[When Alucard walks into the parlor, it's the final reminder that he's home. Not because he has seen so many variations of his parents curled up together like this before, but because of the expressions on their faces. They've been fighting, they're tired, this ordeal's toll is clear as any bell ringing in the first rays of light. He's probably missed what, at best, are the fight's opening. There's a rabbit warren of additional things that will come up, and had his mother been alone, he'd ask what transpired already. With his father there, it isn't going to happen. It might just provoke the next round of arguments, and after all of this, Alucard is not going to be responsible for yet another fight.
Not until tomorrow at least, when it's his turn to be the object of debate, and he'll yell back too and the new pattern of argument will be established. If this is how it's going to end every night though, then the fights are already worth it.
He walks in quietly, hair still wet from the bath, smell of blood washed away in full. There's no question about where to go to either. He sits down on the sofa and proceeds to rest his head against his mother's side, one arm very lazily wrapping around her middle while the other very gently brushes against his father's back. It's really the only good angle for that arm anyway, this entire sofa is just a mess of limbs now.
He doesn't say anything for a time. No where have we moved to? because the snowy mountain tops are the answer. No what day is it? because that doesn't matter in the slightest. No how are you both? because that answer is obvious.
Besides. Words would spoil this thing that he just went up against an entire city for. Went up against an entire city and won, come to think of it.]
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Not until tomorrow at least, when it's his turn to be the object of debate, and he'll yell back too and the new pattern of argument will be established. If this is how it's going to end every night though, then the fights are already worth it.
He walks in quietly, hair still wet from the bath, smell of blood washed away in full. There's no question about where to go to either. He sits down on the sofa and proceeds to rest his head against his mother's side, one arm very lazily wrapping around her middle while the other very gently brushes against his father's back. It's really the only good angle for that arm anyway, this entire sofa is just a mess of limbs now.
He doesn't say anything for a time. No where have we moved to? because the snowy mountain tops are the answer. No what day is it? because that doesn't matter in the slightest. No how are you both? because that answer is obvious.
Besides. Words would spoil this thing that he just went up against an entire city for. Went up against an entire city and won, come to think of it.]