[ He takes the book, kind of invested in the horrible plot of it now, and brushes the edge of that against Alucard's face. ]
But you didn't answer my fucking question, so I'm not going to keep her out.
[ And he doesn't. He explains, and so she refrains from just curling up with Alucard in the bed and holding him the whole time. But she does spend a while each day stroking Alucard's fur and talking quietly to him.
When Alucard wakes, there's a glass of water by the bed. One of Agatha's tins of pastries. A collection of short notes from Sypha, keeping Alucard up to date on where she is (the latest one says she's gone driving, which isn't particularly helpful and could mean she's just about anywhere). There's the sound of the castle doors openning and closing. It's a Sunday, and Trevor is just back from church. ]
no subject
[ He takes the book, kind of invested in the horrible plot of it now, and brushes the edge of that against Alucard's face. ]
But you didn't answer my fucking question, so I'm not going to keep her out.
[ And he doesn't. He explains, and so she refrains from just curling up with Alucard in the bed and holding him the whole time. But she does spend a while each day stroking Alucard's fur and talking quietly to him.
When Alucard wakes, there's a glass of water by the bed. One of Agatha's tins of pastries. A collection of short notes from Sypha, keeping Alucard up to date on where she is (the latest one says she's gone driving, which isn't particularly helpful and could mean she's just about anywhere). There's the sound of the castle doors openning and closing. It's a Sunday, and Trevor is just back from church. ]