[ The knife isn't needed. Enid doesn't notice the keys slipping from her apron pocket - and that would only make sense in a dream, to be able to steal from one sister without being detected before the eyes of two others. One cuff clicks open, and as all three sisters turn to the source of the sound he drops the small key into Alucard's hand. ]
Remain still.
[ He does. Of course he does. How could he not? This man is so good, so beautiful, the most perfect thing that god ever condescended to give to a world that did not deserve him. He stands like a statue, not turning his head to the side to listen to the yells and screams. Whose screams? He can't quite remember. ]
Do not breathe.
[ He doesn't. Of course he doesn't. He is eighteen, maybe nineteen, and the scar is back and this not Alucard but it is still wearing his face and it is still the most beautiful creature upon the earth and he knows how this ends, he knows how this ends, but he does not care. ]
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Remain still.
[ He does. Of course he does. How could he not? This man is so good, so beautiful, the most perfect thing that god ever condescended to give to a world that did not deserve him. He stands like a statue, not turning his head to the side to listen to the yells and screams. Whose screams? He can't quite remember. ]
Do not breathe.
[ He doesn't. Of course he doesn't. He is eighteen, maybe nineteen, and the scar is back and this not Alucard but it is still wearing his face and it is still the most beautiful creature upon the earth and he knows how this ends, he knows how this ends, but he does not care. ]