[It's almost hard to watch her go, but Alucard knows it's for the best. He'll keep his wits about him in case she needs him, keep his senses ready.
He has a mind to dress himself in something fresher and new; no blood stains or indication he'd ever been in danger. An effort is made to try to brush his hair, and he succeeds about halfway through before he gets frustrated and gives up for now. Another day, and he will be more presentable.
He remember when he'd cared about that last.
To the library he goes, gathering what he can about Dracula's journals and books.
Daventry is something he cannot forget.
He sits, but this time he is ready for company. Another chair awaits Rosella, and a table as well. The fireplace is lit, and the lights are on, more inviting than the last time they'd been.]
[What a difference such little changes can make — a lit fireplace, the warm glow of lights in their bulbs, a chair facing for company instead of turned away for a dejected lordling to sulk in.
He looks better, freshened up. It's easier to feel good about his health when his clothes aren't damp with blood serving as a reminder of the terrible things that had happened to them.
Smiling softly, Rosella heads inside with her tray, moving to the table and setting it down while she starts to unpack the cups and saucers she'd put together.]
I see you've amassed a whole stack of books. Does that mean you've found something?
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He has a mind to dress himself in something fresher and new; no blood stains or indication he'd ever been in danger. An effort is made to try to brush his hair, and he succeeds about halfway through before he gets frustrated and gives up for now. Another day, and he will be more presentable.
He remember when he'd cared about that last.
To the library he goes, gathering what he can about Dracula's journals and books.
Daventry is something he cannot forget.
He sits, but this time he is ready for company. Another chair awaits Rosella, and a table as well. The fireplace is lit, and the lights are on, more inviting than the last time they'd been.]
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[What a difference such little changes can make — a lit fireplace, the warm glow of lights in their bulbs, a chair facing for company instead of turned away for a dejected lordling to sulk in.
He looks better, freshened up. It's easier to feel good about his health when his clothes aren't damp with blood serving as a reminder of the terrible things that had happened to them.
Smiling softly, Rosella heads inside with her tray, moving to the table and setting it down while she starts to unpack the cups and saucers she'd put together.]
I see you've amassed a whole stack of books. Does that mean you've found something?