( open ) this somber song will drain the sun

[ananym]

CHARACTERS: Alucard + You
LOCATION: Around the station
DATE: August, before the next mission
CONTENT: Alucard getting used to things
WARNINGS: N/A, will warn if this changes



( i. simulation room )

[ he avoids recreating the castle. he doesn't want to look at it anymore. and perhaps in time and with the people of danesti, it would become a liveable place again. full of wonder and light and warmth. the castle had never been that, not in its entirety. as if his father could only hold so much . . . humanity.

no, the castle is not there. just the outskirts of it, quiet and peaceful. the wind rustles his hair as he sits down next to a gravestone. it has no name, just the belmont crest. he would set flowers, but for an illusion, that seemed overly sentimental. he could picture trevor scoffing at him. instead he has a bottle of wine which he sets down next to him. ]

Well, Belmont. It looks I am truly committed.

[ he takes a swig of his wine bottle before setting it back down. ]

( ii. the kitchen )

[ alucard kept a decent larder back in the castle, but he preferred to hunt and fetch his own food from outside. it got him out, made him feel like a real person. here, things were different. he can no longer live that way or step outside.

now is not the time to mope about it. alucard takes out some cans of food and cartons, staring at them pointedly. ]

Do I just open them . . . ?

[ alucard looks at his fingers and elongates a nail to stab a milk carton. someone should probably show him there's a better way. ]

( iii. sunlight room )

[ it is a strange sight.

alucard has shed his billowy white shirts and long black cloak. the scar on his chest is prominent as he leans back to soak up the sun with the most genuine smile he has ever shown. there's something very calming about this room, something about just . . . light that alucard wants to let in. perhaps, just to chase away his own shadows. ]

( iv. wildcard )

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Comments

[heyciri]

( a tight little smile for that, and she rolls her shoulders, feeling too tense all of a sudden. or from a creeping tension, she supposes. )

Aim for better endings, right?

[ananym]

At least for others.

[ who knows if he can ever find an ending. ]

[heyciri]

Why not yourself, too?

[ananym]

I haven't given that much thought.

[heyciri]

( she gives him a look. )

Why's that?

[ananym]

I fear it would be tempting fate.

[ and he doesn't need any more complications. ]

[heyciri]

( a breath out, hard and fast. )

Yeah, well. Think you'll find a lot of people here feel that way. True or not, hard for anyone to say, isn't it? Unless you've heard prophecies about the future.

[ananym]

No.

At least not personally. Have you?

[heyciri]

Yes. Not only me, it's a known prophecy. Seems we're in a time where it's starting to come to pass.

( she shrugs, not elucidating what it is specifically. )

Not that it's relevant while I'm here.

[ananym]

[ hm. ]

I suppose I do know of one. That involved myself but I never considered it prophetic.

I was a sleeping soldier under a town. Meant to help them in their greatest hour of need.

[heyciri]

How was that greatest hour even meant to be determined?

( a wry smile, too old for her visible age, but tempered from enough lived experiences to leave her here. when her brows lift, catching up with what he'd said in a thoughtful way, she's... considering. humans can't really hibernate like bears underneath towns. other peoples can, but not humans, far as she knows. )

[ananym]

[ alucard hums softly. he is not ancient, only his lineage. he aged quickly, speeding through his development. and he has . . . that air about him. of unspoken things, dusty tombs and ancient paths. ]

I could not tell you. It is a story from the future given to the people from the past. Hence, a prophecy of sorts.

[heyciri]

... That is prophecy, isn't it? Stories from the future given to people in the past related to what they see.

[ananym]

I wasn't much of a soldier, even then.

But I think you're right. I simply struggle to see it applied to me.

[heyciri]

( she breathes out in a huff of air, grimacing as she does. )

Not sure many people want to be the focus of a prophecy. Even the good ones. Especially the bad ones.

[ananym]

[ hm. ]

Speaking from experience?

[heyciri]

( ciri looks at him sideways, considering for a few beats of her heart. what matters? what doesn't? at least he's had a prophecy. )

You could say that. Least mine isn't only about me, I guess.

[ananym]

That must be frustrating though.

[ alucard was asleep for his, even if he knew the story. ]

[heyciri]

( she snorts. )

Yeah, you can say that. ( a pause, and: ) Frightening, too. People have expectations, reasons they want you dead, or controlled. Mostly dead.

[ananym]

Or they expect you to solve all their problems.

[heyciri]

Or be used to solve them.

[ananym]

[ alucard inclines his head in acknowledgement. ]

Or be used to solve them.