[Five weeks. It's only been five weeks. Centuries feels like the more appropriate passage of time from where Alucard sits, sits in a home that is occupied only by himself and the Speaker who was willing enough to help with the horrible thing slashed across his chest.
There have been no prying eyes on his father's home. No one has dared to intrude on their grief. Occasional casserole dishes from the Church Ladies (he leaves the empty ones out by the road where they drop the fresh ones off, after all, the castle is shrouded and hidden deep from the world even as it resides near a major city). The space has been required, for what would be done if the city was aware of exactly how bad that damage inflicted was?
Rest has been Alucard's primary occupation, punctuated with reading when his body has decided that no, it cannot sleep for another five days. He walks little, and when he does, it's simply to move to the library so he can occupy his thoughts with anything but reality. The radio is always on when he sits there, some pleasant music playing.
He keeps the viewing mirror there too. (It's how he checks on the cassaroles.) Useful for checking on doors too and...
...and he hears something faint at the door. From his space on the armchair (he's not getting up), Alucard wills the mirror to show who it is knocking. There's a pause, then Trevor's words are heard.
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There have been no prying eyes on his father's home. No one has dared to intrude on their grief. Occasional casserole dishes from the Church Ladies (he leaves the empty ones out by the road where they drop the fresh ones off, after all, the castle is shrouded and hidden deep from the world even as it resides near a major city). The space has been required, for what would be done if the city was aware of exactly how bad that damage inflicted was?
Rest has been Alucard's primary occupation, punctuated with reading when his body has decided that no, it cannot sleep for another five days. He walks little, and when he does, it's simply to move to the library so he can occupy his thoughts with anything but reality. The radio is always on when he sits there, some pleasant music playing.
He keeps the viewing mirror there too. (It's how he checks on the cassaroles.) Useful for checking on doors too and...
...and he hears something faint at the door. From his space on the armchair (he's not getting up), Alucard wills the mirror to show who it is knocking. There's a pause, then Trevor's words are heard.
Wearily, Alucard sighs, and he does not get up.]
You must be joking.