( open ) I can't control withering wonders

[jedies]

Who: Alucard, Ahiru and Obi-Wan + You
What: Memshare prompts from the Test Drive
When: September!
Where: Around ish!

( prompts will be in the comments below. if you have a preference, please reach out to me @ timmtams or pm this journal! )

Comments

[ananym]

Perhaps it will.

[ alucard has always functioned better when he works alongside with someone else. he doesn't do too well on his own. ]

[fogsong]

[ she shoots him a soft smile as she drinks more of her wine. most people she knows here have figured themselves out already. it's nice to be around someone in a similar boat. ]

[ananym]

[ it is nice. it reminds him a little of being around sypha. it gladdens his heart somewhat. ]

[fogsong]

[ she'll sit there with him in a comfortable, cozy silence as they sip away at their wine, refilling whenever either one of them empties their glass. it doesn't take her too many glasses to start getting a flush on her cheeks. ]

[ananym]

[ he seems to notice that. ]

A bit much?

[fogsong]

Shut up. [ she says playfully ] You've had a bit much!

[ and she downs the rest of her glass as if he'd just uttered a challenge ]

[ananym]

[ he chuckles. ]

Is it a contest now?

[fogsong]

Yes. [ she states with surety. she motions for him to drink up as she stands up and grabs one of the unopened bottles of wine and wobbles out of the room and into the kitchen. ]

That glass better be empty by the time I get back! Also, do you want a poptart? [ he'll hear a bottle pop open and then something metal clatters on the counter as she drops the opener. ] I made them myself! [ and then she mumbles under her breath ] Oh, fuck. You probably don't know what poptarts are, huh? [ She's definitely opening the container of homemade poptarts and dropping a bunch on a plate. ]

[ananym]

Not a clue.

[ though it's an intriguing name. alucard finishes off the glass with relish, a consumate drinker. not to the same degree of trevor belmont, but who could ever match him in drinking? even a full blooded vampire would have trouble with that. ]

[fogsong]

[ she returns with a plate of pastries in neat rectangles, their edges pinched decoratively, each one iced in yellow or white, and the bottle of wine. she doesn't remember what kind of wine this was. at this point, it probably doesn't matter. she only drank heavily for a few months when she was 17 but stopped the moment her father had asked her to (the same with smoking). she's only started up again here after the loss of her mother and mostly in the company of others.

she sets them both down with a careful clatter. she's reached that sweet point in drinking where the brain gets fuzzy and floaty and the colors seem a little brighter (with only the slightest hint of melting when she moves). she bows with exaggeration. ]

Voila! My imitation of poptarts! [ she is very proud of them thank you for noticing ] They're really just filled pastries with icing but it's the closest I've come to my favorite breakfast food. [ she fills both their glasses a little sloppily. sorry. and then gestures to the plate of pastries. ]

There are two kinds: berry filled with a lemon icing and lemon curd filled with a plain icing. I wanted to make chocolate but that stuffs pretty pricey for someone who burned two batches of pastry.

[ananym]

[ alucard plucks one from the plate, eyeing it curiously. it is bread but not? and it's clear there is sweetener of sorts packed inside. he takes a light bite off the edge, letting the sweetness linger on his tongue. ]

Delightful. And very unhealthy.

[fogsong]

[ Delightful, he says, and the smile she gives damn near shines. She grabs one of the pastries for herself, admired her work for a moment, and then takes a large bite. ]

So unhealthy. [ she agrees, mouth a little full, but even in her haze she realizes that and covers her mouth with her hand before she speaks. ] But they're so much more healthy than the ones you could buy back home. No artificial colors or flavors and I bet there's less sugar, too.

Kids eat things like this for breakfast all the time where I'm from.

[ananym]

That sounds like a charmed life.

[ he doesn't know many people who have had such easy childhoods. certainly not in wallachia. ]

[fogsong]

It can be. For some. I bet most people's lives in my time would seem charmed for someone from the 1400s. We don't have to farm our own food or hunt or cook. Most things are readily available in grocery stores, we drive cars everywhere so we don't have to walk. There aren't monsters stalking the streets at night, no vampires or demons or anything like that. Hell, those things don't even exist.

[ there's a touch of longing in her voice, gaze distant. ] It can be an easy life if you're lucky.

[ananym]

Luck does seem to play a large role. Which I think it is important to remember.

Those failings are not ours.

[fogsong]

It's all about luck, isn't it? Life. Do you feel like you've been lucky in life, Alucard?

[ananym]

[ alucard contemplates this, the wineglass dangling between his fingers. ]

I had a childhood. At the very least, I can say that. I have known others who had none.

[ suzu, taka . . . trevor belmont. ]

[fogsong]

I guess I can see that as lucky. I lost mine pretty young, both times around.

Personally, I think having parents that love you is lucky. No matter how it ends up, there was someone in your corner fighting for you.

[ananym]

. . . Yes. I suppose that is true.

[ though parents can love and still inflict great harm. alucard still bears the scar of his father's love turned to violence. ]