[He accepts the feeling of fragility first. It's the easiest, because that's the plainest of all truths. Alucard is fragile. Brittle like glass, but aware he cannot shatter in front of the other two, lest he cause more harm. That is unfair to them both, because to be here is far more important for them than any of his own wants. And oh, there are wants. Days he wants to really have them leave for their own safety. Other days are marked by silence, with Alucard out foraging much of the day.
They're disasters co-habitating together. Trevor's drinking, Sypha's ice, Alucard's depression. It's awful. But it is balanced, and all three of them tend to that balance as best they can.
The plants aren't a metaphor, Alucard tells himself more than once. They're only plants. It's cruel to abscribe more to them.
Finding the note? That worries him. But Alucard compiles all the same, taking the long, human way up the stairs rather than floating. That it is a balcony rather than a room is a curious detail.
He walks out, hair messy from spending most of the day outside in the forest.]
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They're disasters co-habitating together. Trevor's drinking, Sypha's ice, Alucard's depression. It's awful. But it is balanced, and all three of them tend to that balance as best they can.
The plants aren't a metaphor, Alucard tells himself more than once. They're only plants. It's cruel to abscribe more to them.
Finding the note? That worries him. But Alucard compiles all the same, taking the long, human way up the stairs rather than floating. That it is a balcony rather than a room is a curious detail.
He walks out, hair messy from spending most of the day outside in the forest.]
Yes, Belmont?