[The coffin opens with less effort than Sypha would have expected. She's instantly annoyed that she let the size and heft of the thing fool her - of course Dracula's own coffin would be perfectly balanced.
For that's what this has to be. Dracula's resting place. Even more so than the bedroom they turned over yesterday. Sypha's belly twists at the thought of how Alucard ended up within it. Was he forced? Or so badly injured he had no other choice, like when he retreated to Gresit?
The lid swings away and for a split second she and Trevor just...look. They take in the sunken eyes, the unwashed shirt, the crescents of dirt embedded under his nails. Alucard never looked so unkempt even when they were a week on the road in the dead of winter. And he was never so unaware of another presence. It's not until Sypha takes in a breath to speak, stirring the air with her lungs, that he suddenly reanimates.
One second he's motionless, the next he's clawed his way upright and looking wildly between Trevor and Sypha. They both pull back on reflex, gestures that would normally summon their respective weapons aborting halfway. Sypha rocks forward, reaching out to her friend.] Alucard! Are you all right? What happened? How did you get here?
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For that's what this has to be. Dracula's resting place. Even more so than the bedroom they turned over yesterday. Sypha's belly twists at the thought of how Alucard ended up within it. Was he forced? Or so badly injured he had no other choice, like when he retreated to Gresit?
The lid swings away and for a split second she and Trevor just...look. They take in the sunken eyes, the unwashed shirt, the crescents of dirt embedded under his nails. Alucard never looked so unkempt even when they were a week on the road in the dead of winter. And he was never so unaware of another presence. It's not until Sypha takes in a breath to speak, stirring the air with her lungs, that he suddenly reanimates.
One second he's motionless, the next he's clawed his way upright and looking wildly between Trevor and Sypha. They both pull back on reflex, gestures that would normally summon their respective weapons aborting halfway. Sypha rocks forward, reaching out to her friend.] Alucard! Are you all right? What happened? How did you get here?