[There's a lot of time spent in the engine room these days. After completeing what Alucard simply has called "the damage assesment" he spends too much time matching the destroyed bits to the completed diagram his mother had (he's made a copy already and tucked the original back away for now). They have a map of everything that is broken now, and the jobs of the mechanisms as well.
So the only work left to do is to make anew what must be made anew and to hope that the attempt finds success.
There's other work too, work he does in secret. And for that work, there is, one afternoon, a large lump of something wrapped up and placed on Sypha's part of the bed, along with a much longer bolt of fabric. (Harder to disguise.) The blue is deep and rich and threaded with gold, catching ever-just-so in the light. Heavy fabric, the kind meant to keep out winter's chill, and yet soft to cause no complaint.
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So the only work left to do is to make anew what must be made anew and to hope that the attempt finds success.
There's other work too, work he does in secret. And for that work, there is, one afternoon, a large lump of something wrapped up and placed on Sypha's part of the bed, along with a much longer bolt of fabric. (Harder to disguise.) The blue is deep and rich and threaded with gold, catching ever-just-so in the light. Heavy fabric, the kind meant to keep out winter's chill, and yet soft to cause no complaint.
Alucard's working in the library for the day.]