[The coffin lid shuts when the door shuts behind Trevor and Sypha. Alucard unsticks himself from the side, his heart slowing down by just a hair. He is so tired. He's going to regret this. Really drive them away and--
--and even this much has left him exhausted. Exhausted and encased in the safest part of the castle, where if nothing else, he's safe for one more day. Or night. Whatever it is. All Alucard knows is that sleep claims him and holds him fast.
He's learned that dreams don't enter the coffin's space. It is the first time he hasn't had dreams in months and it still feels so good. So safe. A place where his own head can't get to him, and that's all thanks to his father's careful spellwork and disdain for humanity.
Maybe that'll come through in the next few days. Then they'll leave and he can stay in that coffin until otherwise demanded to emerge. Some stubborness can be defeated, if things have well and truly changed.
Alucard honors the agreement though. Tomorrow comes, and with the setting sun, he finds his way to the kitchen. He's found a clean shirt and trousers for good measure, but that's it. When he walks in, there's no eye contact. He looks only ever ahead, because to have his face downward is far worse.]
As agreed.
[His voice is thick and heavy. It showed some yesterday, but he's not used to talking these days.]
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--and even this much has left him exhausted. Exhausted and encased in the safest part of the castle, where if nothing else, he's safe for one more day. Or night. Whatever it is. All Alucard knows is that sleep claims him and holds him fast.
He's learned that dreams don't enter the coffin's space. It is the first time he hasn't had dreams in months and it still feels so good. So safe. A place where his own head can't get to him, and that's all thanks to his father's careful spellwork and disdain for humanity.
Maybe that'll come through in the next few days. Then they'll leave and he can stay in that coffin until otherwise demanded to emerge. Some stubborness can be defeated, if things have well and truly changed.
Alucard honors the agreement though. Tomorrow comes, and with the setting sun, he finds his way to the kitchen. He's found a clean shirt and trousers for good measure, but that's it. When he walks in, there's no eye contact. He looks only ever ahead, because to have his face downward is far worse.]
As agreed.
[His voice is thick and heavy. It showed some yesterday, but he's not used to talking these days.]