/SEXY BEACH PARTY

[toothsomehound]

[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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[toothsomehound]

[.... 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.

[ioudas]

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.

[toothsomehound]

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.]

[ioudas]

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.)

[toothsomehound]

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.]

[ioudas]

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.)

[toothsomehound]

[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.

[ioudas]

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.

[toothsomehound]

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.

[ioudas]

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.)