She stops in front of the door, blinking once. Her lips purse. Then, she sighs and shuts the door behind her, letting the satchel she'd been carrying drop with a thud. Without the sword at her back and dressed lightly, it's clear she hasn't been out far or working. ]
Just imagine. A Witcher coming home to find a vampire in their kitchen, preparing dumplings. If you had an apron, Alucard, you'd make a proper country wife.
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She stops in front of the door, blinking once. Her lips purse. Then, she sighs and shuts the door behind her, letting the satchel she'd been carrying drop with a thud. Without the sword at her back and dressed lightly, it's clear she hasn't been out far or working. ]
Just imagine. A Witcher coming home to find a vampire in their kitchen, preparing dumplings. If you had an apron, Alucard, you'd make a proper country wife.