[What Alucard wants most of all is for this to be over. For the two of them to have just stormed the castle, driven out Carmilla's forces en masse, and for all recovery to have been in their own bed. Squished between them, tables turned about fussing so they can't ever give Alucard lip about it again. Home and in comfort and half dead, rather than away and scared (but there is still comfort) and half dead.]
No. None of us can go ashore yet.
[They're still too close, Carmilla could track their boat and determine what port they're at. A Belmont, excommunicated, is still a Belmont which means he'll go to a church and she has humans, which means they can enter the goddamn church. Slower recovery is better than that risk.
It has to be three. Always three. If it's two, they fall apart. It's true in normal circumstances, like when Trevor takes his own leave and it's just Alucard and Sypha in the castle. They're fine together, they're happy,but it's...a not right thing.
He ought to sleep. Alucard knows it, but he doesn't want to. He could still be dragged back, torn away, this moment dearly fought for brought to a swift end.]
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No. None of us can go ashore yet.
[They're still too close, Carmilla could track their boat and determine what port they're at. A Belmont, excommunicated, is still a Belmont which means he'll go to a church and she has humans, which means they can enter the goddamn church. Slower recovery is better than that risk.
It has to be three. Always three. If it's two, they fall apart. It's true in normal circumstances, like when Trevor takes his own leave and it's just Alucard and Sypha in the castle. They're fine together, they're happy,but it's...a not right thing.
He ought to sleep. Alucard knows it, but he doesn't want to. He could still be dragged back, torn away, this moment dearly fought for brought to a swift end.]
Wait until we are further away.