[ it's difficult to get alucard to understand things like this, both because he has no context for it, and because the smallest reprimand is enough to make him assume he's fucked up royally even when he's only made a small faux pas. oh well, at least he's going to--try, or something. an attempt will be made. ]
Things are difficult, with creatures like that. [ but he's stilled when anderson says he's glad, and he doesn't know how to respond. he's practically owlish for a split-second before he recovers, managing a sly grin instead. ] Good, because you're stuck with me indefinitely, priest, whether I'm a thorn in your side, you're glad for me, or both.
[ it's fond though, and he's glad it's only eyes and not ears--he follows anderson's gaze to spot the archivist in the window, and he blinks. ah. ]
I'll remember that. [ a beat passes, and he leans around anderson to eye the man (being?) in the window, and he smiles like the blade of a sickle as he raises one hand to flip him off, much like a teenager flipping off a camera in a store as they shoplift. his face is briefly a mass of blinking red eyes, when anderson isn't looking, because two can play the eyeballs game, and then, just as swiftly, it's back to normal, and he's sighing. ]
Let me know when you're on your way back, I'll cook something. I want something solid.
[ he's still agitated and wants to bite down on something, he means, and has no recourse for that here. still, it's a nice gesture to include it in a real meal so anderson can benefit too, even if he is still mad at him.
that said, he'll turn with a wave to walk off, shoulders hunched somewhat as he goes. ]
[In the window as the Archivist watches, he sees the kiss, the second man who stares at him with too many eyes, and he is terrified. But instead of hiding as he might normally do, shifting away from the window, he leans forward. And as Alucard's multitude of eyes stare, the Archivist's multitude stares back in turn. Multicolored, varied in their sizes, and filling up every one of the many visible scars covering his face and neck. They disappear after only a moment, much as Alucard's do.
Is this another creature aligned with the Beholding? He doesn't think so. But he's fascinating and the Archivist needs to Know him, find out what he is. Beyond, obviously, someone who knows more about that nail the priest used than Anderson, himself.]
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Things are difficult, with creatures like that. [ but he's stilled when anderson says he's glad, and he doesn't know how to respond. he's practically owlish for a split-second before he recovers, managing a sly grin instead. ] Good, because you're stuck with me indefinitely, priest, whether I'm a thorn in your side, you're glad for me, or both.
[ it's fond though, and he's glad it's only eyes and not ears--he follows anderson's gaze to spot the archivist in the window, and he blinks. ah. ]
I'll remember that. [ a beat passes, and he leans around anderson to eye the man (being?) in the window, and he smiles like the blade of a sickle as he raises one hand to flip him off, much like a teenager flipping off a camera in a store as they shoplift. his face is briefly a mass of blinking red eyes, when anderson isn't looking, because two can play the eyeballs game, and then, just as swiftly, it's back to normal, and he's sighing. ]
Let me know when you're on your way back, I'll cook something. I want something solid.
[ he's still agitated and wants to bite down on something, he means, and has no recourse for that here. still, it's a nice gesture to include it in a real meal so anderson can benefit too, even if he is still mad at him.
that said, he'll turn with a wave to walk off, shoulders hunched somewhat as he goes. ]
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Is this another creature aligned with the Beholding? He doesn't think so. But he's fascinating and the Archivist needs to Know him, find out what he is. Beyond, obviously, someone who knows more about that nail the priest used than Anderson, himself.]