[ Familiar, in a way nothing should ever be. In a way that it wasn't whn it was the abbey or the cottage. It doesn't feel like returning to a long-lost home, that's not even close to what this edifice is, but the strength of it is the same. The sense of calling. It's the end of a nine-century journey, the culmination of a quest that's lasted more lifetimes then he's lived years or scars. ]
-that's what it looks like, without the mask on. Fuck. [ For a second, he's forgotten the lump of metal lodged in his side. Forgotten that they need to find blood for the vampire. Forgotten everything but the thing looming over them. ]
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[ Familiar, in a way nothing should ever be. In a way that it wasn't whn it was the abbey or the cottage. It doesn't feel like returning to a long-lost home, that's not even close to what this edifice is, but the strength of it is the same. The sense of calling. It's the end of a nine-century journey, the culmination of a quest that's lasted more lifetimes then he's lived years or scars. ]
-that's what it looks like, without the mask on. Fuck. [ For a second, he's forgotten the lump of metal lodged in his side. Forgotten that they need to find blood for the vampire. Forgotten everything but the thing looming over them. ]
Yeah. Ready.