[ He can only write one thing at a time, and that’s the only thing keeping him from making notes. Even though he can feel just what this is doing to Alucard, how terrifying it is to have ones body move without telling it to, even though it would be so terribly distateful to do it right now. This is fascinating. He is limited in the spells he can cast by his own inability to form intent, but Alucard is not (and there is maybe a little horror on his part, that he thinks he can use this spell to force him to form intent). There is so much, so much that he could do suddenly, if he only does so through Alucard.
He keeps writing the spell, testing motor control, making each of Alucard’s fingers move in turn. When he finally stops for a moment, he closes his eyes and looks at the room through Alucard’s instead. It’s a slightly higher vantage point, and that’s odd in a way that none of the rest of this feels for some reason. While he isn’t writing, Alucard’s body is his own again. ]
This will work. [ He says, the anger forgotten for the moment and replaced by absolute certainty. His control is gone, while he isn’t writing, but his words are still audible from both inside and outside of Alucard’s mind. ] I’ll be able to find her like this, I’m sure of it. I just need to cast the spell through you.
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He keeps writing the spell, testing motor control, making each of Alucard’s fingers move in turn. When he finally stops for a moment, he closes his eyes and looks at the room through Alucard’s instead. It’s a slightly higher vantage point, and that’s odd in a way that none of the rest of this feels for some reason. While he isn’t writing, Alucard’s body is his own again. ]
This will work. [ He says, the anger forgotten for the moment and replaced by absolute certainty. His control is gone, while he isn’t writing, but his words are still audible from both inside and outside of Alucard’s mind. ] I’ll be able to find her like this, I’m sure of it. I just need to cast the spell through you.