Or with him, but Alucard's usually not in the castle when that happens by choice.
Still, that Carmilla's sisters view Lenore in such a way strikes Alucard as very stupid. The thought shows in how he frowns, drumming his fingers against the table top.]
Then they're very, very foolish. Act that way long enough and you'll either have an angry mob at your door or end up with a vampire with enough hatred and free time to take your territory. Even if your army is excessively well trained and headed by an extremely capable general.
[He'll take fairly certain. That's enough.]
I'll give you the space you need for this to work. Does she have any prefered hangover cures?
( She knows better than to push too hard. If his wife ever mentioned that she ran into another vampire during her day, it's very likely that Dracula would hunt her down and gut her simply for being too close to what is his. Red haired, rosy cheeked vampires in their circles aren't exactly the most common thing, so it wouldn't be hard to find out that it was Lenore snooping around. Still, she'll let the subject lie.
Though...Lenore can't resist adding a comment. She smiles mischievously at Alucard and lifts her glass of wine from the table in anticipation of another drink. )
She must be an absolutely beautiful woman, though, if you take your looks from her.
( Hey. She can't help flirting just a little. Alucard is an incredibly beautiful man, even among the circle of the immortals. It's likely he won't be terribly interested in her compliment, given his former reactions to her commentary, but it's fun, all the same. She brings the wine to her lips and takes another drink from the glass, enjoying the fragrance as it lingers on her taste buds.
The next comment has her raising her brows in surprise. Someone calling Carmilla and her sisters foolish? It doesn't happen every day. And if she heard it herself, she'd be out for Alucard's blood. Lenore lets a soft laugh pass from her lips, replacing her glass upon the table. )
You're certainly a breath a fresh air. I like your honesty. You're right, of course. But our kind tend not to be the most logical of creatures. My sister isn't any different. Still...Thank you. Truly.
( Lenore lifts a hand and waves it dismissively at the mention of hangover cures. )
[It takes a trained eye to notice when Alucard blushes, thanks to the paleness of his skin. However, vampires are vampires, and if keen eyes don't do it, there is the slight uptick in Alucard's admittedly slower-than-average heartrate. Compliments are compliments, but flirting? There's a novelty that doesn't happen outside of the young women at his mother's clinic. (His mother always encourages them.)
His eyes do meet Lenore's, but he's almost embarrassed to do so.]
Thank you. That is very kind, coming from my father's people.
[He's pretty sure that there's some your wife's human bias circulating, based on the times his father returns home from dealing with some stupid little emergency that he'd sooner gouge everyone's eyes out for. Some parts of Dracula don't change so easily.
Alucard reaches for a little bit more of the food, having nearly forgotten it was there in trying to get better wine for the occasion. The sausage is far, far better with this. A pleasant surprise.]
I don't think it's logic, it's...established patterns and the perspective of age. All human squabbles are pointless when you live for centuries and see them come and go. But by that point, you're set in your own ways and it takes something to truly push you towards the new.
[My mother, he doesn't say. It doesn't need to be said.]
Oh. Now I really do. Now I'm curious about how much a horror show it is.
[There's an eyebrow raised, and a faint grin on Alucard's face.]
Even if I can't provide it because it requires an alarming amount of blood.
( Oh, goodness. His response to her flirting is absolutely adorable. Lenore finds herself glad that she's having this moment alone with him, not wanting to share it with anyone else, especially not her sisters. There's something about him that touches on the softer sides of her dead little heart, making her want to both shield him and tease him some more. Perhaps it was part of the vampiric nature to be so opposed. Or perhaps it's simply a personality flaw. Carmilla would certainly say it was the latter.
The comment earns him another quiet laugh as she reaches out to pick up another piece of dried fruit, keeping his gaze all the while. )
I would be offended, but...I know how they are. So I can't even argue.
( She eats the piece of fruit as she considers his net words, that logic isn't a part of it so much as age. If that is the case, she could understand, to a point, Carmilla's attitude. A quiet sigh leaves her lips after, her hands coming to rest in her lap. )
You seem to understand remarkably well. I'm impressed. I'm not sure that it would push them toward the new so much as make them try and stamp out the old, though.
( Not so much about his mother, but more about other things. Ah! There's a faint grin from Alucard, which prompts Lenore to do the same. )
Well...Let's just say it involves virgins. Many, many virgins.
[So far, Lenore has proven to be the most close to human of all the vampires he's met in his short life. There's no particular focus on superiority over humanity, the word livestock getting thrown around, or anything that would mark her as immortal and undead if one didn't know any better. She's pleasant. Easy to talk to. Someone he'd even want to talk to again, and many vampires don't have that particular quality to them.
He smiles softly, relieved.]
My father's four hundred. If I'm nothing else, I'm a skilled observer and interpreter of the idiosyncratic. [Alucard is almost certain that every vampire is neurotic in their own way, it is just a question of how the matter manifests.] And perhaps that would be the more likely outcome. Something to force change would have to come in at the exact right moment to avoid such forceful blows.
[Virgins. Alucard has to roll his eyes, because why the hell did he think otherwise?]
May I ask why there is always such a fuss about virginity, at least from a vampire perspective?
Four hundred? Older than I am, to say the least. I imagine you would have all sorts of interesting insights with a father like that.
( Lenore like to think on her own upbringing too much. She simply views it as a thing she's left in the past, along with her humanity. Still, she has to wonder how watching a man like Dracula growing up has affected him. It seems as though his mother was the largest influence on him, by far. Which seems to be an incredible blessing. )
I think it could happen, though. I think there is plenty of room for vampires to change. There's no real reason why violence should be normal. Well...other than wars and such.
( The question has Lenore smirking at him, amusement glimmering in her crimson eyes. )
Because you simply enjoy a meal more if you know it hasn't been fucked, to put it plainly.
My main insight is that he's really happiest when not dealing with vampire squabblings. Or human ones. Knowledge is far more interesting to him.
[Dracula is a nerd who wants to work on science stuff and spend time with his wife. That's really the long and short of it, there's no true complexity involved.]
--Sometimes, I do wonder if the violence is normal because of the diet and the world being dominated by prey. But I'm too tender in years, and must ask your perspective on such a thought.
[Alucard is about to go further but. That smirk. And then he can't help but sigh. A long suffering one, better suited for Belmonts in the future.]
Why anyone is thinking about that matter in the first place is beyond me then.
Knowledge...How interesting. From all that I've heard from Carmilla, it's certain that he doesn't enjoy vampire gatherings, that's for sure. Knowledge is a much more worthwhile pursuit, anyway.
( Lenore can't exactly blame Dracula for being more inclined to avoid squabbles of both vampire and human alike. They are tiresome and rarely end peacefully or with anyone feeling satisfied. Lenore is very well aware of that, herself, being the diplomat for her family. It can sometimes be tiresome, trying to juggle everyone's individual feelings and attitudes, but after a while, one simply gets very skilled at doing so.
The glass of wine is retrieved from the table and swirled around in her glass as she thinks on the question at hand. )
I think, perhaps, it's a bit evolution. For humans, there is a violent streak naturally. It shows up in making war with one another and squabbling. When a human becomes a vampire, the violent tendencies get worse and change due to the necessity of feeding. I think that's where it stems from.
( Lenore isn't a scientist, but it makes sense to her. She's always open to new theories and ideas, though. The long sigh from Alucard makes her laugh softly, leaning forward just a bit and winking at him playfully. )
After you reach a certain age, it's never far from people's minds.
He comes back and usually holes up in one of the libraries. I think he's mostly looking for curses to respond to slights though, rather than doing true academic work.
[It is rare that Dracula even goes to these things. Having the excuse of a family gave him reason to avoid a few more than usual, but then? Then came the questions of why his wife was still a human, and that was perhaps the most private matter of all. One Alucard thought he had a good guess at understanding, but never asked about outright. His mother's humanity was important - to her and to Dracula. To lose it would fundamentally alter their relationship.
There's a luxury of frank discussion here that Alucard doesn't want to take for granted. He isn't sure that any other vampire would even indulge in such a reflection upon their natures.]
Mmm. That does align with a few of my hunches, mostly with relation to feeding. It's as if everything becomes, I don't want to say exaggerated precisely, but something close to the word.
[The wink just gets a shake of his head.]
But with food? Surely no human is looking at an animal they're about to eat and considering the matter. If that were the case, no one would eat eggs.
[As if to make his point, Alucard just drains the full of his glass.]
( It's said with a humorous tone, as Lenore finds the idea of Dracula looking for responses to slights in his vast library incredibly entertaining. Still, there are millions of things that a man as powerful as Dracula could be doing with her time. But Lenore knows better than to judge too much. Some people are just inherently eccentric, such as her sister Carmilla. She's dealt with her for far too long to be shocked about strange behavior.
As for the conversation on the nature of vampires, Lenore doesn't mind indulging Alucard's curiosities and theories. She's thought on the matter quite a bit herself, though discussing it with her family isn't exactly something she wants to do. 'Why are you thinking about useless things, Lenore?' She can practically hear their voices. )
I understand what you mean and I think it may be right. It does make some bit of sense. After all, our senses are heightened, so why would it be so strange that something like that would occur?
( A laugh is heard from Lenore once again as Alucard drains his glass. She mirrors the action with her own before speaking once again. )
No, not an animal. But think of it like a sandwich. Would you be as eager to eat the sandwich if someone had stuck their penis into it first?
Mmm. I'm curious, since your own territory is considered well managed and with few incidents: what are the hobbies in your own home?
[Both her and her sisters, he means. If nothing else, there is a stability to Styria's vampire lands that are often not reflected in other parts of Europe. Some of it is down to personality, Alucard is sure, but that must leave free time. Plus stability is room for eccentricity to grow in.]
Precisely. And unless you're inclined towards self reflection, I don't know if it is something that one might notice. The personalities of those I've met are so...over the top, I'll say, that I don't know how frequently that even happens.
[Yeah, that? That deserves Alucard just reaching for the bottle of wine and refilling his glass nearly to the rim.]
Again: why is it different from other forms of livestock that you know have rutted? The comparison doesn't hold up. Unless you're saying that it's more akin to a first pressing of olive oil, in which case I think I comprehend that.
Don't be too impressed. It's likely fear keeping things together there. My sisters aren't exactly the most well rounded of individuals. Carmilla's favorite hobbies are drinking virgin blood and thinking up grandiose plans, after which she locks herself away for days on end. She thinks herself a genius of sorts. Striga enjoys planning military missions and spending her time with Morana. And Morana...
( This is when Lenore makes a face of clear distaste. There's a bit of a pause as she considers her next words. There isn't much to lose by telling Alucard the truth, honestly, so that's exactly what she does. )
She's incredibly cruel. Her favorite thing to do is torture people for her own amusement.
( She looks back to Alucard and offers a small, mirthless smile, shrugging her shoulders gently. If Lenore could change their nature, she certainly would. It would make her own work easier, that's for sure. But alas. They all play a role and as such, are necessary to keep around. The mention of personalities being over the top goes hand in hand with her description of her sisters. )
You're likely right. And it seems like your experience with them is close to the one I've had. They're so caught up in one thing or another that considering something like that would seem ridiculous. It's nice to be able to speak with someone who is able to think outside of the box.
( The amusement filters back into her expression as she watches him refill his glass entirely. She sits back in her chair and pushes her hair back over her shoulder, lips quirking upward into a small grin. )
Perhaps it is more like the olive oil, then. It doesn't really matter so much to me, personally. But others may have issue when thinking too deeply on the source of their blood and consider it a delicacy.
Fear, maybe, but it also seems complementary interests. Beyond the violence, one person comes up with plans, there's someone military minded, and a third to do the sort of intelligence that backs up the other two. You come in and balance it all out regardless of any teasing or opinions they hold. That? That actually is impressive when you stop and think about it as a system.
[Perhaps it is an overly generous compliment, but Alucard can see the logic in the arrangement as it is. Even as he flinches at the mention of torture, because yeah. That's not great, human or vampire.
He did ask for details though, so he's no one to blame for that unpleasant fact entering the discussion but himelf.]
It's incredibly enjoyable on my end as well. I've...[how to put this politely?] I've often felt it safer to stay at arm's length from both parts of my heritage, due to how distinctly different I am in perspective. You're probably the first vampire I've met where I haven't been concerned about that fact.
[Sometimes, one sees just enough to understand why they've been sheltered and to just retreat back into it. It's genuinely nice, being proven wrong.]
( She can't help but simply watch him for a moment, her brows raised in surprise at the generous compliment he gives her. Honestly, it's more than she's used to, as she's considered the weakest among the four women and her role requires a soft touch. She isn't above manipulation, of course. It comes with the territory. But still.
Actually feeling a bit bashful for once, which is an incredibly rare occurrence, she glances to the side with a small smile on her lips. )
Thank you. Truly. The system does well enough and, as I said, everyone has a role to play. I think without any one person, it would throw things out of balance. I don't even want to think about Carmilla without anyone to temper her...eccentricities.
( She looks back to him, her expression showing that she's pleased with what he says about their first meeting. If he felt any other way, she might think twice about whether she was suited to be a diplomat, after all. And, well...She is more soft-hearted than most vampires. Just a little. )
I can imagine that it would be hard to find someone you feel comfortable speaking with at length. Both sides do have a violent streak, but I'm glad that you don't feel concerned around me. I don't bite, really. Not unless you want me to.
( She offers a playful little wink before nodding her head, ginger hair brushing against her cheeks once again. )
I couldn't agree more. I just worry that any other hobbies they found would be worse than the last.
I don't know her through any means but reputation, but I imagine that somehow, Carmilla might still be...I don't want to say okay, but manifested the eccentricity in a constructive manner. [Constructive for her, at least. Alucard doesn't imagine she'd build a castle like his father's, a temple to science and magic and all of knowledge of the immortals. It'd take another form, although what might form the foundation is a mystery.
What do vampires build their immortal lives on anyway? Godbrand has his drink and lust for unlife, but he's also just mad. These four are focused on leadership and military might, and they've created a stable area for themselves. Others? Alucard hasn't met enough of them yet.
The bite comment gets a soft snort, because it is a truly awful joke. It'd be like saying "I don't drink...wine" in the future around a Belmont, after that damn movie gets made.]
Mm, now there's an awful idea. [Although it is a curious one that will come back to nestle in Alucard's head soon enough.] I imagine that your work creates a similar feeling of striving for balance and being concerned about both sides, no?
[Alucard reaches for more of the cheese, quietly noting that there's precious little of it left. He may have to get up and add more at this rate.]
If they're not making people into boats, then things are generally looking up.
You're probably right. She isn't stupid, after all.
( But it's very, very likely that more people would die. Perhaps Carmilla might even make a bath filled with virgin blood to bathe in. Who knew? Still, it probably isn't the best idea to speak too much of her sister to Alucard. At least, not her bad qualities, lest it reflect poorly on the rest of them. She's supposed to build bridges, not let others know that the foundation is shaky, given the right pressure.
She nods at his comment, reaching out to pick up another piece of fruit to slip into her mouth. She chews her snack and swallows before deciding to answer him. After all, it's rude to speak with one's mouth full. )
Indeed. It's not very easy work, getting two opposing forces to make concessions and work together with one another, but it is incredibly fulfilling. I suppose I'm just good at understanding people, which is what makes me good at my job.
( A pretty face and small, unassuming stature certainly don't hurt. Most vampires don't think much of her in terms of physical ability, which is likely why they can lower their guard around her. The mention of making people into boats causes Lenore to laugh, waving one of her hands dismissively. )
They haven't gotten that far yet, thankfully. I'm afraid I might have to draw the line at building boats out of people.
[And whatever that entails. Alucard's noticed that they both speak in generalities with their families. Enough to give a flavor of what life is like, but not too many specifics. It is a fascinating thing in and of itself, born of how vampires are territorial things, and to know too much of one's personal life is to invite attack and destruction.
Or at least that's how others might read it, and so all the same protections must be in place.]
If it isn't too forward or revealing to ask, how often do you have to use your skills? My impression of Styria has been that is is fairly stable overall, and I doubt that's because your sisters like a quiet life.
[They seem like little well planned chaos gremlins, if Alucard's being super honest.]
Well, reminding them that it's Godbrand's favorite hobby might be enough to make them stop.
( Perhaps if Lenore knew Alucard better, she would feel more comfortable revealing more in depth details of their lives in Styria. But for now, he'll have to settle with just the most basic of details. He is Dracula's son, after all. There's no rush, though. Alucard has many, many years to get to know her better, should that be a thing he desires. It's certainly a thing Lenore wants, but she's learned better than to be too pushy about such things during a first meeting. But who wouldn't want to know him better? He has looks, smarts, and wit all in equal measure.
He has vampires like Godbrand beaten by a mile, that's for sure.
The question pulls her attention back to Alucard, brows raising just a little. She hums softly, crossing her arms lightly beneath her bust as she considers. It isn't something she typically thinks on. If there's work to be done, she simply goes and does it. )
I'd say fairly often. I take care of most things that involve talking to others. Things that require finesse. Sometimes things Carmilla can't be bothered with. It's what I'm good at and enjoy, mostly, so I don't mind taking an active role and being a go between. It's means there's less bloodshed.
( She chuckles softly at the mention of Godbrand, nodding in agreement. )
I may just do that. He's not their favorite person...Then again, I wonder if he's anyone's favorite person.
Mm. That explains the stability. Your land is incredibly fortunate for that. [Or at least part of it. Alucard knows he's not entitled to too much more, but it is a terrible thing to feel as if he's run out of queries.
To the wine then, and taking another sip to buy time and think about where the conversation is best directed from here. The night grows old, and there is still an entire vampire that has to be extracted from her current burrow.
A short little laugh crosses at that comment though.]
I think that he's mostly just a warning to others at this point. Behave or you'll become the butt of jokes and cattiness like he is.
I suppose so. Though, sometimes I think they would jump at the chance for bloodshed. Still, it isn't productive so someone has to steer them away from it.
( Some days, it's a wonder that one of her sisters managed to get through without painting the halls with blood. They were prone to moodiness, after all. The real question is if it is a personality flaw or simply another thing caused by vampirism. Either way, it's something for another time. The night is growing short and there's still the matter of her sister to handle. So after draining the contents left within her glass, Lenore turns her attention back to Alucard, setting it to the side on the table.
Still. It's a shame to have to end her time with the handsome blond. Oh well. )
Godbrand's unpleasantness aside, shall we see to your problem now? Any later and the both of us may end up having to stay the night. And I certainly don't think your father would appreciate that.
( She allows herself to briefly think on that scenario. A furious Dracula. A drunken Striga. Herself and Alucard having spent the better portion of the night together. It isn't a lovely picture for one as easy to anger as Dracula.
Lenore pushes herself up to a stand, taking a brief moment to smooth the dark fabric of her dress, then turns her gaze back to him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. )
Though, I have immensely enjoyed meeting and spending time with you.
[Alucard knows that the words might be cheesy, but that doesn't make them less true. Lenore seems to go above and beyond for her sisters, and it gives a far greater sense of family than he's seen from most of his father's people in the past.
But she is right. The night grows old, and while the dead may travel fast, they still must contend with the sun. Dracula would not show any kindness for uninvited guests, and that means that the enjoyable part of the night must come to an end.]
I think we have no other choice, unfortunately.
[Alucard stands, but he makes sure to move both their wine glasses to the sink.]
I have as well. I think it should be possible to do this again, although perhaps in a neutral territory? I'm not opposed to one of the forests between our lands, so long as there's a fire.
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[No boyars care enough about a weird woman doctor. Just the local village wise woman who's now out of a job.
With the bottle uncorked, Alucard stands to get two fresh wine glasses. He knows how floral this one is, and to mix it with the dregs of the red would be a true disservice.]
Mm, and something tells me if your being a black sheep was a real problem, they wouldn't keep you around. [There's always use for peace. Mostly forcing others to sue for it, he imagines, but that's something to keep quiet about. Alucard returns with the wine glasses and focuses on pouring.]
Where should we begin with that, by the way? My best guess as to why she's here in the first place may be the issue of the sun rising and seeing this as the closest and safest option.
[There, that's the wine poured. Alucard slides one of the glasses over to Lenore, knowing the smell is far more pleasing. It's sweet, dominated by honeysuckle and the promise of stone fruit in it's smell and delivers. The crispness is that of pears just as they're bit into, with just enough hint of earth to keep the sweetness from being overwhelming.]
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( Her expression softens when she hears of his mother's focus on those who are less fortunate. She takes one last sip of the red wine before pushing it to the side on the table, following him with her eyes as he uncorks the wine and prepares two new glasses for the both of them. )
Your mother must be very kind. It's incredibly admirable to offer her services to those who aren't wealthy and I'm sure the people of the village love her for it. Though, when I think of her with your father, it paints a strange picture. No offense, of course.
( A dramatic sigh leaves her lips as she leans back a little in her chair, hands lifting with palms facing upward as she speaks in regards to her family. )
Even black sheep have their uses. After all, if making peace was left to Carmilla and the others, they'd rush to making war plans instead of attending peace talks. We're all good at something. My particular thing is talking to people and, it just so happens that I love what I do.
( She watches him come back to the table, looking at the pale colored liquid briefly. She can already tell it will be much easier to drink. The aroma is very pleasing, though she's sure that if her sisters were at this small meeting, they would choose the red. )
Hmm...
( She taps her chin with her index finger, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. )
Well, I may have to sweet talk her from under the stairs. Convince her that she was drunk sleep walking and I'm taking her to bed. I think it's much more likely that she simply was in the area and was too drunk to make it home. There are people nearby outside, waiting to escort her home. Hopefully it won't come down to a fight.
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He takes a considering sip of his wine as he makes his decision, before letting out a soft laugh.] She immediately took him to task for poor hospitality when she first banged on the castle doors. Kindness may be a trait, but her lack of patience for nonsense is perhaps more important.
[That's probably enough without too much of a risk.]
So what you really do is save them from themselves and making mistakes that could cause larger losses or alienation that would do harm.
[But to business. Alucard considers the logistics, and nods.]
If it does come to a fight, I'd need to ask her to be moved further down the corridor. She's close to the science library and the attached lab, which is naturally full of glass instruments. Since we're trying to keep this underwraps, a sudden collection of shattered glass would give the game away entirely.
Sorry for the wait!
Or was it a pretty face? Looking at Alucard, Lenore can understand the last one a bit. )
She sounds like a lovely woman. I can appreciate someone who won't take nonsense from others. Perhaps I'll see her at some point.
( The next comment has her considering the idea. Save them from themselves? Lenore has never considered it that way before. After all, they all have their own talents and uses, making up for the weaknesses of the others. There is a time for everything. Still, she isn't going to argue the point with Alucard and hums softly. )
They would argue otherwise. They simply see me as a bleeding heart and see diplomacy as nice, but mostly unnecessarily.
( A pause as she considers her sister. Nodding her head, Lenore taps her chin thoughtfully. Destroying things in Dracula's castle is the very last thing she wants to do, after all. He may have a soft spot for a human, but she knows full and well he doesn't extend the same to vampires. )
I'm fairly certain it won't come to blows. I will do everything in my power to keep your home in tact. I have someone outside waiting to escort her home. All I need to do is talk to her sweetly enough to get her to follow me outside. It shouldn't be too difficult.
You're good!
[Or with him, but Alucard's usually not in the castle when that happens by choice.
Still, that Carmilla's sisters view Lenore in such a way strikes Alucard as very stupid. The thought shows in how he frowns, drumming his fingers against the table top.]
Then they're very, very foolish. Act that way long enough and you'll either have an angry mob at your door or end up with a vampire with enough hatred and free time to take your territory. Even if your army is excessively well trained and headed by an extremely capable general.
[He'll take fairly certain. That's enough.]
I'll give you the space you need for this to work. Does she have any prefered hangover cures?
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( She knows better than to push too hard. If his wife ever mentioned that she ran into another vampire during her day, it's very likely that Dracula would hunt her down and gut her simply for being too close to what is his. Red haired, rosy cheeked vampires in their circles aren't exactly the most common thing, so it wouldn't be hard to find out that it was Lenore snooping around. Still, she'll let the subject lie.
Though...Lenore can't resist adding a comment. She smiles mischievously at Alucard and lifts her glass of wine from the table in anticipation of another drink. )
She must be an absolutely beautiful woman, though, if you take your looks from her.
( Hey. She can't help flirting just a little. Alucard is an incredibly beautiful man, even among the circle of the immortals. It's likely he won't be terribly interested in her compliment, given his former reactions to her commentary, but it's fun, all the same. She brings the wine to her lips and takes another drink from the glass, enjoying the fragrance as it lingers on her taste buds.
The next comment has her raising her brows in surprise. Someone calling Carmilla and her sisters foolish? It doesn't happen every day. And if she heard it herself, she'd be out for Alucard's blood. Lenore lets a soft laugh pass from her lips, replacing her glass upon the table. )
You're certainly a breath a fresh air. I like your honesty. You're right, of course. But our kind tend not to be the most logical of creatures. My sister isn't any different. Still...Thank you. Truly.
( Lenore lifts a hand and waves it dismissively at the mention of hangover cures. )
Do you really want to know?
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His eyes do meet Lenore's, but he's almost embarrassed to do so.]
Thank you. That is very kind, coming from my father's people.
[He's pretty sure that there's some your wife's human bias circulating, based on the times his father returns home from dealing with some stupid little emergency that he'd sooner gouge everyone's eyes out for. Some parts of Dracula don't change so easily.
Alucard reaches for a little bit more of the food, having nearly forgotten it was there in trying to get better wine for the occasion. The sausage is far, far better with this. A pleasant surprise.]
I don't think it's logic, it's...established patterns and the perspective of age. All human squabbles are pointless when you live for centuries and see them come and go. But by that point, you're set in your own ways and it takes something to truly push you towards the new.
[My mother, he doesn't say. It doesn't need to be said.]
Oh. Now I really do. Now I'm curious about how much a horror show it is.
[There's an eyebrow raised, and a faint grin on Alucard's face.]
Even if I can't provide it because it requires an alarming amount of blood.
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The comment earns him another quiet laugh as she reaches out to pick up another piece of dried fruit, keeping his gaze all the while. )
I would be offended, but...I know how they are. So I can't even argue.
( She eats the piece of fruit as she considers his net words, that logic isn't a part of it so much as age. If that is the case, she could understand, to a point, Carmilla's attitude. A quiet sigh leaves her lips after, her hands coming to rest in her lap. )
You seem to understand remarkably well. I'm impressed. I'm not sure that it would push them toward the new so much as make them try and stamp out the old, though.
( Not so much about his mother, but more about other things. Ah! There's a faint grin from Alucard, which prompts Lenore to do the same. )
Well...Let's just say it involves virgins. Many, many virgins.
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He smiles softly, relieved.]
My father's four hundred. If I'm nothing else, I'm a skilled observer and interpreter of the idiosyncratic. [Alucard is almost certain that every vampire is neurotic in their own way, it is just a question of how the matter manifests.] And perhaps that would be the more likely outcome. Something to force change would have to come in at the exact right moment to avoid such forceful blows.
[Virgins. Alucard has to roll his eyes, because why the hell did he think otherwise?]
May I ask why there is always such a fuss about virginity, at least from a vampire perspective?
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sandwiches, alucard]omg, that gif. I had to use it.
( Lenore like to think on her own upbringing too much. She simply views it as a thing she's left in the past, along with her humanity. Still, she has to wonder how watching a man like Dracula growing up has affected him. It seems as though his mother was the largest influence on him, by far. Which seems to be an incredible blessing. )
I think it could happen, though. I think there is plenty of room for vampires to change. There's no real reason why violence should be normal. Well...other than wars and such.
( The question has Lenore smirking at him, amusement glimmering in her crimson eyes. )
Because you simply enjoy a meal more if you know it hasn't been fucked, to put it plainly.
what we do in the shadows is always relevant
[Dracula is a nerd who wants to work on science stuff and spend time with his wife. That's really the long and short of it, there's no true complexity involved.]
--Sometimes, I do wonder if the violence is normal because of the diet and the world being dominated by prey. But I'm too tender in years, and must ask your perspective on such a thought.
[Alucard is about to go further but. That smirk. And then he can't help but sigh. A long suffering one, better suited for Belmonts in the future.]
Why anyone is thinking about that matter in the first place is beyond me then.
Absolutely. Now I'm going to have to rewatch it.
( Lenore can't exactly blame Dracula for being more inclined to avoid squabbles of both vampire and human alike. They are tiresome and rarely end peacefully or with anyone feeling satisfied. Lenore is very well aware of that, herself, being the diplomat for her family. It can sometimes be tiresome, trying to juggle everyone's individual feelings and attitudes, but after a while, one simply gets very skilled at doing so.
The glass of wine is retrieved from the table and swirled around in her glass as she thinks on the question at hand. )
I think, perhaps, it's a bit evolution. For humans, there is a violent streak naturally. It shows up in making war with one another and squabbling. When a human becomes a vampire, the violent tendencies get worse and change due to the necessity of feeding. I think that's where it stems from.
( Lenore isn't a scientist, but it makes sense to her. She's always open to new theories and ideas, though. The long sigh from Alucard makes her laugh softly, leaning forward just a bit and winking at him playfully. )
After you reach a certain age, it's never far from people's minds.
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[It is rare that Dracula even goes to these things. Having the excuse of a family gave him reason to avoid a few more than usual, but then? Then came the questions of why his wife was still a human, and that was perhaps the most private matter of all. One Alucard thought he had a good guess at understanding, but never asked about outright. His mother's humanity was important - to her and to Dracula. To lose it would fundamentally alter their relationship.
There's a luxury of frank discussion here that Alucard doesn't want to take for granted. He isn't sure that any other vampire would even indulge in such a reflection upon their natures.]
Mmm. That does align with a few of my hunches, mostly with relation to feeding. It's as if everything becomes, I don't want to say exaggerated precisely, but something close to the word.
[The wink just gets a shake of his head.]
But with food? Surely no human is looking at an animal they're about to eat and considering the matter. If that were the case, no one would eat eggs.
[As if to make his point, Alucard just drains the full of his glass.]
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( It's said with a humorous tone, as Lenore finds the idea of Dracula looking for responses to slights in his vast library incredibly entertaining. Still, there are millions of things that a man as powerful as Dracula could be doing with her time. But Lenore knows better than to judge too much. Some people are just inherently eccentric, such as her sister Carmilla. She's dealt with her for far too long to be shocked about strange behavior.
As for the conversation on the nature of vampires, Lenore doesn't mind indulging Alucard's curiosities and theories. She's thought on the matter quite a bit herself, though discussing it with her family isn't exactly something she wants to do. 'Why are you thinking about useless things, Lenore?' She can practically hear their voices. )
I understand what you mean and I think it may be right. It does make some bit of sense. After all, our senses are heightened, so why would it be so strange that something like that would occur?
( A laugh is heard from Lenore once again as Alucard drains his glass. She mirrors the action with her own before speaking once again. )
No, not an animal. But think of it like a sandwich. Would you be as eager to eat the sandwich if someone had stuck their penis into it first?
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[Both her and her sisters, he means. If nothing else, there is a stability to Styria's vampire lands that are often not reflected in other parts of Europe. Some of it is down to personality, Alucard is sure, but that must leave free time. Plus stability is room for eccentricity to grow in.]
Precisely. And unless you're inclined towards self reflection, I don't know if it is something that one might notice. The personalities of those I've met are so...over the top, I'll say, that I don't know how frequently that even happens.
[Yeah, that? That deserves Alucard just reaching for the bottle of wine and refilling his glass nearly to the rim.]
Again: why is it different from other forms of livestock that you know have rutted? The comparison doesn't hold up. Unless you're saying that it's more akin to a first pressing of olive oil, in which case I think I comprehend that.
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( This is when Lenore makes a face of clear distaste. There's a bit of a pause as she considers her next words. There isn't much to lose by telling Alucard the truth, honestly, so that's exactly what she does. )
She's incredibly cruel. Her favorite thing to do is torture people for her own amusement.
( She looks back to Alucard and offers a small, mirthless smile, shrugging her shoulders gently. If Lenore could change their nature, she certainly would. It would make her own work easier, that's for sure. But alas. They all play a role and as such, are necessary to keep around. The mention of personalities being over the top goes hand in hand with her description of her sisters. )
You're likely right. And it seems like your experience with them is close to the one I've had. They're so caught up in one thing or another that considering something like that would seem ridiculous. It's nice to be able to speak with someone who is able to think outside of the box.
( The amusement filters back into her expression as she watches him refill his glass entirely. She sits back in her chair and pushes her hair back over her shoulder, lips quirking upward into a small grin. )
Perhaps it is more like the olive oil, then. It doesn't really matter so much to me, personally. But others may have issue when thinking too deeply on the source of their blood and consider it a delicacy.
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[Perhaps it is an overly generous compliment, but Alucard can see the logic in the arrangement as it is. Even as he flinches at the mention of torture, because yeah. That's not great, human or vampire.
He did ask for details though, so he's no one to blame for that unpleasant fact entering the discussion but himelf.]
It's incredibly enjoyable on my end as well. I've...[how to put this politely?] I've often felt it safer to stay at arm's length from both parts of my heritage, due to how distinctly different I am in perspective. You're probably the first vampire I've met where I haven't been concerned about that fact.
[Sometimes, one sees just enough to understand why they've been sheltered and to just retreat back into it. It's genuinely nice, being proven wrong.]
They need other hobbies. Many other hobbies.
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Actually feeling a bit bashful for once, which is an incredibly rare occurrence, she glances to the side with a small smile on her lips. )
Thank you. Truly. The system does well enough and, as I said, everyone has a role to play. I think without any one person, it would throw things out of balance. I don't even want to think about Carmilla without anyone to temper her...eccentricities.
( She looks back to him, her expression showing that she's pleased with what he says about their first meeting. If he felt any other way, she might think twice about whether she was suited to be a diplomat, after all. And, well...She is more soft-hearted than most vampires. Just a little. )
I can imagine that it would be hard to find someone you feel comfortable speaking with at length. Both sides do have a violent streak, but I'm glad that you don't feel concerned around me. I don't bite, really. Not unless you want me to.
( She offers a playful little wink before nodding her head, ginger hair brushing against her cheeks once again. )
I couldn't agree more. I just worry that any other hobbies they found would be worse than the last.
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What do vampires build their immortal lives on anyway? Godbrand has his drink and lust for unlife, but he's also just mad. These four are focused on leadership and military might, and they've created a stable area for themselves. Others? Alucard hasn't met enough of them yet.
The bite comment gets a soft snort, because it is a truly awful joke. It'd be like saying "I don't drink...wine" in the future around a Belmont, after that damn movie gets made.]
Mm, now there's an awful idea. [Although it is a curious one that will come back to nestle in Alucard's head soon enough.] I imagine that your work creates a similar feeling of striving for balance and being concerned about both sides, no?
[Alucard reaches for more of the cheese, quietly noting that there's precious little of it left. He may have to get up and add more at this rate.]
If they're not making people into boats, then things are generally looking up.
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( But it's very, very likely that more people would die. Perhaps Carmilla might even make a bath filled with virgin blood to bathe in. Who knew? Still, it probably isn't the best idea to speak too much of her sister to Alucard. At least, not her bad qualities, lest it reflect poorly on the rest of them. She's supposed to build bridges, not let others know that the foundation is shaky, given the right pressure.
She nods at his comment, reaching out to pick up another piece of fruit to slip into her mouth. She chews her snack and swallows before deciding to answer him. After all, it's rude to speak with one's mouth full. )
Indeed. It's not very easy work, getting two opposing forces to make concessions and work together with one another, but it is incredibly fulfilling. I suppose I'm just good at understanding people, which is what makes me good at my job.
( A pretty face and small, unassuming stature certainly don't hurt. Most vampires don't think much of her in terms of physical ability, which is likely why they can lower their guard around her. The mention of making people into boats causes Lenore to laugh, waving one of her hands dismissively. )
They haven't gotten that far yet, thankfully. I'm afraid I might have to draw the line at building boats out of people.
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[And whatever that entails. Alucard's noticed that they both speak in generalities with their families. Enough to give a flavor of what life is like, but not too many specifics. It is a fascinating thing in and of itself, born of how vampires are territorial things, and to know too much of one's personal life is to invite attack and destruction.
Or at least that's how others might read it, and so all the same protections must be in place.]
If it isn't too forward or revealing to ask, how often do you have to use your skills? My impression of Styria has been that is is fairly stable overall, and I doubt that's because your sisters like a quiet life.
[They seem like little well planned chaos gremlins, if Alucard's being super honest.]
Well, reminding them that it's Godbrand's favorite hobby might be enough to make them stop.
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He has vampires like Godbrand beaten by a mile, that's for sure.
The question pulls her attention back to Alucard, brows raising just a little. She hums softly, crossing her arms lightly beneath her bust as she considers. It isn't something she typically thinks on. If there's work to be done, she simply goes and does it. )
I'd say fairly often. I take care of most things that involve talking to others. Things that require finesse. Sometimes things Carmilla can't be bothered with. It's what I'm good at and enjoy, mostly, so I don't mind taking an active role and being a go between. It's means there's less bloodshed.
( She chuckles softly at the mention of Godbrand, nodding in agreement. )
I may just do that. He's not their favorite person...Then again, I wonder if he's anyone's favorite person.
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To the wine then, and taking another sip to buy time and think about where the conversation is best directed from here. The night grows old, and there is still an entire vampire that has to be extracted from her current burrow.
A short little laugh crosses at that comment though.]
I think that he's mostly just a warning to others at this point. Behave or you'll become the butt of jokes and cattiness like he is.
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( Some days, it's a wonder that one of her sisters managed to get through without painting the halls with blood. They were prone to moodiness, after all. The real question is if it is a personality flaw or simply another thing caused by vampirism. Either way, it's something for another time. The night is growing short and there's still the matter of her sister to handle. So after draining the contents left within her glass, Lenore turns her attention back to Alucard, setting it to the side on the table.
Still. It's a shame to have to end her time with the handsome blond. Oh well. )
Godbrand's unpleasantness aside, shall we see to your problem now? Any later and the both of us may end up having to stay the night. And I certainly don't think your father would appreciate that.
( She allows herself to briefly think on that scenario. A furious Dracula. A drunken Striga. Herself and Alucard having spent the better portion of the night together. It isn't a lovely picture for one as easy to anger as Dracula.
Lenore pushes herself up to a stand, taking a brief moment to smooth the dark fabric of her dress, then turns her gaze back to him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. )
Though, I have immensely enjoyed meeting and spending time with you.
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[Alucard knows that the words might be cheesy, but that doesn't make them less true. Lenore seems to go above and beyond for her sisters, and it gives a far greater sense of family than he's seen from most of his father's people in the past.
But she is right. The night grows old, and while the dead may travel fast, they still must contend with the sun. Dracula would not show any kindness for uninvited guests, and that means that the enjoyable part of the night must come to an end.]
I think we have no other choice, unfortunately.
[Alucard stands, but he makes sure to move both their wine glasses to the sink.]
I have as well. I think it should be possible to do this again, although perhaps in a neutral territory? I'm not opposed to one of the forests between our lands, so long as there's a fire.
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aaand done!