( 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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[ananym]

[ alucard inclines his head in acknowledgement. ]

Or be used to solve them.