[The postal stamps indicate that it's from the northwest. Oregon specifically, which suits, Alucard supposes. Gray and gloom and mostly forests, limiting contact with the human world. Remote. What he needs, Alucard thinks with horrible bitterness, with only a care for home now. After so long an absence.
And no word other than soon.
He can't put the letter down. It's still in his hand when Sypha walks in, and the only greeting she is given is the worst, most weary sigh Alucard has ever managed to sigh in front of either of them.]
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And no word other than soon.
He can't put the letter down. It's still in his hand when Sypha walks in, and the only greeting she is given is the worst, most weary sigh Alucard has ever managed to sigh in front of either of them.]