[ The woman isn’t being kept prisoner. He can trust that much. And that leaves questions - she isn’t, near as he can tell, from any of the old families. Doesn’t seem to be a hunter at all. Doesn’t seem to be any of the sorts who ought to be treating with vampires, any of the sorts who have business important enough to be worth painting a target on ones back like that. He knows she’s a mage, but there are easier, safer places to go to learn that than the heart of this new, fucked up, American version of a vampire’s court.
And she’s sheltering him. Encouraging him. Telling him comforting things and letting him escape from the way that things are.
There has never been a bloodless transition of power. Not between vampires. Even well-meaning ones. Especially well-meaning ones. They tend to be the ones who aren’t willing to take the measures needed to keep themselves in power, and the ones who don’t see themselves as capable of doing the kind of harm that they end up doing. It was well-meaning vampires who refused to crush Bluebeard when he was still small enough to crush, let him gain the kind of power and influence he had. ]
You’re coddling him.
[ Alucard is- about as out of earshot as a vampire can fucking be in the same building as you, which is to say he’s in another room with the radio on. He left after dinner, off to go sulk over the latest bullshit, bullshit that is absolutely bad fucking news but that Sypha seems determined to convince him he’ll weather somehow, apparently through sheer force of him meaning the world to her. Sypha’s been left to re-ice his ankle and wrist. ]
It’s not going to help him one fucking bit, letting him ignore this shit.
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And she’s sheltering him. Encouraging him. Telling him comforting things and letting him escape from the way that things are.
There has never been a bloodless transition of power. Not between vampires. Even well-meaning ones. Especially well-meaning ones. They tend to be the ones who aren’t willing to take the measures needed to keep themselves in power, and the ones who don’t see themselves as capable of doing the kind of harm that they end up doing. It was well-meaning vampires who refused to crush Bluebeard when he was still small enough to crush, let him gain the kind of power and influence he had. ]
You’re coddling him.
[ Alucard is- about as out of earshot as a vampire can fucking be in the same building as you, which is to say he’s in another room with the radio on. He left after dinner, off to go sulk over the latest bullshit, bullshit that is absolutely bad fucking news but that Sypha seems determined to convince him he’ll weather somehow, apparently through sheer force of him meaning the world to her. Sypha’s been left to re-ice his ankle and wrist. ]
It’s not going to help him one fucking bit, letting him ignore this shit.