[Wherever that novel came from is a mystery. As is what it is doing in this room, but perhaps some mysteries are best left unsolved. So long as it's distraction enough. Or stupid enough to make the hours go by.
(On better days in the future, the only solution of what to do with such a book is to read select passages and determine how plausible any of them are.
Alucard's fits are tiny and controlled at first. A little bit more movement in the legs. Shifting under the blanket, trying to pull it closer. No words, just unhappiness somehow starting to show on his face while asleep.
no subject
(On better days in the future, the only solution of what to do with such a book is to read select passages and determine how plausible any of them are.
Alucard's fits are tiny and controlled at first. A little bit more movement in the legs. Shifting under the blanket, trying to pull it closer. No words, just unhappiness somehow starting to show on his face while asleep.
Ignoring his name.]