...he sits there for a moment, stunned into silence. It's enough to hear Sypha stir from her spot. Over the years, Alucard has given bits and pieces of that information. Enough to get a laugh (when floating first came to me, I got stuck much too high once. Middle of the day, my father was asleep. Cried myself hoarse because my mother couldn't reach me), or in more somber moments when we did that too provided comfort.
But the whole of it. What it was like, beyond happy, beyond safe, he has never articulated.]
There was, after I was born, a host of unknowns. What I would need as far as nourishment, if I could be exposed to the sun at all, if I would even survive because I ran much too cold and much too warm for either of them to truly gauage if I was well. The first thing, that's why I cook. I need to balance these things. The second, my mother spoke of when I was older. In the dying rays of sunlight, my father still shrouded in the shadows, they had to test it, and it could not be taken as a science experiment no matter how they lied to themselves. It was fine, of course, but infant mortality is still infant mortality. All parents have that fear. The third...that was actual science, they charted it for a few days and were satisfied.
[To answer the question means to begin at the real beginning.]
That uncertainty made us cling to each other as I grew. Perhaps no moreso than any other family, but it was a foundation that no other would have.
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...he sits there for a moment, stunned into silence. It's enough to hear Sypha stir from her spot. Over the years, Alucard has given bits and pieces of that information. Enough to get a laugh (when floating first came to me, I got stuck much too high once. Middle of the day, my father was asleep. Cried myself hoarse because my mother couldn't reach me), or in more somber moments when we did that too provided comfort.
But the whole of it. What it was like, beyond happy, beyond safe, he has never articulated.]
There was, after I was born, a host of unknowns. What I would need as far as nourishment, if I could be exposed to the sun at all, if I would even survive because I ran much too cold and much too warm for either of them to truly gauage if I was well. The first thing, that's why I cook. I need to balance these things. The second, my mother spoke of when I was older. In the dying rays of sunlight, my father still shrouded in the shadows, they had to test it, and it could not be taken as a science experiment no matter how they lied to themselves. It was fine, of course, but infant mortality is still infant mortality. All parents have that fear. The third...that was actual science, they charted it for a few days and were satisfied.
[To answer the question means to begin at the real beginning.]
That uncertainty made us cling to each other as I grew. Perhaps no moreso than any other family, but it was a foundation that no other would have.