[Alucard has felt the world creep in on him in bits and pieces. He hears snippets of various Belmonts over the centuries. Sometimes they're female and making lewd comments. Sometimes it's an archivist or collection manager who wants to know why they're keeping a vampire at all.
Lately it's been only one Belmont, and it's one who talks to him when he is very sad. He apologizes for clunking him about sometimes too. And...
...and he rests, mostly, wrapped up in a spell of so very deep sleep and not woken. Alucard doesn't know what spell he's been placed under, only that he hasn't roused from it since it was cast. But that memory comes in after his mind is allowed to stir, and soon after that revelation, he seems to always return to deep slumber.
His nose reacts first. Saltwater has smacked him upside the head. It's mixed with the musk of someone but...oh, that's a Belmont smell, Alucard knows that much. His fangs tense, but first his eyes flicker open and--
--this isn't the Hold. He remembers the hold. What it smelled like. This isn't the hold.]
Hmph!?
[One normal eye and one scarred eye take up the full of his vision.]
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Lately it's been only one Belmont, and it's one who talks to him when he is very sad. He apologizes for clunking him about sometimes too. And...
...and he rests, mostly, wrapped up in a spell of so very deep sleep and not woken. Alucard doesn't know what spell he's been placed under, only that he hasn't roused from it since it was cast. But that memory comes in after his mind is allowed to stir, and soon after that revelation, he seems to always return to deep slumber.
His nose reacts first. Saltwater has smacked him upside the head. It's mixed with the musk of someone but...oh, that's a Belmont smell, Alucard knows that much. His fangs tense, but first his eyes flicker open and--
--this isn't the Hold. He remembers the hold. What it smelled like. This isn't the hold.]
Hmph!?
[One normal eye and one scarred eye take up the full of his vision.]