Yeah. I should- [ He should stand up and get the fish before it starts to go bad in the late September heat. He doesn't particularly want to. ] -in a little while. I-
[ And it hits him. It's been hitting him for a while, but he's good at ignoring being hit. But shit, shit. Alucard and Sypha are more important to him than anything. And he almost died. If he hadn't run out of yarn on the exact right day. If he'd cycled to the shop rather than accepting the ride. If there weren't human enough in Alucard to let him survive a while with silver in his airway. If there weren't vampire enough in him to survive the horrible cure. If werewolves weren't close enough to being dogs to prompt Enid's interest. If Alucard had been less generous with helping him gather Belmont Things- If any one of thousands of little things hadn't happened, Alucard would be dead in an alleyway and none of them would know until he didn't return home. They might not even know then. Maybe they'd assume that some business had kept him away from the castle until the next morning. Maybe the papers would find out first, and Sypha would have woken to an empty bed and come downstairs to a story ended on paper, the way her people never wished a story to end. ]
-fuck. [ And everything is gone from his voice when he speaks. There's no terror. No distress. Barely even exhaustion. ] Thank fuck that worked.
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[ And it hits him. It's been hitting him for a while, but he's good at ignoring being hit. But shit, shit. Alucard and Sypha are more important to him than anything. And he almost died. If he hadn't run out of yarn on the exact right day. If he'd cycled to the shop rather than accepting the ride. If there weren't human enough in Alucard to let him survive a while with silver in his airway. If there weren't vampire enough in him to survive the horrible cure. If werewolves weren't close enough to being dogs to prompt Enid's interest. If Alucard had been less generous with helping him gather Belmont Things- If any one of thousands of little things hadn't happened, Alucard would be dead in an alleyway and none of them would know until he didn't return home. They might not even know then. Maybe they'd assume that some business had kept him away from the castle until the next morning. Maybe the papers would find out first, and Sypha would have woken to an empty bed and come downstairs to a story ended on paper, the way her people never wished a story to end. ]
-fuck. [ And everything is gone from his voice when he speaks. There's no terror. No distress. Barely even exhaustion. ] Thank fuck that worked.