[ Whether or not the castle has windows seems to be based more upon its mood and the allegience of any given part of it to Alucard or his father than on any proximity to its outer walls. Rooms that look to have windows from the outside have none if that part of the castle hasn't yet been convinced to aid Alucard. Passages that by all right should be in the centre of the castle and away from all natural light are lined with bright glass if that part of the castle wants to make itself safe for him. They look out at places that aren't Wallachia, some of them. Places that don't even look like they're on this world.
But this room always seems to have windows. Great, arched ones, and a ceiling of glass. A telescope in the room's heart, and star charts scattered across desks. Dracula has long had a more powerful, more complete observatory. The castle seems to think that means he forgot this one, that he used in its youth. That it's a safe place to be. ]
But sunlight reflected in a mirror harms vampires. If moonlight were truly reflected sunlight, surely it would- [ Juliet trails off. ] -oh, that was rude, wasn't it? I shouldn't be thinking about how to kill you while you're talking about the moon. Don't mind me, just tell me more things about the sky. I'm very nearly romanced, you know.
[ Her tone makes it sound like a joke, but her arms are around Alucard's shoulders, her cloak bundled around both of them as they look out at the night sky. She listens intently, only occasionally popping in to add comments about sunlight, speculation on what must make it different from the light of other stars. Most of her ideas aren't anywhere close to correct, but she's eager to hear about the science of it all and try to match it with what she knows. There might have been some gems in there, if they'd ever had the chance to test any of the wild theories she presented. But she slows, and not from tiredness. ]
The world will lose so much, when this is done. All these stars, how far away they are and how hot they burn and how long their light takes to reach us - suddenly, nobody will know those things anymore. They'll just be the lights in the sky again. And nobody- nobody will ever know that we lost anything.
[ Her arms tighten, and she pulls Alucard's back to her chest. Her voice is very small. Perhaps it's selfish, to be saying this to Alucard of all people. Perhaps it's important that he know that someone else might mourn the man. ]
We're burning the Library of Alexandria, aren't we? In a war that didn't need to happen.
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But this room always seems to have windows. Great, arched ones, and a ceiling of glass. A telescope in the room's heart, and star charts scattered across desks. Dracula has long had a more powerful, more complete observatory. The castle seems to think that means he forgot this one, that he used in its youth. That it's a safe place to be. ]
But sunlight reflected in a mirror harms vampires. If moonlight were truly reflected sunlight, surely it would- [ Juliet trails off. ] -oh, that was rude, wasn't it? I shouldn't be thinking about how to kill you while you're talking about the moon. Don't mind me, just tell me more things about the sky. I'm very nearly romanced, you know.
[ Her tone makes it sound like a joke, but her arms are around Alucard's shoulders, her cloak bundled around both of them as they look out at the night sky. She listens intently, only occasionally popping in to add comments about sunlight, speculation on what must make it different from the light of other stars. Most of her ideas aren't anywhere close to correct, but she's eager to hear about the science of it all and try to match it with what she knows. There might have been some gems in there, if they'd ever had the chance to test any of the wild theories she presented. But she slows, and not from tiredness. ]
The world will lose so much, when this is done. All these stars, how far away they are and how hot they burn and how long their light takes to reach us - suddenly, nobody will know those things anymore. They'll just be the lights in the sky again. And nobody- nobody will ever know that we lost anything.
[ Her arms tighten, and she pulls Alucard's back to her chest. Her voice is very small. Perhaps it's selfish, to be saying this to Alucard of all people. Perhaps it's important that he know that someone else might mourn the man. ]
We're burning the Library of Alexandria, aren't we? In a war that didn't need to happen.