[ He's quiet, since they came back to the castle. Quiet like he used to be - ready enough to pick petty fights or to make semi-witty comebacks, but not really willing to talk. Communicating exclusively in insults and self-deprecation. He's been keeping his distance as well, even on that sacred first day home, always somewhere in the hold or in what remains of the Belmont house.
(He'd toyed with the idea of rebuilding it. He hasn't done so. There's no need- they all have a home. This ruin can just remain a ruin, be a monument to the old Belmonts the way that the deeper parts of the castle are a monument to their oldest foe. There will be flowers growing from the ashes there in spring. All sorts of them. In winter, it's only those dark climbing things, the ones that always made it look like bats were crawling over the walls.)
Now, now that they've managed to get him into the same space as them, he's staring at Sypha, expression unreadable, and it takes him a moment to notice Alucard's movement. ]
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(He'd toyed with the idea of rebuilding it. He hasn't done so. There's no need- they all have a home. This ruin can just remain a ruin, be a monument to the old Belmonts the way that the deeper parts of the castle are a monument to their oldest foe. There will be flowers growing from the ashes there in spring. All sorts of them. In winter, it's only those dark climbing things, the ones that always made it look like bats were crawling over the walls.)
Now, now that they've managed to get him into the same space as them, he's staring at Sypha, expression unreadable, and it takes him a moment to notice Alucard's movement. ]
Shouldn't you be pretending to sleep?