[ Even here, those spells remain in Alucard, sealed behind that long, ugly scar. Even here, one side of his face is split though by iron, one eye half-blind with it. They're far from perfect, not like they were before. ]
I suppose we do.
[ The chill aside, it's warmer here than it would be in the waking world. Warm and cold each have their benefits, but warm seemed better this time. There will be a time for thick cloaks and blankets and hot tea to warm the hands. Now is a time for lying beneath stars and chills gentle enough to mostly ignore (but just enough to move closer) if clothes come out of order.
He raises the hand that holds Alucard's, gesturing upward and not letting go, so that they have to gesture toward the sky together. ]
It's real, the sky. Mostly. Real as anything is here. [ Which is to say, not at all. Because it's a dream. But in the version of this place that exists somewhere- He knows what he means. ] The land is fairy-made, and the cage is me-made. But we couldn't make something like that. Couldn't even imagine it.
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I suppose we do.
[ The chill aside, it's warmer here than it would be in the waking world. Warm and cold each have their benefits, but warm seemed better this time. There will be a time for thick cloaks and blankets and hot tea to warm the hands. Now is a time for lying beneath stars and chills gentle enough to mostly ignore (but just enough to move closer) if clothes come out of order.
He raises the hand that holds Alucard's, gesturing upward and not letting go, so that they have to gesture toward the sky together. ]
It's real, the sky. Mostly. Real as anything is here. [ Which is to say, not at all. Because it's a dream. But in the version of this place that exists somewhere- He knows what he means. ] The land is fairy-made, and the cage is me-made. But we couldn't make something like that. Couldn't even imagine it.