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Oh yes. Often, really. I always admired it. She had excellent taste. Bit of a perfectionist, her.

[starmark]

admired that she was fancy?

what else did you like about her

[reposing]

When I was a child, I thought she was very refined. Her poise, her clothing, the paint on her face.
If you'd like, I could draw a picture of her for you.

[starmark]

you should
draw a picture of her i mean

maybe i could come by and see it

[reposing]

You'll probably want to come over anyway. Isn't it Sanguis?

[starmark]

i don't JUST want to see you because it's sanguis

maybe i didn't want that to be the excuse this time

[reposing]

I know. I'm teasing you, Jojo.
I want to see you anyway. I will always want to see you.
Come over when you would like. You're always welcome.

[starmark]

asshole

it'll take me a little while to get there
i'm in caihong right now

also
sanguis did something different this time
not sure if it's better or worse than the wolf

[reposing]

Oh?
What difference is there this time?

[starmark]

well
i've got horns instead of ears
and a lot of scales
teeth and claws are pretty much the same

feels a lot calmer though
the wolf was always kind of wild
hungry

this is just...steady

[reposing]

It sounds as though that if anything it's a pleasant change.
A wolf's nature is difficult to tame.

I look forward to seeing you this way, then.

[starmark]

you liked the wolf though didn't you
seems to me like you tamed it pretty well

i'll be over soon

[reposing]

I certainly do, but I'd rather you have an easier time of it.

Good. Shall I have some food set aside for you?

[starmark]

sure
i'll let you feed me
sounds like fun

["Soon", however, is a bit of an overstatement; it's a good twenty or thirty minutes before Jotaro finally arrives, bearing a large bag that, from the shape of it, seems reasonably full. For once, he's not wearing his uniform, and the reason for that is immediately apparent — the lumps beneath the back of his coat, the scale-covered tail curling like a whip lash behind him.

On his head, a pair of ridged horns extend out and back, disguised at the base by his thick curls, his hat fitted neatly between them. The armored scales he's developed are almost ethereally beautiful, resembling black fire opal — each one jet black until the light hits it and sets off starbursts of color within.

Unchanged, or seemingly so, are his eyes — still green, but now unnaturally so. Green with magic and with power.

But he's calm, and he's unafraid, and the changes don't seem to ruffle him; he knocks at the door with ease, waiting patiently to be admitted.]

[reposing]

[When Alucard opens the door, the scent of a heavy chicken broth wafts from the kitchen, and for good reason: he's made some udon, or rather the closest he could get to. However, when he looks at Jotaro, he has to settle his own senses. He smells like... magic and fire, a familiar old feeling.]

You're a dragon. [He blurts it out, looking fascinated but also confused.] Or-- the closest equivalent to one.

Please, come in. [Alucard glances down at the bag, curious, but preferring to let Jotaro inside.

It's become a bit closer to a home within. Before, the apartment had been more sterile outside of the coffin he occasionally sleeps in, or the bed he uses. Now, at least, he has a desk he's been drawing at. No other real artistic tools yet, but he's been clearly drawing places out of memory or imagination. A lot of it is clearly either Alucard's mother or the castle.

There is one of Jotaro, peeking out from all of the other strewn pages.]

[starmark]

[A dragon. From the moment that Alucard names it aloud, he's certain that the assessment is correct, like a small epiphany triggered by the words being spoken. It doesn't just explain the physical features, which he'd stared at in the mirror for a while before accepting them almost suspiciously too easily. It explains the impassiveness, and the confidence. The wolf had always felt restless, pacing, predatory. The dragon doesn't need to; it's a predator of an entirely different caliber.]

Smells amazing in here...

[Another new discovery. He's less scent-oriented now than he's been in the past; maybe that's to be expected. But his attention to detail is so much sharper, now that he's not being overpowered by territorial instincts; he notices the changes to the apartment almost immediately, and mulls over the changes they're indicative of in Alucard as well.]

Mm. Does it bother you? All this.

[There's something odd, though, about his voice. The cadence and inflection are all the same, but where the wolf had occasionally given him a rumbling growl, it's been replaced by something melodic and compelling.]

[reposing]

No, not at all. I suppose I just didn't know what to quite expect. Interesting that Sanguis would give you features of a creature so powerful.

[If anything, Alucard feels more at ease. The compulsion, he wonders about it. Maybe he's overthinking it, but also he isn't remotely concerned. This is Jotaro, and he trusts him completely.]

Have you encountered any of your friends like this?

[starmark]

Nah. I know a couple people who are Sanguis like me, but I've never seen any of them with scales. Kinda threw me for a loop a little, I was just starting to get used to the fur.

[He draws in a deep, slow breath, in through his mouth and out through his nose like he's savoring the taste of the air he breathes.]

Food first, or do you want to see what I brought you?

[reposing]

[He should have known that Jotaro was up to something with all of those questions. Of course he got Alucard something.

Smiling fondly, he reaches out to cup the side of Jotaro's face. It's still him, wonderfully.]

Sit, eat. Then you may spoil me.

[starmark]

All right. But come here first.

[His eyes flash that ethereal green as he reaches for Alucard right back, drawing him close and into his arms. It's the same Sanguis possessiveness, still there as always, but now gently covetous, as though he's handling a favorite dragonish treasure.]

Like it when you smile.

[The tips of his claws run lightly over Alucard's back, blunted by the fabric of his shirt.]

[reposing]

[Easily, he goes in, finding himself in Jotaro's arms. He drapes one around Jotaro's shoulders, leaning in to brush his forehead against the other man's.]

Even when I'm being an asshole?

[Ah, that feels nice. He sighs, arching his back slightly.]

[starmark]

Especially when you're being an asshole. That's when your fangs come out.

[Now that's a satisfying sound, Alucard's sigh. More than motivation enough to run his claws over his back again, and elicit more of the same.]

But you know that feeling, right? You like it when I show my teeth, too.

[reposing]

[More of that almost makes him shiver, and he relaxes in Jotaro's arms, gazing at him with his golden eyes. He's always a handsome man, but Jotaro's eyes are especially beautiful right now.]

I do. The way you smile, it goes to your eyes.

I like it when I can make you laugh.

[starmark]

You're good at it.

[It feels like electricity crackling, the sensation of having his gaze held by the sight of Alucard's eyes. For a second it's like he's paralyzed, lost in looking at him, caught up in a feeling he can't quite explain. But as swiftly as it came, the odd sensation releases, and when he regains control of himself again, he wastes no time in bending and hooking an arm behind Alucard's knees, sweeping him up into his arms.

Payback for that day on the highest tower in Prisma, probably. Also because he wants to eat, but he also doesn't want to let go of Alucard, and this is the most efficient way of accomplishing both.]

You've been redecorating. And drawing. Did you get inspired lately?

[reposing]

[Before he can say another word, Jotaro is picking him up like he's some delicate maiden. Which is probably fair since he did the same, but it did just seem convenient to carry Jotaro around then too.

WELL. Whatever. He's going to let him. They can just carry each other around.]

I wanted to try to let myself just... settle. For awhile. I know being in Lunatia likely won't be permanent, but I wasn't interested in treating the space too indifferently.