[Absolutely no one was surprised by the depression nap after it was clear the vampire was going to be fine. Being in depression nap mode meant that the scratches and deeper cuts from Carmilla's hands were healing far faster than the scar on Alucard's chest ever did, and the few scars that would remain there could still heal rapidly.
The question of how long the depression nap might last for was another matter entirely, because with the general state of things before Dracula's return, the option of a while was absolutely on the table. It meant a lot of hovering over the vampire, a lot of awkwardness, and dealing the fact that Alucard's frozen meal cache ran out and so who's to do the cooking had to be addressed. The only answer known was "not Sypha."
Alucard answers the question of duration a week later, opening his eyes somewhere around 1 in the afternoon. He is aware that the room he is in isn't his own - he moves a hand and it falls over the side of the bed. He moves the other and it does the same. The sheets only smell fleetingly of Trevor and Sypha, and that is all without opening his eyes.
The first thought after collapsing from exhaustion and fear of one's father should not be well they fought about where to attend to my depression napping body but here Alucard is. Having that thought. Opening his eyes and looking up at a stone ceiling that isn't their stone ceiling. Just. Just a ceiling.
There's a quiet whine as he tries to sit himself up. Stupid first thing to do, but Alucard's a selfish dick. He wants to know who's sitting with him right now.]
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The question of how long the depression nap might last for was another matter entirely, because with the general state of things before Dracula's return, the option of a while was absolutely on the table. It meant a lot of hovering over the vampire, a lot of awkwardness, and dealing the fact that Alucard's frozen meal cache ran out and so who's to do the cooking had to be addressed. The only answer known was "not Sypha."
Alucard answers the question of duration a week later, opening his eyes somewhere around 1 in the afternoon. He is aware that the room he is in isn't his own - he moves a hand and it falls over the side of the bed. He moves the other and it does the same. The sheets only smell fleetingly of Trevor and Sypha, and that is all without opening his eyes.
The first thought after collapsing from exhaustion and fear of one's father should not be well they fought about where to attend to my depression napping body but here Alucard is. Having that thought. Opening his eyes and looking up at a stone ceiling that isn't their stone ceiling. Just. Just a ceiling.
There's a quiet whine as he tries to sit himself up. Stupid first thing to do, but Alucard's a selfish dick. He wants to know who's sitting with him right now.]