[A week in, and Alucard feels mostly better. The wound from the meat hook has healed entirely, and with it has been no lingering pain at the site. There's no scar either, which is nothing short of a small mercy in everyone's opinion.
His leg is taking longer. Carmilla's age meant that anything done by her hands directly would scar, and her clawmarks are her last legacy to the dhampir. Slow healing clawmarks, although the material closest to the bone has now closed up. (Thank God Alucard has said outloud, and genuinely meant the words.)
He's able to be out of bed though, and that's the important thing. Alucard likes being on one of the library sofas nearest the windows the most, able to look out at the snowy mountains of the Carpathians and know that he is home, he is safe, and he is so very well protected. The castle. Trevor. Sypha. Safety is a luxury and Alucard wants nothing more than to bask in it.
But his mind still wanders. Thinks of Carmilla and her last moments, and what it was that she saw. She spoke of Dracula, Alucard remembered that much, but...
...he's waited until the morphine has been unneeded. He's on smaller doses of normal pain killers now, and he's less loopy for it. Less cuddly too, although he will lean against one or the other in place of the arm of the sofa if they are near by. (They always are.)
Lunch today. Alucard smells it and Trevor before either walk through the door.]
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His leg is taking longer. Carmilla's age meant that anything done by her hands directly would scar, and her clawmarks are her last legacy to the dhampir. Slow healing clawmarks, although the material closest to the bone has now closed up. (Thank God Alucard has said outloud, and genuinely meant the words.)
He's able to be out of bed though, and that's the important thing. Alucard likes being on one of the library sofas nearest the windows the most, able to look out at the snowy mountains of the Carpathians and know that he is home, he is safe, and he is so very well protected. The castle. Trevor. Sypha. Safety is a luxury and Alucard wants nothing more than to bask in it.
But his mind still wanders. Thinks of Carmilla and her last moments, and what it was that she saw. She spoke of Dracula, Alucard remembered that much, but...
...he's waited until the morphine has been unneeded. He's on smaller doses of normal pain killers now, and he's less loopy for it. Less cuddly too, although he will lean against one or the other in place of the arm of the sofa if they are near by. (They always are.)
Lunch today. Alucard smells it and Trevor before either walk through the door.]
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