[After getting rid of the Belmont, Alucard retreated inside the house. Turned the radio off in the library, carefully folded his damaged shirt and coat, hid them from Sypha, and went to bed. It had taken too much energy to deal with a simple visitor, and he knew his judgement was fogged from exhaustion even before he lay down in bed. He stayed there for four days and the world moved on.
Sypha never found the damaged clothes. He repaired them next he woke, far away from her eyes, and they continued on this...this weird dalliance, whatever it was to be. It kept the house less lonely, it forced Alucard to do things like make sure there was more than a pitiful meal for himself. (The dutch oven was used a lot for stews. Low effort plus leftovers.)
He's in the library again when the castle tells him there's someone approaching. The viewing mirror fills in the rest, and once the sad sight of the Belmont getting led around like a war prize is reflected in it's gaze, Alucard can do nothing but sigh. He did make the wrong judgement that night. He should have kept the Belmont and told the Morrises to come pick up a feral cat from Europe. No one would know that there was a Belmont in the city to begin with, and he would not be dealing with...oh ugh, whatever that one was going by now.
Sypha's out taking care of errands, which means the castle has not another soul within. He lets the doors open, meaning that they can come in but go no further than the main hallway.
When Alucard descends the stairs, he has on the same clothes as before, hole in his coat patched. His eyes look at the entire little group, and there is such disdain. The Belmont, that goes without saying. The other two, oh, this is a ruse.]
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Sypha never found the damaged clothes. He repaired them next he woke, far away from her eyes, and they continued on this...this weird dalliance, whatever it was to be. It kept the house less lonely, it forced Alucard to do things like make sure there was more than a pitiful meal for himself. (The dutch oven was used a lot for stews. Low effort plus leftovers.)
He's in the library again when the castle tells him there's someone approaching. The viewing mirror fills in the rest, and once the sad sight of the Belmont getting led around like a war prize is reflected in it's gaze, Alucard can do nothing but sigh. He did make the wrong judgement that night. He should have kept the Belmont and told the Morrises to come pick up a feral cat from Europe. No one would know that there was a Belmont in the city to begin with, and he would not be dealing with...oh ugh, whatever that one was going by now.
Sypha's out taking care of errands, which means the castle has not another soul within. He lets the doors open, meaning that they can come in but go no further than the main hallway.
When Alucard descends the stairs, he has on the same clothes as before, hole in his coat patched. His eyes look at the entire little group, and there is such disdain. The Belmont, that goes without saying. The other two, oh, this is a ruse.]
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