[Alucard's quiet as they go past one abandoned bed after the next. It's the volume that gets him not for want of cramped quarters but because of the implications behind it. Too many. Maybe there were two to a bed some days. His hands stay all too close to his person, and...
...and they really are just finding more and more papers, aren't they? These don't have familiar handwriting on them (thank God), and then.
Then Trevor explains it all neatly and there's real bile that threatens to rise up Alucard's throat.
The rarity of Alucard's swearing is never unnoticed. Aside from the more jovial variations of fuck you, it just doesn't happen. So it is with all the gravity he has in him that his reaction is a clean, simple, and more vampiric than human hiss of:]
Fuck.
[He hates this. He hates this castle. Everything in it is familiar and twisted and it makes him want to scream.]
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...and they really are just finding more and more papers, aren't they? These don't have familiar handwriting on them (thank God), and then.
Then Trevor explains it all neatly and there's real bile that threatens to rise up Alucard's throat.
The rarity of Alucard's swearing is never unnoticed. Aside from the more jovial variations of fuck you, it just doesn't happen. So it is with all the gravity he has in him that his reaction is a clean, simple, and more vampiric than human hiss of:]
Fuck.
[He hates this. He hates this castle. Everything in it is familiar and twisted and it makes him want to scream.]