[And there's quiet as the soup simmers, and every so often Alucard will stir it. Slosh things about. Check for the tenderness of the carrots and parsnips and turnips in there, and once satisfied, he adds the little scraps of meat that remain. It all heats up, and that's just enough time for him to get three bowls and the ladle.
So much of this is muscle memory now. How much each of them likes in their bowl, and there's no bread to put in Trevor's or Sypha's because they haven't been in the estate for a week. A terrible fucking meal for a terrible fucking day. But he brings it over to where the other two have staked out for the time being all the same. Puts it down. Forces the bowls into both of their hands nearly, because at the very least they will have some warmth.]
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[And there's quiet as the soup simmers, and every so often Alucard will stir it. Slosh things about. Check for the tenderness of the carrots and parsnips and turnips in there, and once satisfied, he adds the little scraps of meat that remain. It all heats up, and that's just enough time for him to get three bowls and the ladle.
So much of this is muscle memory now. How much each of them likes in their bowl, and there's no bread to put in Trevor's or Sypha's because they haven't been in the estate for a week. A terrible fucking meal for a terrible fucking day. But he brings it over to where the other two have staked out for the time being all the same. Puts it down. Forces the bowls into both of their hands nearly, because at the very least they will have some warmth.]