[There's nothing else said for a long while. There are only arms that are much too cold, and the dread feeling of time slipping by. But to break the silence, to say anything at all, that is to acknowledge the horrible haunting truth of it all. None of them can manage that. Not now.
Somewhere in all of it, Alucard knows that there's tears streaming down his face. He buries them and the rest of his face into the top of Trevor's head and he does not move from that spot. A barely strangled sob escapes from time to time, and the worst part in all of it is that he loathes himself for sitting here and weeping. They might have time yet to try the experiment. To see if any of it will work. But they are all trapped here by the knowledge that loss will dawn over them in just a few more hours, and the terrible farewells are more important than forcing more pain into a situation that overflows with it.
Alucard's fingers dig into Trevor's too cold flesh as the moon rises higher and higher in the sky. Sypha's found some words, loving ones, ones said with devestation but no cracks to her voice. If not now, then soon. Terribly soon.
They will pack everything up in the morning. Send it through the mirror. Sypha will go home ahead, he will follow riding the same arcs that brought them to this place. For a few terrible hours, Sypha will be alone in that castle, and Alucard cannot help but hate himself for forcing that upon her.
He'll be home soon enough. They'll both collapse from grief and exhaustion, and the castle will be all the emptier for there being only two people in it. They'll abandon their bed, for it will be too large for only two people. Find a new wing of the castle not scarred by memory, and rebuild yet again.]
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Somewhere in all of it, Alucard knows that there's tears streaming down his face. He buries them and the rest of his face into the top of Trevor's head and he does not move from that spot. A barely strangled sob escapes from time to time, and the worst part in all of it is that he loathes himself for sitting here and weeping. They might have time yet to try the experiment. To see if any of it will work. But they are all trapped here by the knowledge that loss will dawn over them in just a few more hours, and the terrible farewells are more important than forcing more pain into a situation that overflows with it.
Alucard's fingers dig into Trevor's too cold flesh as the moon rises higher and higher in the sky. Sypha's found some words, loving ones, ones said with devestation but no cracks to her voice. If not now, then soon. Terribly soon.
They will pack everything up in the morning. Send it through the mirror. Sypha will go home ahead, he will follow riding the same arcs that brought them to this place. For a few terrible hours, Sypha will be alone in that castle, and Alucard cannot help but hate himself for forcing that upon her.
He'll be home soon enough. They'll both collapse from grief and exhaustion, and the castle will be all the emptier for there being only two people in it. They'll abandon their bed, for it will be too large for only two people. Find a new wing of the castle not scarred by memory, and rebuild yet again.]