[He apologized to them both until he fell asleep. It is an accomplishment of sorts, but never one to be proud of. It only demonstrates how deep in the shit all three of them are now, far worse than anything that has come before.
Daylight hours. Alucard had said he would start to keep to those only a few days ago, and now seems like the best time to start. It allows precious time to process how to move forward with this knife's edge of a month, and how to move forward. Speaking about it outloud probably counts as plotting, but he can make decisions under his own steam. Daylight hours means less time around his father, means less time to offend. Fewer chances to fuck it all up.
No one is hungry at breakfast. Noon rolls around, which means lunch does as well, and the vampire is in the kitchen. There's a cuttingboard in front of him at the moment, and a mix of vegetables on it, diced into fine pieces. Onions, celery, green peppers, plus a few other bits and pieces to make pilaf. A plate with chicken breasts await it's turn, and Alucard's hands move with careful precision as he gets into the last of the red peppers that need to be diced. They all need to eat. Even if they don't, there will be leftovers, and that will be something.
Talking has been minimal. Understandable. And Alucard thinks quietly about how to deal with the practical things first, like groceries. (They're so low on everything.) He'll...stay within the castle grounds for the month, to show a willingness to compromise. Give Trevor the car keys and sacred list duties. That's an easy decision.
Softer footsteps are behind him. When Alucard opens his mouth, the tone is so very soft.]
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Daylight hours. Alucard had said he would start to keep to those only a few days ago, and now seems like the best time to start. It allows precious time to process how to move forward with this knife's edge of a month, and how to move forward. Speaking about it outloud probably counts as plotting, but he can make decisions under his own steam. Daylight hours means less time around his father, means less time to offend. Fewer chances to fuck it all up.
No one is hungry at breakfast. Noon rolls around, which means lunch does as well, and the vampire is in the kitchen. There's a cuttingboard in front of him at the moment, and a mix of vegetables on it, diced into fine pieces. Onions, celery, green peppers, plus a few other bits and pieces to make pilaf. A plate with chicken breasts await it's turn, and Alucard's hands move with careful precision as he gets into the last of the red peppers that need to be diced. They all need to eat. Even if they don't, there will be leftovers, and that will be something.
Talking has been minimal. Understandable. And Alucard thinks quietly about how to deal with the practical things first, like groceries. (They're so low on everything.) He'll...stay within the castle grounds for the month, to show a willingness to compromise. Give Trevor the car keys and sacred list duties. That's an easy decision.
Softer footsteps are behind him. When Alucard opens his mouth, the tone is so very soft.]
Sypha?