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[As soon as the sun had slid behind the horizon, pierced deep in the chest by the mountains (and wasn't that imagery that brought back memories), Alucard had felt an ache easing in him.

he hadn't even known he'd had it, but returning home to Wallachia, returning home to brutal winters and great wolfhounds in the kennels and standoffish corpulent woman cooks who made food to coat your bones and warm them, warm them, was good. it soothed him. he had missed his motherland. every land had a scent, and there was no smell good as home.

he watched the thick snow fall through the double French windows of the castle he (a wealthy foreigner, he'd said he was, from England for some years now- not a lie, certainly not the truth) had recovered. it was odd to see it turned to peacetime purposes. he still couldn't shake the feeling of wartimes come when he paced its corridors, but ah, ah. he was a fossil, an old man, a monster of time. what did it matter?

not much.

turning away, Alucard shrugged on a smoking jacket, eyeballed his library lazily, and stepped out into the hallway, intent on standing on the garrets and enjoying a good cigar for an hour or two. perhaps he'd hear the wolves this night.]

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[It was rare enough that Nyx saw rain, and while cold was nothing new -- spend enough time in the desert after dark, and anyone would find that out -- this kind of wet cold was.

The boots she'd bought were unfamiliar on her feet, and she slipped on the damp stone, catching herself as she fell but ending up with a face-full of snow.]

Fuck.

[It was loud, particularly over the sound of nothing but the snow falling, but that didn't mean much, just that there probably wasn't anyone to hear it.

She picked herself up again and kept heading for the door, see if she couldn't convince the owner to let her have some kind of shelter.]

[not only did the sound carry, but Alucard was of particularly sharp hearing. though the sound of somebody slipping and falling was unexpected, he found his curiosity piqued. high above on the wall of his castle, the man peered over in an interested manner.

a woman? she certainly didn't look like a local. she was approaching one of the side-doors, as well.]

A bit stormy to be wandering about, isn't it? [if she were to look up, she would see the inky black-white of the castle swimming in snow lit by moon. if she were to look a little further, she'd see a man with longish, dark curling hair peering down at her. if his eyes looked a bit like they were red, no matter! it was probably a trick of the light, wasn't it? .... or so he would say, if asked.]

[The coat was bulkier than the worst burnous, but it had cushioned Nyx's fall a little, and cushioned her against the cold even more. But it was dark, dark enough to easily stand out on the snow, and she didn't like how it made her feel, how it made drawing a knife harder than it should be, when she was approaching someone and she didn't know if they'd be friendly or not.

Then again, not drawing knives on people usually made them more inclined to friendliness.]

Pretty much my thought. Looks like you're the man with the solution to that too.

[Fuck this land, and fuck the cold, but Nyx doesn't give up a note, has never given up on a target in her life. Even if she's pretty sure she's lost by now.]

That is one of the more generally-known perks of having lodgings, yes. [he looks her over for a bit longer than most people would strictly feel comfortable with before sweeping out of visibility. a few moments later, his footsteps can be heard echoing through the night as he descends some stairs.

the door she's standing in front of shakes, jolts, and then snaps open, dislodging a fair amount of snow. Alucard stands there in the doorway, illuminated from behind by the lanterns lit for the main entranceway of the castle, far behind him. for just a moment, just a breath, his shadow stretches out long and spiny and sinister, before it snaps down again to being just a man's, albeit a tall one's.]

Please, do come inside. I can have my servants draw you a bath and prepare you a warm meal. [he is every inch the gracious host as he stands aside in the doorway, motioning her in.] Do hurry, though. The wolves in this region are known for their savor for the flesh of man.

[She doesn't bother speaking back to him while she's still outside, taking the gaze with ease. She's had people staring at her since she came back from the front. She's not someone who generally minds that, though it's made her job hard a number of times.

Once he's opened the door, though, she studies him. Paler than any Ras Tiegan, that's for sure.]

Good thing they'd find me a tough kill, then.

[She steps inside nonetheless, eager enough for the warmth.]

Forget about the bath, but if you've got whisky I'd love a glass.

[That'll do more for warming her insides than any change of clothing.]

A good thing indeed, I'm sure. [he gives her a small, humorous smile, though the expression seems to indicate that he's got an internal joke brewing rather than anything he'll be sharing with her.]

Very well. We're hardly short of the stuff- I was indulging a bit myself, prior to your... arrival. [the door slams shut, probably just forced from the violent gust of wind that swept the courtyard just now. Alucard leads the way inside, shouldering open the heavy front door and waving over a sleepy-eyed servant.]

Have her given clean clothes and hot tea, and then deliver her to my library, if you will. [he pauses, just for a moment, politely leaving a gap for any objections.]

My clothes are clean enough, unless I'm offending you with the smell?

[Nyx tilted an eyebrow up, letting it be a challenge. She'd lived in worse, hell, the classy clothing on her world was all organic, made out of living bugs that could adapt and let air in. A little snow on the outside of her coat, on her pants, was hardly worth fussing over.]

And I'm always fond of having my liquor sooner, rather than later.

[Nyx might be an unexpected visitor, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be pushy. He could try to throw her out again if he didn't like it.]

(or perhaps he'd hear cross in all of his belligerent glory. the snow was terrible, the wolves were worse - never shutting up - and all he wanted to do was curl up in alucard's magnificent library without the fuss of actually dealing with his host.

perhaps he was a terrible guest (no perhaps, he is a terrible guest by every permutation of the word) but regardless with the heat of the fire and the coziness of the chair, he could relax with a good book from alucard's collection.

oh, some vintage erotica. alucard, you horny bastard.)

[.... that too. he couldn't honestly say that he was surprised, but he was a bit amused to find Cross curled up with that book. he allowed his amusement to creep into his voice as he walked further into the cozy room, coming up behind the high crown of Cross' chair to peer down.]

I have books on almost every subject known to man, and you choose that one. No world travels for you, no anthropology! No mathematics and no solar system, no- that.

I wanted some light reading.

(Cross mutters, flipping a page nonchalantly, obviously unamused that his night was being interrupted by the book's owner. he looks up, shooting alucard a withering glare as if to make him leave his territory.)

So, if you don't mind.

I suppose you did find that. [he's trying to play that he isn't a little surprised, but he is. when was the last time he even read that book? what were the contents? he ignores the glare and leans over a bit more, reading along silently with Cross.]

Alucard, from the way that you're looming, I assume that you have never had sex before.

(there's a knowing smile as he looks up, maybe even a little coyly as he flips the page. my, my, this was a very saucy one even. he's a little endeared that he'd even have it, if he can be frank.)

The absurdity of the claim would take my breath away if I still drew air.

[he looks down at Cross with blatant curiosity, though. what's that coy expression? he hasn't seen it on the priest's face before, and it's interesting that it's there.]

That's nice.

(Cross almost keeps the bemused tone out of his voice, trying to pass it off as apathy. He moves so that he's like a large cat that's bent in so many impossible ways. his legs next to alucard's head as his head still rests on the armrest.)

[letting loose an irritated noise, Alucard stalks around to sit in the paired chair next to Cross'. it hasn't escaped his notice that this new position denies him any chance whatsoever of reading the book.]

Careful, you might pull something.

I'm more worried about your neck, craning the way you are.

(Cross acts more like a child, even shifting so that his legs are now on the opposite end of the chair, his boots on Alucard's arm.)

Now, leave me alone.

Ah, but. [curiosity now completely and totally piqued, he gestures at the boots.] You seem to have decided to use me as some sort of foot rest. I'm afraid that's rather impossible.

You're the only one complaining of it, I'm finding. (he gives him an extra kick (for affection, of course) before crossing his boots.)

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