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socksome) wrote in bakerstreet2019-04-25 10:31 am
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the picture prompt meme.
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We aren't due to leave port until dawn. If we truly wish, we could try and find an inn where we overpay for a room just for the sake of bath water.
[Alucard isn't letting go, although there is a short near-laugh at the bits of ghoul comment.]
Neither am I. It's best we get moving now then, so we give ourselves enough time.
[Alucard isn't letting go, although there is a short near-laugh at the bits of ghoul comment.]
Neither am I. It's best we get moving now then, so we give ourselves enough time.
I can only imagine how much they must cost this close to the coast.
[Travelers alone must drive up the price. She begins leading the way out of the cemetery.]
I'm certain there must be something along the way.
[And, as an amused and cheeky aside given with a glance over at him and a light swing of there connected hands between them.]
I can't promise I won't peek this time though, just so you're warned.
[Travelers alone must drive up the price. She begins leading the way out of the cemetery.]
I'm certain there must be something along the way.
[And, as an amused and cheeky aside given with a glance over at him and a light swing of there connected hands between them.]
I can't promise I won't peek this time though, just so you're warned.
Oh. How terrible to be traveling with me then, who can manage such expenses.
[It's said with a little too much drama in his voice. With fake swooning, anchored only by Maria's hand.]
Mmm, I see you peak at home too. There's no difference.
[It's said with a little too much drama in his voice. With fake swooning, anchored only by Maria's hand.]
Mmm, I see you peak at home too. There's no difference.
If I'm going to drain you of all your money, I aim to do it a little over time, thank you.
[That said, she has the good sensibilities to at least flush a little at the accusation.
It's not really so much embarrassment as him calling up distinct memories now. Don't you dare turn her on right now, you cad.]
A woman can't be blame for looking at a handsome man, can she? Besides, you enjoy it so I refuse to feel ashamed.
[That said, she has the good sensibilities to at least flush a little at the accusation.
It's not really so much embarrassment as him calling up distinct memories now. Don't you dare turn her on right now, you cad.]
A woman can't be blame for looking at a handsome man, can she? Besides, you enjoy it so I refuse to feel ashamed.
So, books over hotel rooms and temporary cleanliness. I understand very well my position here.
[This is a ridiculous discussion to be having after fighting a score of ghouls. Yet it is the one they are having as they carefully go past headstones, still hand in hand.
Ghoul guts and gravedirt. The real aphrodisiacs.]
Mmm, that's true, I do. And you're never subtle about it either.
[This is a ridiculous discussion to be having after fighting a score of ghouls. Yet it is the one they are having as they carefully go past headstones, still hand in hand.
Ghoul guts and gravedirt. The real aphrodisiacs.]
Mmm, that's true, I do. And you're never subtle about it either.
[Scoffing. Loud, put upon scoffing.]
I do try to be.
[Well, she did in the beginning at least. Even after their bed became their bed, she had the decency to at the very least not come off as absolutely desperate. He was happy and clingy enough though and goodness knew if he was going to be so ready for her touch, she was going to do an awful lot of said touching. And looking. And admiring.
... She gave up on subtlety after a while.
At this rate, she really might develop a fondness for ghoul guts and gravedirt. Perish the thought!]
I do try to be.
[Well, she did in the beginning at least. Even after their bed became their bed, she had the decency to at the very least not come off as absolutely desperate. He was happy and clingy enough though and goodness knew if he was going to be so ready for her touch, she was going to do an awful lot of said touching. And looking. And admiring.
... She gave up on subtlety after a while.
At this rate, she really might develop a fondness for ghoul guts and gravedirt. Perish the thought!]
Subtle is for people who don't share a bed with men who have vampiric hearing and senses of smells.
[She may have tried. But Alucard's senses can sometimes be a kill joy, although he always made an attempt to not notice at first. It seemed pointless in the end, because they were both so willing to fall into each other's arms when the opportunity presented itself.
The entrance gate is visible now. Alucard tuts softly, is eyes turning skyward to get a better sense of time.]
Well have five more days of traveling after this. We should consider what front we want to put on once we're in Istanbul.
[She may have tried. But Alucard's senses can sometimes be a kill joy, although he always made an attempt to not notice at first. It seemed pointless in the end, because they were both so willing to fall into each other's arms when the opportunity presented itself.
The entrance gate is visible now. Alucard tuts softly, is eyes turning skyward to get a better sense of time.]
Well have five more days of traveling after this. We should consider what front we want to put on once we're in Istanbul.
[As they pass through the gate, Maria can't help but laugh sheepishly now.]
Ah, I was doomed from the start!
[Of course she was. Hearing, smell, floating around like some kind of vampire jesus. She weeps at the idea of surprising him in any way.
At the question of fronts, Maria purses her lips a little in thought.]
We could almost pass for siblings. Then again, we would be awfully friendly siblings, wouldn't we.
[Hand in hand, strolling out of graveyards and all.]
Ah, I was doomed from the start!
[Of course she was. Hearing, smell, floating around like some kind of vampire jesus. She weeps at the idea of surprising him in any way.
At the question of fronts, Maria purses her lips a little in thought.]
We could almost pass for siblings. Then again, we would be awfully friendly siblings, wouldn't we.
[Hand in hand, strolling out of graveyards and all.]
Mmm, too besotted to think about the situation as a hunt. You could get the drop on me if you really wanted to. I know that much.
[To the horses then. They're still tied up where the two left them, the one Maria rode in on leaning down to munch at something on the ground.]
Much, much too friendly. I don't think it will fly, especially if we request one room together.
[To the horses then. They're still tied up where the two left them, the one Maria rode in on leaning down to munch at something on the ground.]
Much, much too friendly. I don't think it will fly, especially if we request one room together.
[Alas, here is where they must part hands, at least if they intend to ride those surprisingly chill horses. Maria reaches out to pat hers on the neck, the horse giving a huff.]
That's true. Two rooms would be a bit lonesome, wouldn't it.
[She just outright says it because she isn't about to play coy now. She's used to him sleeping nearby and the idea of being so separated is unpleasant.
Her brows raise up.]
Why don't we say we're either engaged or married then? It would make it fairly easy to slip off at random moments whenever we need to.
That's true. Two rooms would be a bit lonesome, wouldn't it.
[She just outright says it because she isn't about to play coy now. She's used to him sleeping nearby and the idea of being so separated is unpleasant.
Her brows raise up.]
Why don't we say we're either engaged or married then? It would make it fairly easy to slip off at random moments whenever we need to.
Edited (Phone, behave. AND THEN AGAIN HOURS LATER.) 2019-05-07 04:00 (UTC)
Oh, well, I guess I'll just have to keep a close eye on you. Slippery little thing that you are...
[ He chuckles and then takes the shampoo from her, squirting a dollop into one hand. ] Sure, sure...
[ He works up a bit of a lather between his hands and then he starts to massage it into her hair in slow strokes, fingertips dragging against her scalp. He's definitely taking his time with this - nice and easy. ]
[ He chuckles and then takes the shampoo from her, squirting a dollop into one hand. ] Sure, sure...
[ He works up a bit of a lather between his hands and then he starts to massage it into her hair in slow strokes, fingertips dragging against her scalp. He's definitely taking his time with this - nice and easy. ]
[Oh my god Spider-Man has acne. Foggy is having a small attack of Jesus Christ I Think An Infant Just Saved My Ass, but he covers it up admirably well. He is really good at covering up shit, these days, and only some of it has to do with slightly shady cases.]
Let me have the other 15 and I’ll be just fine. You know Mr. Gomez’s deli? He got a bench installed outside, we can sit there and eat donuts and I can catch you up. [A pause.] If you didn’t have someone catch you up already, I mean. I’ve got plenty of other shit to talk about if you did.
[Hahahaha no he does not. Every topic he can think of has changed in the last five years: Game of Thrones lost half its cast in the Decimation, the Met Gala has been less intense lately, there are way more vigilantes and vigilante-adjacent supports than there were five years ago, he can’t talk about his ongoing cases to Spider-Man.]
Just—don’t worry about New York for a little while, someone else can look after it while you eat donuts. Probably T—Hellcat, or Iron Fist. [The one with the sword, he means.]
Let me have the other 15 and I’ll be just fine. You know Mr. Gomez’s deli? He got a bench installed outside, we can sit there and eat donuts and I can catch you up. [A pause.] If you didn’t have someone catch you up already, I mean. I’ve got plenty of other shit to talk about if you did.
[Hahahaha no he does not. Every topic he can think of has changed in the last five years: Game of Thrones lost half its cast in the Decimation, the Met Gala has been less intense lately, there are way more vigilantes and vigilante-adjacent supports than there were five years ago, he can’t talk about his ongoing cases to Spider-Man.]
Just—don’t worry about New York for a little while, someone else can look after it while you eat donuts. Probably T—Hellcat, or Iron Fist. [The one with the sword, he means.]
[ When he catches his thoughts wandering--mostly in the dead of night, and mostly when his eyes hook on the subtle curves of the ceiling architecture, the little waves in the paneling and he traces over them like he's young again, counting the tiles on the ceiling to keep himself awake and alert--it's that reminder which pulls him back down again. It's no secret that Isabelle's body is not just for the simple pleasures of an adoring gaze, but more to try to trap it; it's a tool to draw men in, not necessarily let them back out. If he thinks about it that way, then it's no wonder that he's drawn to her the same way so many others are, in an appreciation of the dipping curves, the bronze skin, the full lips.
If he thinks about it that way, then it's embarrassing that even he falls for such a thing.
So maybe it's not that. Maybe there's more. He's never chased that thread, that tiny spark, because he's never had the courage to. Instead, it's always been like this--where his eyes brush over her not like she's something he wants to own, but something he wants to keep close.
And he hadn't expected that she'd fall for his trick--so he laughs, and the sound echoes off the walls of the pool, and his hands drop down to his thighs like he's not ready to move in that direction either. ]
I wouldn't really mind.
If he thinks about it that way, then it's embarrassing that even he falls for such a thing.
So maybe it's not that. Maybe there's more. He's never chased that thread, that tiny spark, because he's never had the courage to. Instead, it's always been like this--where his eyes brush over her not like she's something he wants to own, but something he wants to keep close.
And he hadn't expected that she'd fall for his trick--so he laughs, and the sound echoes off the walls of the pool, and his hands drop down to his thighs like he's not ready to move in that direction either. ]
I wouldn't really mind.
Making the transition from the Salvatore School and a normal college to Brakebills is jarring to say the least, especially when they're practically on the verge of their Merge, but Brakebills has the information that she and Lizzie need, so they're not going to stop until they find it. Having Alice's help has been a godsend, because between classes and research, she might have wasted away into nothing by now.
The key, however, is possibly a sign that they're heading in the right direction, before nodding.
"Might as well right?"
The key, however, is possibly a sign that they're heading in the right direction, before nodding.
"Might as well right?"
[There is always a warmth when it comes to seeing her people again, whether they are someone that Sypha knows closely or not. They share a common cause, hold a common history, strive towards a common future that they all want to be better. They aren't always met with open arms, and usually just the opposite, but it doesn't hinder or sway them. They have a job to do, whether it is acknowledged or not.
A few words are exchanged, a basic situation laid out as Sypha nods. She doesn't pay quite as much attention to the surroundings, trusting in Alucard completely. Rather, she listens and questions, learning all that she can to aid them. Information is always beneficial, even if she sees now that storing it all within is silly. It is still something she would like to see changed, having seen Trevor's library.
They are mid-sentence with his warning comes, and Sypha jumps back and to the side, concern across her face, until the wet splash of the pail's contents hit the ground close to where she had been standing. Her nose crinkles, and immediately she is looking up to the window.]
Do I need to come up there and throw your stinky bucket at you!
A few words are exchanged, a basic situation laid out as Sypha nods. She doesn't pay quite as much attention to the surroundings, trusting in Alucard completely. Rather, she listens and questions, learning all that she can to aid them. Information is always beneficial, even if she sees now that storing it all within is silly. It is still something she would like to see changed, having seen Trevor's library.
They are mid-sentence with his warning comes, and Sypha jumps back and to the side, concern across her face, until the wet splash of the pail's contents hit the ground close to where she had been standing. Her nose crinkles, and immediately she is looking up to the window.]
Do I need to come up there and throw your stinky bucket at you!
It would be. It'd disrupt all our norms.
[Yeah, there's no hiding the fact that not being in bed together isn't an option. Alucard's accepted that, just as he accepted that the horse is inevitably going to startle as he approaches. There's a sigh at that, but the horse relents, allowing the vampire to climb back up upon her back.]
Either is fine, I suspect. We can say that there's no rings involved due to fears of them being stolen while we travel.
[Yeah, there's no hiding the fact that not being in bed together isn't an option. Alucard's accepted that, just as he accepted that the horse is inevitably going to startle as he approaches. There's a sigh at that, but the horse relents, allowing the vampire to climb back up upon her back.]
Either is fine, I suspect. We can say that there's no rings involved due to fears of them being stolen while we travel.
[Alucard's hearing means that he can pay attention to both the conversation of the speakers and the ongoings around them. In so far as he understands what has been shared, there are things stalking the city's streets in the darkest of night. Things like what were loosened in Wallachia, and thus it only made sense to call in those who dealt with such things before. Not for violence's sake, but to help protect the people. There have been bodies found in horrifying condition, and while London may not act it, at night it's people are scared.
So it's night creatures and buckets of human waste. Typical night for the three of them, if they're being honest with themselves, and once Alucard hears Sypha yelling, he just starts to move, trying to usher everyone out of this situation before it starts.]
Sypha, they probably didn't see you. There are cleaner, safer spots to stand, we should head there.
So it's night creatures and buckets of human waste. Typical night for the three of them, if they're being honest with themselves, and once Alucard hears Sypha yelling, he just starts to move, trying to usher everyone out of this situation before it starts.]
Sypha, they probably didn't see you. There are cleaner, safer spots to stand, we should head there.
[Meanwhile Maria's horse just accepts her hopping up into the saddle without question, beyond dipping it's head back down to placidly chew on something or other.
Maria herself looks pretty impressed!]
Oh, what a good idea! Should we come up with names too?
[ARE WE GOING TO BE UNDERCOVER???]
Maria herself looks pretty impressed!]
Oh, what a good idea! Should we come up with names too?
[ARE WE GOING TO BE UNDERCOVER???]
[Alucard takes the reins in hand, then looks over to Maria with a certain head tilt of genuine bafflement.]
How is it Adrian and Maria would be names that give us away? Istanbul is cosmopolitan enough.
[THE ANSWER IS YOU NEED TO CONVINCE HIM IT'S A GOOD IDEA.]
How is it Adrian and Maria would be names that give us away? Istanbul is cosmopolitan enough.
[THE ANSWER IS YOU NEED TO CONVINCE HIM IT'S A GOOD IDEA.]
[Cue Maria glancing skyward in thought as she spurs her own horse into action.]
Well... I suppose there isn't really.
[She seems to concede the fact without too much strife or fight. She had simply been entertained by the notion really.]
Maria certainly is a common enough name after all.
[Not that anyone would know her even if she gave her full name.]
Well... I suppose there isn't really.
[She seems to concede the fact without too much strife or fight. She had simply been entertained by the notion really.]
Maria certainly is a common enough name after all.
[Not that anyone would know her even if she gave her full name.]
Edited 2019-05-07 22:57 (UTC)
We may have to give false names at another point though. Did you have any in mind?
[Alucard gently urges his horse forward. For now, there is light, and they can at least indulge in this conversation before having to spur the horses onward at a more appropriate speed.]
[Alucard gently urges his horse forward. For now, there is light, and they can at least indulge in this conversation before having to spur the horses onward at a more appropriate speed.]
[Maria purses her lips a bit in thought.]
I hadn't gotten that far yet to be honest.
[Her amusement is evident in her singsong tone.]
Perhaps I would make a good Cristina.
I hadn't gotten that far yet to be honest.
[Her amusement is evident in her singsong tone.]
Perhaps I would make a good Cristina.
Well, it rhymes and sounds similar to Maria, so you'd respond to it.
[But there's a more important question:]
And for myself?
[But there's a more important question:]
And for myself?
[At the question she glances over to him, brows lightly raised. At this sedate pace she can study him a bit better at the moment -- not that she hasn't already done so more than once but hey, she'll take the excuse to blatantly stare at him if she wants.]
... Andrei?
... Andrei?
Edited 2019-05-08 00:25 (UTC)
Well, I will know to respond to it.
[Better and less distinct than Alucard, at any rate.]
Let's keep a running list.
[Better and less distinct than Alucard, at any rate.]
Let's keep a running list.
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