[ He closes his eyes, contented as Alucard's hands move through his hair. It's calming to him, slowing his explanation of Belmont Things. ]
s'assuming he knows you're there. You stay for a while, now the castle can't see you. Make it think days are just a few minutes longer or shorter, so after a week or so it's an hour behind or ahead. So if you can force him out of the castle, it can't tell him that he's about to head into sunlight. Fuck with the blood supply - you could probably find aconite somewhere, it's not a common weed but it's not rare either. It's never going to be an easy fight, but it doesn't have to be a fair one, either. Poison him, starve him, trick the castle into letting him into the sun.
[ This is, of course, assuming everything goes right. But it's a polished plan, one he spent the better part of the journey to america coming up with. He just- didn't use it. Just went and knocked on the door, not even by daylight. ]
...got tired, I suppose. It was fucking stupid. Got a bed at a boarding house and it hit me that- that was it. This was the closest to home I'd ever get again, and it was a shithole. A shithole where nothing I knew was real, full of people who'd never even thought about the war.
[ He goes quiet, and when he next speaks the words are muffled against Alucard's shoulder. ]
Wasn't much sense in trying. He didn't need to die. Not any more than a bunch of fucks sending suckers to their deaths for the sake of their pride.
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s'assuming he knows you're there. You stay for a while, now the castle can't see you. Make it think days are just a few minutes longer or shorter, so after a week or so it's an hour behind or ahead. So if you can force him out of the castle, it can't tell him that he's about to head into sunlight. Fuck with the blood supply - you could probably find aconite somewhere, it's not a common weed but it's not rare either. It's never going to be an easy fight, but it doesn't have to be a fair one, either. Poison him, starve him, trick the castle into letting him into the sun.
[ This is, of course, assuming everything goes right. But it's a polished plan, one he spent the better part of the journey to america coming up with. He just- didn't use it. Just went and knocked on the door, not even by daylight. ]
...got tired, I suppose. It was fucking stupid. Got a bed at a boarding house and it hit me that- that was it. This was the closest to home I'd ever get again, and it was a shithole. A shithole where nothing I knew was real, full of people who'd never even thought about the war.
[ He goes quiet, and when he next speaks the words are muffled against Alucard's shoulder. ]
Wasn't much sense in trying. He didn't need to die. Not any more than a bunch of fucks sending suckers to their deaths for the sake of their pride.