[In the little moments, the world is almost okay. Alucard is not at peace, but he is better than he has been. Talking of science, of the things learned in the castle, of everything that makes the castle home, it is a comfort. A place where he can go and know that they can have snatches of time together.
And oh, what a thing it is, wrapped up in Juliet's cloak and telling her about how stars are really tiny suns. Explaining how they form, what that means in terms of life elsewhere, all of it. He could cry from how good it feels to have the option there at all, and how happy he is to hear theories even if they're probably not right.
But then reality returns, and...]
Yes. Because it's contained in one man, and the world could not accept even a fraction of that knowledge.
[There's the pain back again, and his fingers lace with hers to.......
...to Whitby. Alucard is either a wolf or a bat for the rest of the trip, curled snug under the little bed or hanging from the ceiling. The forms don't help. Being a wolf brings other Belmonts to the surface, and being a bat simply makes him hungry. Both options are horrid, but soon enough they are in Whitby.
The abbey is old. It shouldn't capture his attention as it does. His wolf ears should not twitch from familiarity, his paws should not compel him to move.
Yet move he does, slow at first and then gaining speed, because he knows that sound. He knows it, he knows it, he would climb 5000 stairs instead of the 199 it takes to get to the abbey, that is the castle with a guise on he knows his home.]
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And oh, what a thing it is, wrapped up in Juliet's cloak and telling her about how stars are really tiny suns. Explaining how they form, what that means in terms of life elsewhere, all of it. He could cry from how good it feels to have the option there at all, and how happy he is to hear theories even if they're probably not right.
But then reality returns, and...]
Yes. Because it's contained in one man, and the world could not accept even a fraction of that knowledge.
[There's the pain back again, and his fingers lace with hers to.......
...to Whitby. Alucard is either a wolf or a bat for the rest of the trip, curled snug under the little bed or hanging from the ceiling. The forms don't help. Being a wolf brings other Belmonts to the surface, and being a bat simply makes him hungry. Both options are horrid, but soon enough they are in Whitby.
The abbey is old. It shouldn't capture his attention as it does. His wolf ears should not twitch from familiarity, his paws should not compel him to move.
Yet move he does, slow at first and then gaining speed, because he knows that sound. He knows it, he knows it, he would climb 5000 stairs instead of the 199 it takes to get to the abbey, that is the castle with a guise on he knows his home.]