Return. [ Trevor continues listing off the orders, even in Dracula's absence - he's angry. Trevor doesn't like it when people are angry. Best not to test him. ] Return here. Come back. Stop him. Stop him. Please.
[ And then the writing stops, and Trevor falls quiet. He grips Alucard's hand tighter. He can't know what's happened, but they can both suspect.
In among the pieces of wing being used to deliver orders and the silk and the little bottles of iron ink, alongside the chains and the scold's bridle is a single moth, both of its wings pinned into a piece of cork. The Unicorn strains against its own bonds as Dracula gets close to it, making ANGRY HORSE NOISES at him. It's probably important. ]
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[ And then the writing stops, and Trevor falls quiet. He grips Alucard's hand tighter. He can't know what's happened, but they can both suspect.
In among the pieces of wing being used to deliver orders and the silk and the little bottles of iron ink, alongside the chains and the scold's bridle is a single moth, both of its wings pinned into a piece of cork. The Unicorn strains against its own bonds as Dracula gets close to it, making ANGRY HORSE NOISES at him. It's probably important. ]