[Does Alucard care about anything related to the actual holidays of Abraxas or home?
Absolutely not.
Is this an opportunity to try and surprise Jaskier?
100%
So he may have been thinking about this one for a while, given that the both of them have starting buying from galleries now, especially in Ikorr. Alucard has a few personal preferences, but between the two of them, there's a real enjoyment of sculpture.
Which is why when Jaskier comes into the office one day, he'll see a new bronze work sitting on the coffee table, taking up about the half the length of it. Two joyful gryphons are shown running beside each other in different stages of their movement cycle, frozen in time. They're clearly gryphons, but there's distinct flourishes to how feathers and fine details are depicted. Neither is especially meant to be Mog, but neither couldn't not be either. The artist's signature consists of a small bitemark of vampire teeth on one of the corners. Normal Ikorr stuff.
There's no note or explanation. There's no need. Neither of them are subtle and Quille isn't going to do something like this. Only the gauntlet thrown down for Jaskier.]
[Alucard is so fucking annoying, by the way. Not because he is generous, but because he does all of this so mysteriously, as if he's embarrassed to be acknowledged by any of his efforts. Up to and including his little gifts.
Well. Little is meant to be said with an annoyed, but satisfied tone. It isn't little at all, actually. It's taking up his side of the table (yes, there's definitely a designated side) and it's.
Bloody gorgeous, actually. The office is quiet, even with Mog having dropped from his arms to walk to his bed in the corner. Jaskier kneels beside the table, his finger drawing over the creatures, forever frozen in their playfulness. It twists his heart; a jolting memory of his flight with his gryphons, the ones he had taken to the mountain and protected once the war grew too far-reaching. When he ran alongside them, flew among them. Slept in glorious fur-and-feathered piles on mountainsides.
There's not a single need for explanation. It is imbued with Adrian's very specific brand of love.]
I know what you're doing. Don't think I don't. And yes, it's exquisite. It's... bloody perfect.
I'm glad you like it. I will leave the question of where it should go to you. Let me know if it isn't staying in the office, I'll help carry it to the house.
[Alucard is going to be So Smug the next time they meet in person and he has earned it.]
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cointosser) wrote2021-04-12 08:58 pm
Pre-December event because this is now a Competitive Gift Giving Opportunity
Absolutely not.
Is this an opportunity to try and surprise Jaskier?
100%
So he may have been thinking about this one for a while, given that the both of them have starting buying from galleries now, especially in Ikorr. Alucard has a few personal preferences, but between the two of them, there's a real enjoyment of sculpture.
Which is why when Jaskier comes into the office one day, he'll see a new bronze work sitting on the coffee table, taking up about the half the length of it. Two joyful gryphons are shown running beside each other in different stages of their movement cycle, frozen in time. They're clearly gryphons, but there's distinct flourishes to how feathers and fine details are depicted. Neither is especially meant to be Mog, but neither couldn't not be either. The artist's signature consists of a small bitemark of vampire teeth on one of the corners. Normal Ikorr stuff.
There's no note or explanation. There's no need. Neither of them are subtle and Quille isn't going to do something like this. Only the gauntlet thrown down for Jaskier.]
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Well. Little is meant to be said with an annoyed, but satisfied tone. It isn't little at all, actually. It's taking up his side of the table (yes, there's definitely a designated side) and it's.
Bloody gorgeous, actually. The office is quiet, even with Mog having dropped from his arms to walk to his bed in the corner. Jaskier kneels beside the table, his finger drawing over the creatures, forever frozen in their playfulness. It twists his heart; a jolting memory of his flight with his gryphons, the ones he had taken to the mountain and protected once the war grew too far-reaching. When he ran alongside them, flew among them. Slept in glorious fur-and-feathered piles on mountainsides.
There's not a single need for explanation. It is imbued with Adrian's very specific brand of love.]
I know what you're doing. Don't think I don't. And yes, it's exquisite. It's... bloody perfect.
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[Alucard is going to be So Smug the next time they meet in person and he has earned it.]
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But we'll keep it there. I'm glad you like it.