( truly a mood, Haein. only, in Carmilla's case, she has been long enough to have some attachment to the Landmark. she likes her lair on the top floor, with exactly 4 more bathrooms than she needs and all the bedding from five different beds piled into a nest on her favorite of the lot. Carmilla often has had to share her space, usually with girls her mother was trying to sacrifice, so any time she gets to be independent she enjoys it more than she should. she's gotten Attached, always a mistake, any time it happens.
she doesn't want it to be destroyed, because then she'll have to go through the effort of scraping together another space she doesn't totally hate, and that is way more effort than just keeping an existing thing going. )
There's not much room for culture here, anyway. ( no, you don't say, girl with raccoon eyeliner surrounded by an army of hard liquor. really? she does judge him a little for his bad taste, but, it's to be expected. modern appreciation of a fine vintage is extremely lacking. hell, plenty drank barely aged wine and seemed to think that was how it was supposed to be. she's prissy about her wine and refuses to change.
despite the fact she's glugging away at vodka, she does lift a perfectly arched brow at his casual intake of whiskey. that's not a usual human take... or it's an alcoholic take. she can't really judge on either front, though. ) Cheers to our next death not being by drowning. Fingers crossed on that one. ( honestly, she's already done that, for like twenty years. so really not looking forward to trying it again. )
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she doesn't want it to be destroyed, because then she'll have to go through the effort of scraping together another space she doesn't totally hate, and that is way more effort than just keeping an existing thing going. )
There's not much room for culture here, anyway. ( no, you don't say, girl with raccoon eyeliner surrounded by an army of hard liquor. really? she does judge him a little for his bad taste, but, it's to be expected. modern appreciation of a fine vintage is extremely lacking. hell, plenty drank barely aged wine and seemed to think that was how it was supposed to be. she's prissy about her wine and refuses to change.
despite the fact she's glugging away at vodka, she does lift a perfectly arched brow at his casual intake of whiskey. that's not a usual human take... or it's an alcoholic take. she can't really judge on either front, though. ) Cheers to our next death not being by drowning. Fingers crossed on that one. ( honestly, she's already done that, for like twenty years. so really not looking forward to trying it again. )