[There's no time to linger. No time to say thank you yet again. There is only forcing himself down the road, one step after the other after the next, until Alucard does reach the spot he had in mind. The brush is thicker than he remembers it being, but that's good. No prying eyes.
At some point after he's laid down in all of the dead grass, used the Speaker's robe as a blanket instead of a pillow, Alucard does fall asleep. He must've gathered dead leaves to put under his head at some point, probably, because when Sypha finds him, that's what his head rests on. A gross pile of dead leaves. His limbs are sprawled in all directions, hardly a thing of elegance as so many recall vampires being in the stories from both Europe and the Americas.
The leaves don't help his hair at all. The paleness of his skin seems to be less so, if only by a fraction, and there's no signs of another having come this way. For all the world he simply looks like one of those who travel the roads and railways of the States, huddled away with nothing to his name and trying to catch up on much needed sleep.]
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At some point after he's laid down in all of the dead grass, used the Speaker's robe as a blanket instead of a pillow, Alucard does fall asleep. He must've gathered dead leaves to put under his head at some point, probably, because when Sypha finds him, that's what his head rests on. A gross pile of dead leaves. His limbs are sprawled in all directions, hardly a thing of elegance as so many recall vampires being in the stories from both Europe and the Americas.
The leaves don't help his hair at all. The paleness of his skin seems to be less so, if only by a fraction, and there's no signs of another having come this way. For all the world he simply looks like one of those who travel the roads and railways of the States, huddled away with nothing to his name and trying to catch up on much needed sleep.]