[She feels the car shake all over, as if consumed by a thrill of satisfaction to have her back with it once more, and then they're off and going and she can finally, finally rest, even if there's a little part of her that isn't sure she ought to.
It's hard to refuse, though. The claw marks in her skin leftover from when Alucard had tried to hold on to her a week ago had been left untreated, and the skin around the scrapes is now red and tight. Her head aches; her stomach gnaws with hunger to the point that it feels like it's turning inside out. But the cushion beneath her is so soft in comparison to the wood floor, and the blanket smells like home. There was magic shared between all three of them today, and they're going home.
Before the darkness of oblivion takes her, she remembers the shadows on the wall, and all the intent wrapped up in that hideous little workshop, and shivers.]
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It's hard to refuse, though. The claw marks in her skin leftover from when Alucard had tried to hold on to her a week ago had been left untreated, and the skin around the scrapes is now red and tight. Her head aches; her stomach gnaws with hunger to the point that it feels like it's turning inside out. But the cushion beneath her is so soft in comparison to the wood floor, and the blanket smells like home. There was magic shared between all three of them today, and they're going home.
Before the darkness of oblivion takes her, she remembers the shadows on the wall, and all the intent wrapped up in that hideous little workshop, and shivers.]