May as well- [ God, he can hardly get the words out of his throat. He can hear his own voice in his head, contradicting him. Best to leave it untouched. We shouldn't enter at all. Whatever's in there can't be worth the trouble. ] -first. Don't like it fucking with my head.
[ Physically moving toward the door is easy enough, at first, until he passes the main entrance. After that it feels like walking through thick mud, save for that there's no pulling his feet out from it and it envelops his whole body. There's some kind of resistance. By the time he's nearly at the door he's had to close his eyes, because moving toward it while being able to catch it even in peripheral vision is just about impossible. And then when he tries to open it, his hand just stops a few inches away from the handle.
There's nothing physically stopping him, but he can't move any closer. ]
Alucard-
[ -please push his hand against the door. He can't do it himself. ]
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[ Physically moving toward the door is easy enough, at first, until he passes the main entrance. After that it feels like walking through thick mud, save for that there's no pulling his feet out from it and it envelops his whole body. There's some kind of resistance. By the time he's nearly at the door he's had to close his eyes, because moving toward it while being able to catch it even in peripheral vision is just about impossible. And then when he tries to open it, his hand just stops a few inches away from the handle.
There's nothing physically stopping him, but he can't move any closer. ]
Alucard-
[ -please push his hand against the door. He can't do it himself. ]