He's not sure why. Or rather he is sure why, but it could be any number of 'why's. Maybe it's too much use of a difficult spell catching up with him. Maybe too much blood lost to the spell's usage requirements. Maybe insufficient rest. Probably a mixture of the three. He could just say the word, and even in his current state Alucard would find some way to let him rest.
But he's never been good at expressing his needs. And even if he were, everyone else is working themselves to the bone. His exhaustion isn't special.
There's the sensation of a hand on Alucard's shoulder. That's unusual. Sypha avoids touching Trevor while Alucard is still in front of an audience. And then a one-sided conversation begins. ]
-fine. I told you.
[ And then things start going wrong. The first is that Alucard's hand trembles and the silver-headed pliers he was holding fall to the ground, and yet his hand continues to move as if he were holding them, squeezing around thin air and tugging at nothing. ]
Shit. I- let go, I have to focus.
[ The feeling of Sypha's hands vanishes, and he picks up the pliers. For a few minutes, things continue as they ought to. And then there is another sensation. A ringing in his ears. As if someone near him just screamed. Hardly unusual, given the situation, save for that he can't hear the source of it. And then the pain hits, the phantom sensation of each and every last cut reopenning. ]
-rags. Get rags, or something. Don't let it stain the paper-
[ And then the pain is gone, and Trevor with it. ]
no subject
He's not sure why. Or rather he is sure why, but it could be any number of 'why's. Maybe it's too much use of a difficult spell catching up with him. Maybe too much blood lost to the spell's usage requirements. Maybe insufficient rest. Probably a mixture of the three. He could just say the word, and even in his current state Alucard would find some way to let him rest.
But he's never been good at expressing his needs. And even if he were, everyone else is working themselves to the bone. His exhaustion isn't special.
There's the sensation of a hand on Alucard's shoulder. That's unusual. Sypha avoids touching Trevor while Alucard is still in front of an audience. And then a one-sided conversation begins. ]
-fine. I told you.
[ And then things start going wrong. The first is that Alucard's hand trembles and the silver-headed pliers he was holding fall to the ground, and yet his hand continues to move as if he were holding them, squeezing around thin air and tugging at nothing. ]
Shit. I- let go, I have to focus.
[ The feeling of Sypha's hands vanishes, and he picks up the pliers. For a few minutes, things continue as they ought to. And then there is another sensation. A ringing in his ears. As if someone near him just screamed. Hardly unusual, given the situation, save for that he can't hear the source of it. And then the pain hits, the phantom sensation of each and every last cut reopenning. ]
-rags. Get rags, or something. Don't let it stain the paper-
[ And then the pain is gone, and Trevor with it. ]