[Winter settles in earlier than it ought to. It's no matter, not in a castle with heated floors, not when there's a bed with Sypha in the middle and too many blankets to keep out the chill. Truly, the only time it is felt is when going to the greenhouse to ensure all is well there, returning with a small basket of what's needed. Or when Alucard needs to go to the markets to get a few extra staples because he is out of flour for making bread.
There's planning. Of course there's planning. There's sewing to do, there's finally introducing the wolf pack to the other two which goes well. They've suspected that Alucard's pack is human. Trevor's and Sypha's scents are distinct and the wolves have smelt them for some time now. They inter Sara where she ought to be, and there's been no Leon in Alucard's dreams for some time now. The anniversary of Dracula's death goes by with only a momentary dip into the more somber state of of the vampire.
Spring creeps it's way into the countryside. Snows melt a bit more slowly this year. Little promises of greenery poke up through the snow, and the greenhouse may as well believe it to be summer. There's more to do with dates nearing, with...
...with other anniversaries nearing as well. Which is the point of doing this all in May. Alucard's not sure if he catches it first or if Sypha does, but there's a greater quiet from Trevor. Which means only one recourse.
They wait until there's a misty evening. The snows have lingered into early April, and tonight the light rain has created such a blanket. It is, Alucard imagines, how his father wanted the castle to be seen. Shrouded in mist. A new moon overhead, so the sky is so very dark. And in their room there is a fire, there is embroidery the vampire is working on, and there is wondering when Trevor will join them both.]
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There's planning. Of course there's planning. There's sewing to do, there's finally introducing the wolf pack to the other two which goes well. They've suspected that Alucard's pack is human. Trevor's and Sypha's scents are distinct and the wolves have smelt them for some time now. They inter Sara where she ought to be, and there's been no Leon in Alucard's dreams for some time now. The anniversary of Dracula's death goes by with only a momentary dip into the more somber state of of the vampire.
Spring creeps it's way into the countryside. Snows melt a bit more slowly this year. Little promises of greenery poke up through the snow, and the greenhouse may as well believe it to be summer. There's more to do with dates nearing, with...
...with other anniversaries nearing as well. Which is the point of doing this all in May. Alucard's not sure if he catches it first or if Sypha does, but there's a greater quiet from Trevor. Which means only one recourse.
They wait until there's a misty evening. The snows have lingered into early April, and tonight the light rain has created such a blanket. It is, Alucard imagines, how his father wanted the castle to be seen. Shrouded in mist. A new moon overhead, so the sky is so very dark. And in their room there is a fire, there is embroidery the vampire is working on, and there is wondering when Trevor will join them both.]