[Bruised ribs, that's probably from falling through the mirror. Alucard catches himself considering that again, and it feels like a miracle in and of itself. Of all the things in the Hold that were used, that damned necklace was the worst. It kept him...tame. It didn't allow for him to think about what next steps to take, how to minimize his exposure to the rest of the things that bound him, just. Just stupid and docile and too easy to use as bait.
There's new spots of pain blossoming as he lies there, the colors of it hazy and horrifying to feel. He's got enough wit about him to clamp down on the very real screams he wants to let out (they are guests right now, and most of the crew is probably just waking up, it is improper).
One thought does manage to hiss out though, not feral but an all too near thing as Alucard tries to shift and accommodate the new sources of agony.]
Carmilla's head goes into the Hold. Place of honor.
[All those other skulls, they had been covered by Alucard one of his first days alone in the hold. A simple blanket draped over each shelf. Dignity while not disturbing the Belmont's cataloging system. Looking at the index later, a few of those skulls had been people Alucard's father knew. All the better to return their dignity in death.]
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[Bruised ribs, that's probably from falling through the mirror. Alucard catches himself considering that again, and it feels like a miracle in and of itself. Of all the things in the Hold that were used, that damned necklace was the worst. It kept him...tame. It didn't allow for him to think about what next steps to take, how to minimize his exposure to the rest of the things that bound him, just. Just stupid and docile and too easy to use as bait.
There's new spots of pain blossoming as he lies there, the colors of it hazy and horrifying to feel. He's got enough wit about him to clamp down on the very real screams he wants to let out (they are guests right now, and most of the crew is probably just waking up, it is improper).
One thought does manage to hiss out though, not feral but an all too near thing as Alucard tries to shift and accommodate the new sources of agony.]
Carmilla's head goes into the Hold. Place of honor.
[All those other skulls, they had been covered by Alucard one of his first days alone in the hold. A simple blanket draped over each shelf. Dignity while not disturbing the Belmont's cataloging system. Looking at the index later, a few of those skulls had been people Alucard's father knew. All the better to return their dignity in death.]