[They can't get much closer, but Alucard can shift just enough so that his forehead is rested on Trevor's shoulder. It's not a place he naturally gravitates to (in happier times when they're in bed, it's usually Trevor's chest, and there's at least two or three dirty jokes about how Trevor has the most ample bosom), but it's there and it means not looking at anyone right now.
The dream was a repeat of every horror visited, sped up, and with the phantom of his father watching there, doing nothing. Saying nothing, but the look in his eyes suggested that all of this? This was earned. Earned for the sin of patricide, earned for taking custody of all the things meant to destroy the night things, and that no one aside from two scruffy humans would bother to stop this.
It was false, of course, a phantom born of guilt and fear. His father, if he endured, if he was in his right mind, would have visited fire and fury upon Carmilla and her ilk that would be a return to what his father was in his prime. Then he'd be home, tucked away somewhere safe and left to recover. Possessiveness, over protection, that was a trait inherited and there was sorrow in that fact too.
The dream had reminded him of another detail though, a conversation blocked out because it was the worst part of the ordeal. Something about cutting his hair before it all ends. I think the Church did that to his mother.
It's reflection on that particular element that leads Alucard to hiss out, twice as in many days, another quiet and this time much more defeated utterance of:]
no subject
The dream was a repeat of every horror visited, sped up, and with the phantom of his father watching there, doing nothing. Saying nothing, but the look in his eyes suggested that all of this? This was earned. Earned for the sin of patricide, earned for taking custody of all the things meant to destroy the night things, and that no one aside from two scruffy humans would bother to stop this.
It was false, of course, a phantom born of guilt and fear. His father, if he endured, if he was in his right mind, would have visited fire and fury upon Carmilla and her ilk that would be a return to what his father was in his prime. Then he'd be home, tucked away somewhere safe and left to recover. Possessiveness, over protection, that was a trait inherited and there was sorrow in that fact too.
The dream had reminded him of another detail though, a conversation blocked out because it was the worst part of the ordeal. Something about cutting his hair before it all ends. I think the Church did that to his mother.
It's reflection on that particular element that leads Alucard to hiss out, twice as in many days, another quiet and this time much more defeated utterance of:]
Fuck.