We already have a 'Rock'. And a Rock Two through Five, I think. It would be 'Rock Six'.
[ ...the first sentence is true, because of course it is. It's a thin disc of petrified wood, polished to a mirror shine and it's a component of an unfinished contraption used to intercept magical communication.
But there'll be time for making fun of his ridiculous fucking family later. If nothing else, they'll have three hours to burn, and it'll be nice to have something stupid to talk about instead of just sitting and mourning for him while he's still alive and right there.
There's no artfulness to his own thoughts, no commanding. They start out as a lot of consideration of how shitty this is going to be if they fail, but that immediately feels wrong. At odds with whatever it is that Alucard and Sypha are doing, (he doesn't know why he knows this, he just knows it to be true) because it's considering failure and they aren't doing that. They can't do that.
He wants to know if Alucard does the stupid thing with his paws - and that feels like the least powerful thought in the world but it's the one he finds and grasps onto. He wants to know if Sypha ever chooses to grow her hair out, now it's an option for her after years of being impossible. He wants to go through Enid's writings with Alucard, he wants to go through all his sisters' work with him, to offer whatever proof he can find that the scene from that dream would never have happened. He wants to give Sypha the half-completed collection his grandfather made of the Speakers' history, the one that was left unfinished out of respect for their wishes. He wants to go home and lie on the grass in the space between his childhood home and Alucard's with the two of them, flanked on each side by places that were always full of love. He wants to take Sara home, lay her by Leon's portrait and go back to using his old whip. He wants to eat strawberries after being tempted so long by the ones in this place. He wants to sit on a rug in silence on the floor of the library and reach out to touch the inside of Alucard's elbow and be told that it was worth it. He wants to steal berries from Sypha's plate even though he has his own and get threatened with a pastry fork until he surrenders his own in turn. He wants so very many things, and he wants all of them so much. ]
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[ ...the first sentence is true, because of course it is. It's a thin disc of petrified wood, polished to a mirror shine and it's a component of an unfinished contraption used to intercept magical communication.
But there'll be time for making fun of his ridiculous fucking family later. If nothing else, they'll have three hours to burn, and it'll be nice to have something stupid to talk about instead of just sitting and mourning for him while he's still alive and right there.
There's no artfulness to his own thoughts, no commanding. They start out as a lot of consideration of how shitty this is going to be if they fail, but that immediately feels wrong. At odds with whatever it is that Alucard and Sypha are doing, (he doesn't know why he knows this, he just knows it to be true) because it's considering failure and they aren't doing that. They can't do that.
He wants to know if Alucard does the stupid thing with his paws - and that feels like the least powerful thought in the world but it's the one he finds and grasps onto. He wants to know if Sypha ever chooses to grow her hair out, now it's an option for her after years of being impossible. He wants to go through Enid's writings with Alucard, he wants to go through all his sisters' work with him, to offer whatever proof he can find that the scene from that dream would never have happened. He wants to give Sypha the half-completed collection his grandfather made of the Speakers' history, the one that was left unfinished out of respect for their wishes. He wants to go home and lie on the grass in the space between his childhood home and Alucard's with the two of them, flanked on each side by places that were always full of love. He wants to take Sara home, lay her by Leon's portrait and go back to using his old whip. He wants to eat strawberries after being tempted so long by the ones in this place. He wants to sit on a rug in silence on the floor of the library and reach out to touch the inside of Alucard's elbow and be told that it was worth it. He wants to steal berries from Sypha's plate even though he has his own and get threatened with a pastry fork until he surrenders his own in turn. He wants so very many things, and he wants all of them so much. ]