[All the magic drops from Alucard at once. He understands the plan, but he did not expect to feel the effects of Trevor's presence leaving his system so keenly. It is like being knocked over by a great wave, and he almost stumbles for it. Claws screech, going down, down, down the walls, almost hitting the wainscotting.
Sypha is still behind him, but he cannot turn in this moment. That's not the plan, the plan is to have him be still so Sypha can exert her intent. Neither of them could know how badly worn she'd be by the time they got to her (if she was alive at all), but this requires time. To understand the magic of the house they are trapped in, to know the necromancer's magic in a way that is far too intimate for any mage. (Alucard imagines that it is how Belmont blood can master his father's defenses.)
His eyes are keen in the dark of the shadows, watching the fight of shadows against their own insides. The things that force them to act as they do, and there's such satisfaction in seeing each and every one fall to Sypha's intent. Trevor had spoken of small victories every time, it was as close to comfort as he could give but this? This is real victory. Real success. Triumph in all the ways that really matter, even as Sypha's raw screams go right into his ears.
(They're ringing. They're ringing with the sound of her and even if it is screams it is her voice so what else matters?)
When Sypha stops, when the shadows are held at bay, Alucard does not ask if all is safe. If all is well. If they can take the final risk here. He moves by his own intent now, and that is with swift feet up the stairs. They will not be attacked now, not so long as this horrible place is bound to Sypha's will instead of it's master's, and the duration need only endure till they get out of the door. To the car if possible, as to better obscure themselves.
(This man cannot find the castle.)
He cannot tap the connection to Trevor anymore to let him know that this worked. He has shut down the line, and Alucard regrets that he is now so very in the dark about success.
To the door then. The door. The door and there is a silent prayer that the master of the house will not be returning home.]
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Sypha is still behind him, but he cannot turn in this moment. That's not the plan, the plan is to have him be still so Sypha can exert her intent. Neither of them could know how badly worn she'd be by the time they got to her (if she was alive at all), but this requires time. To understand the magic of the house they are trapped in, to know the necromancer's magic in a way that is far too intimate for any mage. (Alucard imagines that it is how Belmont blood can master his father's defenses.)
His eyes are keen in the dark of the shadows, watching the fight of shadows against their own insides. The things that force them to act as they do, and there's such satisfaction in seeing each and every one fall to Sypha's intent. Trevor had spoken of small victories every time, it was as close to comfort as he could give but this? This is real victory. Real success. Triumph in all the ways that really matter, even as Sypha's raw screams go right into his ears.
(They're ringing. They're ringing with the sound of her and even if it is screams it is her voice so what else matters?)
When Sypha stops, when the shadows are held at bay, Alucard does not ask if all is safe. If all is well. If they can take the final risk here. He moves by his own intent now, and that is with swift feet up the stairs. They will not be attacked now, not so long as this horrible place is bound to Sypha's will instead of it's master's, and the duration need only endure till they get out of the door. To the car if possible, as to better obscure themselves.
(This man cannot find the castle.)
He cannot tap the connection to Trevor anymore to let him know that this worked. He has shut down the line, and Alucard regrets that he is now so very in the dark about success.
To the door then. The door. The door and there is a silent prayer that the master of the house will not be returning home.]