[She settles back down again. She's silent for a long few seconds, and then:]
On paper, he should be everything I despise. Sometimes, he is. He's arrogant and patronizing and thinks too highly of himself. Even tonight, he was utterly-- I had typed out that entire rant and of course it sent to him, and the ass had the audacity to not only read it, but ask for elaboration. And then, when I yelled at him for it, he--
[She scowls.]
I should loathe him. Instead, I find myself drawn to him. And I dislike that.
There are times in which we find qualities in others to be bothersome or distressing, but there are other things we enjoy about them regardless. It can be irritating, I understand.
[She huffs a sigh and turns, pressing more firmly against him.]
He's intelligent. A dry sense of humor, which suits me. Helpful, in his quieter moments. Not as sadistic as he pretends, though more sadistic than the average man.
[She tips her head, burying her face against his neck.]
Why are we discussing this? Why don't you talk about your painting, or the fact you can turn into a bat, or the fact you're a coward when faced with a woman in her nightgown--
Now first of all, I feel like I have a proper fear of an angry woman in a nightgown when I know she is fierce and not to be trifled with, so you're welcome for that one.
[She shifts again. This seems to be a theme of the night, she's going to just shift and squirm until she's atop him fully, resting her chin on his chest. One bare leg kicks up idly, as she absently waves a hand til his overly large sleeve slides down her arm.]
I'm not thanking you.
[But she has to think about that. A wolf, a bat, and mist. One of those things is not like the other, but rather than the million and one questions that would normally come, she simply hums.]
[She stares at him for a long few seconds. He's enormous (or perhaps just the size of an average wolf, which are also enormous, whatever), and her instincts are demanding she not go anywhere near it. But--]
Your shapeshifting needs to study up on conservation of mass.
[Tentatively, she reaches for him, her fingers brushing very lightly against his belly.]
[She laughs softly, a little incredulous-- but when it becomes clear Adrian absolutely means it, she sits up a little more. Tugging his shirt lower on her thighs, she puts a hand flat against his belly, rubbing firmly.]
You're ridiculous. Is that you, Adrian, or is that the wolf's instincts?
[Well, alas, Rosalind won't get much of a response because he's too busy being a wolf getting a belly rub. That's pretty important. His tail is thumping pretty happily, for what it's worth!]
[She rolls her eyes, but her hand doesn't stop, so how exasperated can she really be. She does lean up against him a little, getting comfortable.]
Robert would love this, you know.
[She murmurs it.]
We never had a pet. We never had time, and it wasn't particularly safe in our home. But he loved . . . oh, things like this. Children and animals. Things he could make happy so easily. Sometimes . . . mm, sometimes I think he wanted to do it because he felt so badly for our youth . . . but other times I think he simply enjoyed them for their own sake.
[She tips her head down, resting against his belly.]
But. He wouldn't do well in this city. So it's good I'm the one here.
[The tail thumping calms and carefully Alucard's golden eyes watch Rosalind, listening to her. How she talks about Robert, the softness in her voice. How fond she is of him.
He understands, a little. He had a taste in a way. Though he loves Sypha and Trevor, D understood him in another way that no one else ever will.
Alucard curls around her a little, his tail wagging lightly, more rhythmically to show his content.]
[She's silent for a little while, content to give him scritches and nothing more. But then:]
I had a cat once.
[She should probably stop talking about Adrian as if he's a pet, but. Here they are.]
And a horse, technically, but I never liked it. I never really saw the point of either of them, honestly. They were given to me because I ought to have, because I was a girl. Girls get kittens; boys get hunting dogs.
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[She waves a hand impatiently, scowling at the wall. She's silent for a long while, and then tips her head up, looking at him.]
You realize, Adrian, if you speak a word of this, I'll ruin you. I can, at this point. It wouldn't be difficult.
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Rosalind, you have my word, I shall not whisper a single thing that you mention to anyone else.
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[She settles back down again. She's silent for a long few seconds, and then:]
On paper, he should be everything I despise. Sometimes, he is. He's arrogant and patronizing and thinks too highly of himself. Even tonight, he was utterly-- I had typed out that entire rant and of course it sent to him, and the ass had the audacity to not only read it, but ask for elaboration. And then, when I yelled at him for it, he--
[She scowls.]
I should loathe him. Instead, I find myself drawn to him. And I dislike that.
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What do you like about this man?
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[She says it terribly blithely.]
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Anything else?
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He's intelligent. A dry sense of humor, which suits me. Helpful, in his quieter moments. Not as sadistic as he pretends, though more sadistic than the average man.
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Well, at least he seems to have some redeeming qualities. What would you demand of him, regardless of whether or not it was possible?
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[She tips her head, burying her face against his neck.]
Why are we discussing this? Why don't you talk about your painting, or the fact you can turn into a bat, or the fact you're a coward when faced with a woman in her nightgown--
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[But he smiles and kisses the top of her head.]
If you want to discuss something else, we can.
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I gave you a variety of topics.
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And I can also turn into a wolf. And mist.
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I'm not thanking you.
[But she has to think about that. A wolf, a bat, and mist. One of those things is not like the other, but rather than the million and one questions that would normally come, she simply hums.]
That must be convenient. How big is the wolf?
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[And he lets her, because it doesn't bother him and he rather likes a good snuggle.]
A bit bigger than a normal wolf, I suppose? I can show you sometime. Or now, I'm told I'm quite fluffy.
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[She waves a hand, lazily imperious.]
Show me. Do it.
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The eyes are still golden. The scar is still there. It's still very much Alucard. He lays next to Rosalind, tail wagging.]
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[She stares at him for a long few seconds. He's enormous (or perhaps just the size of an average wolf, which are also enormous, whatever), and her instincts are demanding she not go anywhere near it. But--]
Your shapeshifting needs to study up on conservation of mass.
[Tentatively, she reaches for him, her fingers brushing very lightly against his belly.]
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Oh. Belly rubs. With a wriggle, Alucard is definitely getting onto his back because absolutely please.]
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You're ridiculous. Is that you, Adrian, or is that the wolf's instincts?
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[She rolls her eyes, but her hand doesn't stop, so how exasperated can she really be. She does lean up against him a little, getting comfortable.]
Robert would love this, you know.
[She murmurs it.]
We never had a pet. We never had time, and it wasn't particularly safe in our home. But he loved . . . oh, things like this. Children and animals. Things he could make happy so easily. Sometimes . . . mm, sometimes I think he wanted to do it because he felt so badly for our youth . . . but other times I think he simply enjoyed them for their own sake.
[She tips her head down, resting against his belly.]
But. He wouldn't do well in this city. So it's good I'm the one here.
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He understands, a little. He had a taste in a way. Though he loves Sypha and Trevor, D understood him in another way that no one else ever will.
Alucard curls around her a little, his tail wagging lightly, more rhythmically to show his content.]
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I had a cat once.
[She should probably stop talking about Adrian as if he's a pet, but. Here they are.]
And a horse, technically, but I never liked it. I never really saw the point of either of them, honestly. They were given to me because I ought to have, because I was a girl. Girls get kittens; boys get hunting dogs.