[ He'll be grateful later, but right now it's overwhelming. Wasteful. Terrifying. Something's clawing at his insides, the knowledge that that mark is the only proof that a massacre happened. Where else will the story be written, if not on his flesh?
There's a table, a good, sturdy one. They've used it for an healing bench for him before, so Alucard and Sypha didn't have to crouch to the ground to set bones or sew cuts. He leads the centaur to it, trying not to be too visibly agitated.
It'll be good. It means he can go into town more, maybe find work. Be around people other than the two of them. He just needs to deal with all the fucking feelings churning in his gut until this is done. ]
Can he be here? To watch for- I don't know. Magic shit going wrong. It'd be better that way. Safer. Probably.
[ He asks it as he perches on the table, lying back but motioning to Alucard. It's bullshit, what he's saying, and he knows it. It's just more masculine-feeling than saying he needs a hand to hold. ]
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[ He'll be grateful later, but right now it's overwhelming. Wasteful. Terrifying. Something's clawing at his insides, the knowledge that that mark is the only proof that a massacre happened. Where else will the story be written, if not on his flesh?
There's a table, a good, sturdy one. They've used it for an healing bench for him before, so Alucard and Sypha didn't have to crouch to the ground to set bones or sew cuts. He leads the centaur to it, trying not to be too visibly agitated.
It'll be good. It means he can go into town more, maybe find work. Be around people other than the two of them. He just needs to deal with all the fucking feelings churning in his gut until this is done. ]
Can he be here? To watch for- I don't know. Magic shit going wrong. It'd be better that way. Safer. Probably.
[ He asks it as he perches on the table, lying back but motioning to Alucard. It's bullshit, what he's saying, and he knows it. It's just more masculine-feeling than saying he needs a hand to hold. ]