[ When Sypha leaves the castle the rabbit is there, a tiny creature sitting soft and vulnerable in the grass. Daring birds of prey to fall upon it. None take the bait. She bows low to both of them and manages to refrain from making any comments about whether Sypha was worth this. Glad for her health, she says, they all are.
She smiles, but it's anemic.
Be patient with our brother, when he returns. It is an incomplete rebirth, but even those are difficult. She says as she delicately ties the box's leather cord at the back of her neck. She does not elaborate, and Sypha is not so devastated by events that she refrains from commenting on how much patience Trevor requires normally.
Sypha opens the box once, as she travels with Alucard. Inside, the moth is perfectly still. If the two of them weren't so sensitive to magic, he'd have seemed dead, rather than in hibernation.
It's four months before Trevor begins to return to them, and Sypha wakes up one morning with five moths crawling on her robes. She accidentally crushes one and spends the next few days in paranoia about having hurt him until it becomes clear that the swarm of them is expanding. Once there are enough for a small cloud, he tries to take a humanoid form and- nobody wants him to do that again until he has enough moths at least for all the necessary internal organs. Nobody was happy about the half-skeletal thing making strange noises because it had a windpipe but no lungs.
Sypha is asleep for his next attempt. Alucard is- probably asleep (no, he's not). He probably won't scare anyone if he gets it wrong. And so a little thought (it's hard, when his mind is spread between so many bodies, and) - there he is.
Mostly, anyway. He's a little more complete than he was after the he was caught in the wards. And he is very, very naked. He draws his knees up to his chest, staring into the fire's dying embers. ]
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She smiles, but it's anemic.
Be patient with our brother, when he returns. It is an incomplete rebirth, but even those are difficult. She says as she delicately ties the box's leather cord at the back of her neck. She does not elaborate, and Sypha is not so devastated by events that she refrains from commenting on how much patience Trevor requires normally.
Sypha opens the box once, as she travels with Alucard. Inside, the moth is perfectly still. If the two of them weren't so sensitive to magic, he'd have seemed dead, rather than in hibernation.
It's four months before Trevor begins to return to them, and Sypha wakes up one morning with five moths crawling on her robes. She accidentally crushes one and spends the next few days in paranoia about having hurt him until it becomes clear that the swarm of them is expanding. Once there are enough for a small cloud, he tries to take a humanoid form and- nobody wants him to do that again until he has enough moths at least for all the necessary internal organs. Nobody was happy about the half-skeletal thing making strange noises because it had a windpipe but no lungs.
Sypha is asleep for his next attempt. Alucard is- probably asleep (no, he's not). He probably won't scare anyone if he gets it wrong. And so a little thought (it's hard, when his mind is spread between so many bodies, and) - there he is.
Mostly, anyway. He's a little more complete than he was after the he was caught in the wards. And he is very, very naked. He draws his knees up to his chest, staring into the fire's dying embers. ]
Good. Soon.