[ There is work to be done. There is always work to be done. Trevor is very good at finding work to do when he would rather not be in his own company, so much so that a heavy head and sore back may as well be the contents of a bottle these days. His idiot student comes to see him every few weeks, and he suspects it to be less for training these days and more for the fact that he's always sent away with whatever vegetables and leftovers they have to spare because a vampire hunter cannot be just skin and bones. A winter lasting this long means that people are hungry.
The effort to reclaim the castle continues slower now, because he has reached the rooms that Carmilla used as barracks for her soldiers, all full of the personal effects of every vampire in Europe, it seems. Some of it must be taken to the hold and sorted, and he would rather not force Alucard to sort through the things of his own torturers. Some things need to be moved to the old feeding cells, which requires Alucard's absence for a prolonged period (he cannot access the feeding cells via the study, and to the wall must be opened and reclosed, and that is not the work of a few hours), And some of it, shittily enough, is personal enough that it probably ought to be returned. Which is going to be a little awkward, considering the tone of Alucard's last interaction with all of these vampires, but none of them are so unkind to even foes as to deny them old letters from family, pictures of old friends from their days as humans, a wedding ring.
Work makes more work, and even with the garden largely controlled by the late frosts it isn't difficult for him to find things to do. He leaves the bed early and returns to it late and takes his meals at odd times and he doesn't have to think at all. He can do his thinking when this is done, a little way into May, when he can only have better things to think about.
It's late when he returns to the room, already cleaned (which isn't so rare these days, because he's working and work makes him filthy and he likes the bed too much to make it filthy) if not quite as well as he could be. He always misses the fingernails, and there's blood under them. He gives a 'mmph' of acknowledgement and just flops into the bed. ]
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The effort to reclaim the castle continues slower now, because he has reached the rooms that Carmilla used as barracks for her soldiers, all full of the personal effects of every vampire in Europe, it seems. Some of it must be taken to the hold and sorted, and he would rather not force Alucard to sort through the things of his own torturers. Some things need to be moved to the old feeding cells, which requires Alucard's absence for a prolonged period (he cannot access the feeding cells via the study, and to the wall must be opened and reclosed, and that is not the work of a few hours), And some of it, shittily enough, is personal enough that it probably ought to be returned. Which is going to be a little awkward, considering the tone of Alucard's last interaction with all of these vampires, but none of them are so unkind to even foes as to deny them old letters from family, pictures of old friends from their days as humans, a wedding ring.
Work makes more work, and even with the garden largely controlled by the late frosts it isn't difficult for him to find things to do. He leaves the bed early and returns to it late and takes his meals at odd times and he doesn't have to think at all. He can do his thinking when this is done, a little way into May, when he can only have better things to think about.
It's late when he returns to the room, already cleaned (which isn't so rare these days, because he's working and work makes him filthy and he likes the bed too much to make it filthy) if not quite as well as he could be. He always misses the fingernails, and there's blood under them. He gives a 'mmph' of acknowledgement and just flops into the bed. ]