[ It’s hard not to feel a little guilty. Alucard has been asleep for a full day now, and there’s a grim certainty forming within him that he absolutely pushed the vampire’s body past even his significant limits. Not that Alucard was being any more delicate with himself, but- hopefully the strain won’t have done any permanent damage. But, as he has become so fond of saying, sometimes this is what victory looks like.
It’s harder to say that when it’s not about himself.
Alucard is asleep at one side of Sypha. And he, until he left the bed, was on the other. He returns shortly, of course. He has tea. Tea and a selection of the many, many get well soon gifts sent by his grandmothers. In this case, romanian apple cake and painkillers of a strength he’s not sure is actually legal from a jar that Florence keeps behind her sunday plates. ]
...you awake? [ He whispers as he sets the tray down, gathering up cushions from around the room for Sypha to sit back against. ]
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It’s harder to say that when it’s not about himself.
Alucard is asleep at one side of Sypha. And he, until he left the bed, was on the other. He returns shortly, of course. He has tea. Tea and a selection of the many, many get well soon gifts sent by his grandmothers. In this case, romanian apple cake and painkillers of a strength he’s not sure is actually legal from a jar that Florence keeps behind her sunday plates. ]
...you awake? [ He whispers as he sets the tray down, gathering up cushions from around the room for Sypha to sit back against. ]