["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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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?
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?
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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?
[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.
[The mention of the transient nature of Lunatia nags at him like an unscratchable itch, one that he dwells on as he takes Alucard over to the table and sets him down neatly on its edge before dropping into a chair himself — the same one he'd used the last time he was here, which he's now started to think of nebulously as his own.]
...I don't know what's going to happen to me after this. Avdol's going to try to change the future when he goes back, so maybe I won't even exist. It'll be some other Jotaro, then. Different experiences.
[He hums softly, fingers dragging over Alucard's knee.]
The future is always uncertain and impossible to determine. I naively thought that my parents would be around much longer, truthfully.
Perhaps we both could stand to ignore the past and future alike, and worry only for the present. I want to enjoy our days together for as long as we can.
[His hand reaches down, catching Jotaro's, squeezing it.]
Which means you should eat your lunch, and think little else.
[And he does, a hint of it touching the edge of his mouth when his hand is squeezed, and he runs his thumb over the rise and fall of Alucard's knuckles in return.]
[Something that could make him blush, but he hasn't fed recently enough for that to show. It's almost a shame. So, include, his head ducks slightly, but he smiles anyway.
One last squeeze, then he lets go of Jotaro's hand, slipping away to first make sure his lunch is indeed set, bowl of udon with chicken in it and chopsticks set aside. The bag is grabbed along the way.]
And what have you given me, my dragon? [He opens the bag.]
[Oh. He probably deserves that, after letting "little bat" slip out of his mouth last triple moon, but he can't help but find himself strangely pleased with the endearment, anyway. Naturally, at the moment it fits in a highly literal sense, but there are worse things to be associated with than a dragon, really. Like the reward that comes to a koi that swam upstream. Yeah, that's not bad at all.
Still, it makes him blush, and he's quick to duck his head into the bowl of noodles and try to bury it beneath the brim of his hat. It's not particularly successful.]
Caihong's a pretty interesting place.
[He says, through a mouthful of noodles. Still, it's better than slurping just to be annoying, so he's improving.
Topmost in the bag, resting on a thin sheet of translucent tissue paper, sits a comb with flowers in hues of black and red, nestled near a more elaborate piece. Beneath those both is a mass of folded silk that proves to be a robe in roughly Alucard's size, clearly chosen to match.]
[The gifts are more than he was expecting. They're beautiful, he thinks to himself. Such things he would never find in Wallachia, making him think distantly of how he did indeed admire Cho and her people's culture and fabrics, such a rich history that he was fascinated by. So different than Wallachia and lands around it.]
They're beautiful, Jojo.
[He holds the gifts close to himself, then he leans in quickly to kiss Jotaro's temple.]
If I eat all of this before you're back, am I allowed to have seconds?
[But there's something powerfully satisfying in the way that Alucard clutches his gifts, as he clings to them in a way that suggests quiet delight. It's such a change from the Alucard who wanted to shut himself up in his coffin and sleep until he wasted away. That's the part that makes it all worth it — that single flash of pleasure reflected in his dhampir who sometimes looks so sad.
The kiss surprises him, not in and of itself, but with the abrupt flood of Chroma that seems to wash over him the moment it makes contact. Sanguis is always a bit like that, he knows, but this...this is something amplified, something far more potent than usual.]
Of course. I hardly need it. If you're still hungry, then it's all yours.
[Alucard slips away. Maybe it should have occurred to him sooner how much Jotaro had been looking for opportunities to do something for him. When he offered to rent them a hotel, or how evidently they'd been dating long before Alucard had been compelled to ask for it.
He'll have to do something in return, clearly.
The clothing is different than he's used to, but he likes the material against his skin. Before Lunatia, there was a certain need to appear regal, older than he really was. Here, he's spent days in various soft clothing that's apparently just night clothes, but now he has something more refined.
He takes his time. It isn't as formal as Cho's attire, but he still likes the matching set that Jotaro's taken for him. The comb slides in easily to his hair after he arranges it up in a tail. It feels... nice. More pampering for himself than he's done in quite sometime.
And he steps out, unable to help but feel the material in his fingers.]
[It's downright embarrassing how abruptly he reacts when Alucard makes his return, when he knows full well what's coming. It's just — there's such a difference between imagination and reality, and the reality is so, so much better than anything he could've possibly come up with on his own.
He's seen Alucard dressed up before, at the Firialia Ball and around, but he's never been dressed up like this. And he'd be lying if he said there hadn't been a small measure of hesitation in the Caihong shop when he'd been drawn to pieces ostensibly meant for beautiful women, but had proven unable to resist choosing them anyway in spite of that.
But Alucard doesn't look like a woman. He just looks stunning, draped in a fabric and pattern that enhance his natural (perhaps supernatural) beauty, with accessories to match. And evidently he feels comfortable enough in it, or he wouldn't be relaxed enough to fiddle and play with the material upon his return.]
Holy shit.
[He put his hair up; it draws attention to his neck, slender and pale, and Jotaro's definitely not a vampire but all of a sudden he can kind of see where parts of the neck appeal come from.]
Is it soft? Do you like it? You look...incredible.
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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
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A wolf's nature is difficult to tame.
I look forward to seeing you this way, then.
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seems to me like you tamed it pretty well
i'll be over soon
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Good. Shall I have some food set aside for you?
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[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?
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[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?
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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.
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[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.]
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Even when I'm being an asshole?
[Ah, that feels nice. He sighs, arching his back slightly.]
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[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.
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I do. The way you smile, it goes to your eyes.
I like it when I can make you laugh.
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[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?
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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.
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[The mention of the transient nature of Lunatia nags at him like an unscratchable itch, one that he dwells on as he takes Alucard over to the table and sets him down neatly on its edge before dropping into a chair himself — the same one he'd used the last time he was here, which he's now started to think of nebulously as his own.]
...I don't know what's going to happen to me after this. Avdol's going to try to change the future when he goes back, so maybe I won't even exist. It'll be some other Jotaro, then. Different experiences.
[He hums softly, fingers dragging over Alucard's knee.]
I try not to think about it too much.
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Perhaps we both could stand to ignore the past and future alike, and worry only for the present. I want to enjoy our days together for as long as we can.
[His hand reaches down, catching Jotaro's, squeezing it.]
Which means you should eat your lunch, and think little else.
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[And he does, a hint of it touching the edge of his mouth when his hand is squeezed, and he runs his thumb over the rise and fall of Alucard's knuckles in return.]
Go get the bag. Open it while I eat, okay?
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One last squeeze, then he lets go of Jotaro's hand, slipping away to first make sure his lunch is indeed set, bowl of udon with chicken in it and chopsticks set aside. The bag is grabbed along the way.]
And what have you given me, my dragon? [He opens the bag.]
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Still, it makes him blush, and he's quick to duck his head into the bowl of noodles and try to bury it beneath the brim of his hat. It's not particularly successful.]
Caihong's a pretty interesting place.
[He says, through a mouthful of noodles. Still, it's better than slurping just to be annoying, so he's improving.
Topmost in the bag, resting on a thin sheet of translucent tissue paper, sits a comb with flowers in hues of black and red, nestled near a more elaborate piece. Beneath those both is a mass of folded silk that proves to be a robe in roughly Alucard's size, clearly chosen to match.]
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They're beautiful, Jojo.
[He holds the gifts close to himself, then he leans in quickly to kiss Jotaro's temple.]
Stay. Eat. I want to try these while you're here.
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[But there's something powerfully satisfying in the way that Alucard clutches his gifts, as he clings to them in a way that suggests quiet delight. It's such a change from the Alucard who wanted to shut himself up in his coffin and sleep until he wasted away. That's the part that makes it all worth it — that single flash of pleasure reflected in his dhampir who sometimes looks so sad.
The kiss surprises him, not in and of itself, but with the abrupt flood of Chroma that seems to wash over him the moment it makes contact. Sanguis is always a bit like that, he knows, but this...this is something amplified, something far more potent than usual.]
Go on, then. I won't go anywhere.
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[Alucard slips away. Maybe it should have occurred to him sooner how much Jotaro had been looking for opportunities to do something for him. When he offered to rent them a hotel, or how evidently they'd been dating long before Alucard had been compelled to ask for it.
He'll have to do something in return, clearly.
The clothing is different than he's used to, but he likes the material against his skin. Before Lunatia, there was a certain need to appear regal, older than he really was. Here, he's spent days in various soft clothing that's apparently just night clothes, but now he has something more refined.
He takes his time. It isn't as formal as Cho's attire, but he still likes the matching set that Jotaro's taken for him. The comb slides in easily to his hair after he arranges it up in a tail. It feels... nice. More pampering for himself than he's done in quite sometime.
And he steps out, unable to help but feel the material in his fingers.]
As you imagined me?
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He's seen Alucard dressed up before, at the Firialia Ball and around, but he's never been dressed up like this. And he'd be lying if he said there hadn't been a small measure of hesitation in the Caihong shop when he'd been drawn to pieces ostensibly meant for beautiful women, but had proven unable to resist choosing them anyway in spite of that.
But Alucard doesn't look like a woman. He just looks stunning, draped in a fabric and pattern that enhance his natural (perhaps supernatural) beauty, with accessories to match. And evidently he feels comfortable enough in it, or he wouldn't be relaxed enough to fiddle and play with the material upon his return.]
Holy shit.
[He put his hair up; it draws attention to his neck, slender and pale, and Jotaro's definitely not a vampire but all of a sudden he can kind of see where parts of the neck appeal come from.]
Is it soft? Do you like it? You look...incredible.
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