The door opens and Alucard collapses onto the floor all at once, a pile of limbs and memories whose scars have been dug into and had fresh blood drawn. There are scratches all over him from the roots, that bound him fast. There is blood in his throat, and Alucard's hands fly to his throat in muted horror to ensure that there is nothing else there. Blood covered twigs escape his mouth, and he can do no more than lay on the floor, wide eyed and helpless, mind reeling.
He hears Sypha though. Tries to force himself upright, but his limbs are too heavy. Weakly, he chokes out her name, praying it does not sound too helpless.]
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The door opens and Alucard collapses onto the floor all at once, a pile of limbs and memories whose scars have been dug into and had fresh blood drawn. There are scratches all over him from the roots, that bound him fast. There is blood in his throat, and Alucard's hands fly to his throat in muted horror to ensure that there is nothing else there. Blood covered twigs escape his mouth, and he can do no more than lay on the floor, wide eyed and helpless, mind reeling.
He hears Sypha though. Tries to force himself upright, but his limbs are too heavy. Weakly, he chokes out her name, praying it does not sound too helpless.]
Are you whole?
[In body. In mind, neither of them are.]