[ Plates and cutlery get washed and put away in thoughtful, not unfriendly, silence. He’s asked a lot of Alucard with just this much conversation, he knows.
Trevor does leave again before long. But he also returns again. Leaves again and returns again, over and over. It grows cold again, and when he comes back in winter Sypha drags him into her bed on the colder nights despite the warmth of the castle. She keeps a fire going in the room, with both a thick rug and a large armchair in front of it so that some nights, when it’s easier, Alucard can join them in whichever form works best.
It’s nice, if a little uncomfortable for him having something so undefined. And then spring comes.
The burning isn’t anything new. Nothing that demands all three of them. Forgemasters are complicated to keep safe, being such valuable resources to so many who want power, but escorting the man somewhere safer shouldn’t have been difficult.
Trevor isn’t gone long enough to arouse suspicion that something might be wrong, and so the first indication is the gift. A night creature brings it, protecting the little parcel with its body as Sypha burns it to nothing. There, in the ashes, is a little bundle wrapped in a silk scarf.
The bundle contains two things. A human ear and a perfume bottle filled with a sweet-smelling liquid that used to be mixed into little Adrian’s meals. ]
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[ Plates and cutlery get washed and put away in thoughtful, not unfriendly, silence. He’s asked a lot of Alucard with just this much conversation, he knows.
Trevor does leave again before long. But he also returns again. Leaves again and returns again, over and over. It grows cold again, and when he comes back in winter Sypha drags him into her bed on the colder nights despite the warmth of the castle. She keeps a fire going in the room, with both a thick rug and a large armchair in front of it so that some nights, when it’s easier, Alucard can join them in whichever form works best.
It’s nice, if a little uncomfortable for him having something so undefined. And then spring comes.
The burning isn’t anything new. Nothing that demands all three of them. Forgemasters are complicated to keep safe, being such valuable resources to so many who want power, but escorting the man somewhere safer shouldn’t have been difficult.
Trevor isn’t gone long enough to arouse suspicion that something might be wrong, and so the first indication is the gift. A night creature brings it, protecting the little parcel with its body as Sypha burns it to nothing. There, in the ashes, is a little bundle wrapped in a silk scarf.
The bundle contains two things. A human ear and a perfume bottle filled with a sweet-smelling liquid that used to be mixed into little Adrian’s meals. ]