[When he returns, in his hands is a bowl of hot stew. He considers for a moment, then sets it to the nightstand. How long has she traveled, he wonders. Where could she possibly be from that demands the use of magic? If she is being truthful, that is.
As Alucard leaves, another moment goes by before he returns with a bit of fresh bread and water to join the stew, as well as a proper candle. There's a pause, then he reaches out to touch Rosella's shoulder to wake her. She'll eat, then he'll leave her be. Better to have a hot meal to sooth her stomach before she has proper sleep.]
[It's a testament to her tiredness that she doesn't stir a bit, even when Alucard enters the room, then leaves, then returns again a second time. It's equally a testament to her nerves that when he touches her shoulder, she jolts awake, pushing herself up and looking around quickly like a disoriented, frightened animal trying to get her bearings in a hurry.
As her heart rate slows, she starts to realize that something smells particularly lovely all of a sudden, and that's around when she recognizes Alucard and the meal he's brought with him.]
Oh. I'm — so sorry, I'd only thought to close my eyes for...a minute.
[She rubs at her eyes, pushing herself into a more comfortable position sitting on the edge of the mattress.]
Thank you, mi— ...er, Alucard. Would you care to sit a moment, if you've no other pressing business to attend to?
[Why is she extending such an invitation when surely he must want nothing to do with her? Old manners die hard, she supposes. Even amid a crisis, she'd been taught well, and can't help but mind herself.]
[The reaction is telling, but then, how could it not be? She is a girl carrying a talisman meant to ward off beasts. Though at least it does not seem to repel Alucard, but perhaps it takes more concentration to use than that. In any case, the fear in her eyes is something he recognizes, but he does not comment, even if it tugs at what strings of empathy he has left.]
Despite everything, you want my company? [He says it wryly, a bit amused.] I've threatened death more than once, and you aim to work as a servant for a handful of days. You are an odd one.
But true, I've no pressing matters at the moment.
[He pulls up a chair. It creaks, old, but still strong.]
No odder than a master who takes the time to wait on his servants, instead of the other way around.
[As if by way of indication, she retrieves the bowl of hot stew and spends a second just holding it a minute, like she's warming her hands off the meal's residual heat. Even without taking a bite, the hearty smell alone returns a little color to her face.]
...Anyway, I don't like eating alone.
[But she does like eating, very much, and so she briskly sets to, reminding herself not to get overeager and give herself a stomachache from shoveling the stew into her mouth too fast.]
[It's probably not very wise to be giving Wicked Overlord lessons to the person who was ready to kill her just an hour ago, and who may still kill her three days from now, and who doesn't seem to be very good at it in the meantime. But still, common sense goes further than just self-preservation, and no one ever raised her not to speak her mind.]
...We always had jokes, at supper. Riddles and recitations. Sometimes I had to be quiet — children must be seen and not heard, as the saying goes — but most of the time there was merriment. I never had the quickest wit at the table, but not for lack of trying. It's just that there was no besting my father, is all.
[She pokes at her stew, eating another few spoonfuls as if to cover up some slight bashfulness at her own candor.]
And have to step over your collapsed body from both hunger and exhaustion? I'd rather not.
[But her point remains, feeble his excuses are. He cannot argue more than that. For now, he humors her, wishing he would not relish the company he has now. It's a dangerous game, one he should not be risking to begin with.]
[Well, all right, no pressure at all, then. Just a matter of finding a properly funny joke on an instant's notice, and hoping that she's guessed right about the lord of the castle's sense of humor — and that he even has one at all, to begin with.]
Well...d'you know what a ghost's favorite meal is?
[She lowers her bowl into her lap a minute, focusing on him while she waits.]
[All of a sudden, the notion of telling jokes at all suddenly seems ridiculous and absolutely certain to fall flat. But there had been a court jester in Daventry for years and years, and if there was one thing that Dagonet had always stood by, it was that a good delivery can rescue a poor joke, but even the best of jokes won't land if the delivery is halfhearted.
So, rather than letting self-consciousness get the better of her in the moment, she opts to simply grin at him instead.]
[Silence fills the room for a moment. Whatever Alucard had been expecting, it was perhaps not that. He looks confused for a moment, then snorts softly.
Eventually, he adds wryly:] A ghastly joke, to be sure.
[There, again — he won't laugh outright, it seems, but he's not immune to mirth entirely. He'd done similarly when she'd sneezed, before, and even if it's not a hearty, deep belly laugh, it's still a reaction.
A monster wouldn't laugh, she thinks vaguely, and returns to eating her stew. A beast this Alucard may be, and a wild one at that, but a monster he's not.]
[How much, she wonders, is safe to say? He'd caught on to her reluctance to mention her homeland or anything of how she'd made it onto his doorstep. But just to speak of them in general should be all right, she supposes, so long as she's careful.
Besides, it's progress enough that he seems interested at all. Interested enough to ask, at least. It's better than wanting nothing to do with her, or seeking to add her to the ranks of his other visitors outside.]
...Yes, that's right. My parents, and a brother.
[Not a twin brother, she reminds herself. That's a touch too specific, as identifying descriptions go.]
Likely they're looking for me by now. Surely my brother, but perhaps my father too. It...wasn't that I left home, exactly, so much as it is I was taken from it.
[A family to lose, if he's interpreting it right. Taken away in such a manner that she needs magic, which is absurd to him, unless it was indeed very far away.
It tugs a bit at his heart strings, but then he internally recoils. No, he knows better. Don't open yourself, don't empathize, damn it. She's here for a reason. Even if it isn't to hurt him, he still doesn't owe her a damned thing.]
With magic, you were taken away. And with magic, you look to return.
[She ducks her head, fixing her eyes on the dwindling portion of stew in the bowl. It's mostly only broth left, and a few smaller pieces of venison and vegetable. She'll finish it in a minute, but for the most part she's all but inhaled what was given her, and she is starting to feel better for it.
How strange, that a kindness as small as a bowl of soup can make such a strong memory in one's mind. Even now she remembers the kindly dwarf in Tamir, filling two bowls for himself, then directing her unexpectedly to take one of them for herself.]
Have you ever met someone who seems larger than life, even though you know deep down that they're still only a person like everyone else? The sort of person who can do anything, who...always seems to know what to do, no matter how grave the danger or strange the peril.
[There are a few people that suit that description, but more than anything he certainly thinks of Dracula. Literally larger than most people would ever be, imposing and powerful -- but still a man who mattered to his family. Who was a good husband, a good father. Whose end was miserable and sad.
That's my father. I always thought he could do anything.
[She laughs a little, just under her breath.]
Most of the time, I was right. I only ever saw him look helpless once.
[She stirs her stew thoughtfully, then moves the spoon to the side and picks it up to finish it outright, tipping the rest of the cooling broth into her mouth before setting the empty bowl back onto the nightstand.]
It's hard not to feel as though, if he were in this predicament instead of me, he'd have found his way home already. Contrived some means. Nothing could possibly keep him away.
[Isn't that just how he feels about Dracula? So strong, only weakened by how much he loved his wife. But then, too, Dracula chose his wife over everything else. A tragedy.
He takes the bowl, thinking to himself.]
No living person is flawless. Despite how we might admire them. Unless he is a powerful magician himself-- [unlikely, she is just a peasant] --then he would be trapped in similar circumstances.
[She smiles sadly, saying nothing for a moment. Alexander had been nothing remotely close to a powerful magician when he'd started out, yet he'd mastered it for himself out of simple necessity. Daddy, too — picking up a wand to challenge Mordack, casting spells like he'd been born to it after a few minutes' study of the right book. Rationally, she knows full well that those were successes of opportunity moreso than effort — access to magic does tend to be the first step toward mastering it, after all — but still, it's hard not to feel a little hopeless, setting her own experiences next to theirs.
Surely Alucard has magic in this castle. All too surely, it'll be behind one of those doors he locks, or in the hold he's forbidden her to enter. He'll know if she goes in, and will kill her — she believes that beyond a shadow of a doubt. But maybe there's still something she can do, some means she can find, and facilitate her own escape.
At least she's brave. Bravery and determination seem like the only things she's got going for her right now, all things considered.]
I know. I suppose it's just that I miss him so, I'm growing fanciful.
[She folds her hands in her lap, reflexively shifting to sit more primly, with unconscious poise and dignity.]
This is the most I've talked to anyone since I was taken. It's...nice.
When was the last time Alucard had talked to anyone? He can't even remember. He's spent so long by himself. This must be the first conversation he's had in sometime. Has it been months or years? Long enough for the bones of Sumi and Taka to have been picked clean, their skeletons bleached white in the sun. Long enough that the dressing gowns are but tattered cloth.
Too long.]
To what purpose would someone have taken a peasant girl?
[Her nose wrinkles, her pretty face twisting into an expression of open disgust. She almost can't help herself as she replies, the loathing all but dripping from every word.]
Why does any disgusting old wizard snatch up an unsuspecting girl? To keep his house for him, I suppose, or to cut me up for parts in some spell, or —
[...Ah. She'd never actually said it was a wizard that'd taken her, had she...]
[His voice is wry, his brow arching at Rosella. If it took magic to snatch her away, then it was a reasonable conclusion. Regardless, this simply confirms it.]
How curious. You are a lady of many secrets it seems, Rosella.
[Though perhaps for her own safety. Is that something he could truly blame?]
[Her body language shifts almost imperceptibly, now. Where once she'd been comfortable and poised, now she's curled in on herself just a fraction, like she's steeling herself for a fright that she knows is only moments away.]
It's just I didn't know at first if you were acquainted with him. He wears a black cloak, just like you do.
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As Alucard leaves, another moment goes by before he returns with a bit of fresh bread and water to join the stew, as well as a proper candle. There's a pause, then he reaches out to touch Rosella's shoulder to wake her. She'll eat, then he'll leave her be. Better to have a hot meal to sooth her stomach before she has proper sleep.]
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As her heart rate slows, she starts to realize that something smells particularly lovely all of a sudden, and that's around when she recognizes Alucard and the meal he's brought with him.]
Oh. I'm — so sorry, I'd only thought to close my eyes for...a minute.
[She rubs at her eyes, pushing herself into a more comfortable position sitting on the edge of the mattress.]
Thank you, mi— ...er, Alucard. Would you care to sit a moment, if you've no other pressing business to attend to?
[Why is she extending such an invitation when surely he must want nothing to do with her? Old manners die hard, she supposes. Even amid a crisis, she'd been taught well, and can't help but mind herself.]
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Despite everything, you want my company? [He says it wryly, a bit amused.] I've threatened death more than once, and you aim to work as a servant for a handful of days. You are an odd one.
But true, I've no pressing matters at the moment.
[He pulls up a chair. It creaks, old, but still strong.]
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[As if by way of indication, she retrieves the bowl of hot stew and spends a second just holding it a minute, like she's warming her hands off the meal's residual heat. Even without taking a bite, the hearty smell alone returns a little color to her face.]
...Anyway, I don't like eating alone.
[But she does like eating, very much, and so she briskly sets to, reminding herself not to get overeager and give herself a stomachache from shoveling the stew into her mouth too fast.]
This is marvelous. You made this yourself?
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[But he understands a bit. Not wanting to eat alone. Maybe that's why pathetically he'll talk to dolls of old familiar faces.
...He should probably hide those.]
Yes. It doesn't offer me much nutrition, but I enjoy food.
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[It's probably not very wise to be giving Wicked Overlord lessons to the person who was ready to kill her just an hour ago, and who may still kill her three days from now, and who doesn't seem to be very good at it in the meantime. But still, common sense goes further than just self-preservation, and no one ever raised her not to speak her mind.]
...We always had jokes, at supper. Riddles and recitations. Sometimes I had to be quiet — children must be seen and not heard, as the saying goes — but most of the time there was merriment. I never had the quickest wit at the table, but not for lack of trying. It's just that there was no besting my father, is all.
[She pokes at her stew, eating another few spoonfuls as if to cover up some slight bashfulness at her own candor.]
Do you like jokes?
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[But her point remains, feeble his excuses are. He cannot argue more than that. For now, he humors her, wishing he would not relish the company he has now. It's a dangerous game, one he should not be risking to begin with.]
I like funny jokes. So you may do your best.
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Well...d'you know what a ghost's favorite meal is?
[She lowers her bowl into her lap a minute, focusing on him while she waits.]
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No. Do enlighten me, please.
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So, rather than letting self-consciousness get the better of her in the moment, she opts to simply grin at him instead.]
Ghost toast! With boo-berry jam, of course.
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Eventually, he adds wryly:] A ghastly joke, to be sure.
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[There, again — he won't laugh outright, it seems, but he's not immune to mirth entirely. He'd done similarly when she'd sneezed, before, and even if it's not a hearty, deep belly laugh, it's still a reaction.
A monster wouldn't laugh, she thinks vaguely, and returns to eating her stew. A beast this Alucard may be, and a wild one at that, but a monster he's not.]
...Perhaps I'll tell you a better one tomorrow.
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[There's a moment as he considers, letting her enjoy her stew before he chooses to speak again.]
You have family waiting for you. Yes?
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Besides, it's progress enough that he seems interested at all. Interested enough to ask, at least. It's better than wanting nothing to do with her, or seeking to add her to the ranks of his other visitors outside.]
...Yes, that's right. My parents, and a brother.
[Not a twin brother, she reminds herself. That's a touch too specific, as identifying descriptions go.]
Likely they're looking for me by now. Surely my brother, but perhaps my father too. It...wasn't that I left home, exactly, so much as it is I was taken from it.
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It tugs a bit at his heart strings, but then he internally recoils. No, he knows better. Don't open yourself, don't empathize, damn it. She's here for a reason. Even if it isn't to hurt him, he still doesn't owe her a damned thing.]
With magic, you were taken away. And with magic, you look to return.
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[She ducks her head, fixing her eyes on the dwindling portion of stew in the bowl. It's mostly only broth left, and a few smaller pieces of venison and vegetable. She'll finish it in a minute, but for the most part she's all but inhaled what was given her, and she is starting to feel better for it.
How strange, that a kindness as small as a bowl of soup can make such a strong memory in one's mind. Even now she remembers the kindly dwarf in Tamir, filling two bowls for himself, then directing her unexpectedly to take one of them for herself.]
Have you ever met someone who seems larger than life, even though you know deep down that they're still only a person like everyone else? The sort of person who can do anything, who...always seems to know what to do, no matter how grave the danger or strange the peril.
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Alucard glances away.]
Perhaps I do.
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[She laughs a little, just under her breath.]
Most of the time, I was right. I only ever saw him look helpless once.
[She stirs her stew thoughtfully, then moves the spoon to the side and picks it up to finish it outright, tipping the rest of the cooling broth into her mouth before setting the empty bowl back onto the nightstand.]
It's hard not to feel as though, if he were in this predicament instead of me, he'd have found his way home already. Contrived some means. Nothing could possibly keep him away.
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He takes the bowl, thinking to himself.]
No living person is flawless. Despite how we might admire them. Unless he is a powerful magician himself-- [unlikely, she is just a peasant] --then he would be trapped in similar circumstances.
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Surely Alucard has magic in this castle. All too surely, it'll be behind one of those doors he locks, or in the hold he's forbidden her to enter. He'll know if she goes in, and will kill her — she believes that beyond a shadow of a doubt. But maybe there's still something she can do, some means she can find, and facilitate her own escape.
At least she's brave. Bravery and determination seem like the only things she's got going for her right now, all things considered.]
I know. I suppose it's just that I miss him so, I'm growing fanciful.
[She folds her hands in her lap, reflexively shifting to sit more primly, with unconscious poise and dignity.]
This is the most I've talked to anyone since I was taken. It's...nice.
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When was the last time Alucard had talked to anyone? He can't even remember. He's spent so long by himself. This must be the first conversation he's had in sometime. Has it been months or years? Long enough for the bones of Sumi and Taka to have been picked clean, their skeletons bleached white in the sun. Long enough that the dressing gowns are but tattered cloth.
Too long.]
To what purpose would someone have taken a peasant girl?
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Why does any disgusting old wizard snatch up an unsuspecting girl? To keep his house for him, I suppose, or to cut me up for parts in some spell, or —
[...Ah. She'd never actually said it was a wizard that'd taken her, had she...]
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[His voice is wry, his brow arching at Rosella. If it took magic to snatch her away, then it was a reasonable conclusion. Regardless, this simply confirms it.]
How curious. You are a lady of many secrets it seems, Rosella.
[Though perhaps for her own safety. Is that something he could truly blame?]
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[Her body language shifts almost imperceptibly, now. Where once she'd been comfortable and poised, now she's curled in on herself just a fraction, like she's steeling herself for a fright that she knows is only moments away.]
It's just I didn't know at first if you were acquainted with him. He wears a black cloak, just like you do.
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Unfortunately for you, black cloaks are quite the common standard for most people.
[Alucard shrugs.]
I cannot be a hypocrite when you are protecting yourself, I suppose.
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