[Some of it is easier. The walks outside, they don't require as many minutes to reset after something rises to the top of Alucard's mind and flings him back into the realm of memory. There are still night terrors (the power only slightly waned.) But there is work and there is this, and no one ever said an antidote would be quick acting. Not for things of the mind. Within that second session had been the goddamn pomander (and on that there had been not quite tears but the spitting fury and fear of being present and helpless at the same time) so at least that thing was behind them all. Plus the thin wry laugh of the attempt to use salt in wounds before silver, no one catching on that salt is a natural thing in the human body.
And it was easier to clean and go through the physical. Their room was...no that was hell, but it was easily fixed. It'd be whole soon, the varnish on the wood for the new bed had just been applied today, and within another day or two the whole would be complete. They could have that room back properly. Theirs again. Fully.
The space between this session and the last is good. In some ways, less so, part of Alucard has very much wanted to rush through and have this all done with as if it's a magic cure for all the horrible stillnesses. (He knows it isn't. He can dream.)
He looks first at the rug, then to Trevor. If this was normal, he'd joke about just turning into his wolf form and letting Trevor relive a few good memories. This isn't normal. So he nods.]
One day you're going to run out of scars, and then where shall we be?
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And it was easier to clean and go through the physical. Their room was...no that was hell, but it was easily fixed. It'd be whole soon, the varnish on the wood for the new bed had just been applied today, and within another day or two the whole would be complete. They could have that room back properly. Theirs again. Fully.
The space between this session and the last is good. In some ways, less so, part of Alucard has very much wanted to rush through and have this all done with as if it's a magic cure for all the horrible stillnesses. (He knows it isn't. He can dream.)
He looks first at the rug, then to Trevor. If this was normal, he'd joke about just turning into his wolf form and letting Trevor relive a few good memories. This isn't normal. So he nods.]
One day you're going to run out of scars, and then where shall we be?
[He will too. But Trevor's likely to be first.
He sits.]