[The mirrors had been working. And then they hadn't.
The last discussion had over the viewing mirror had been tense. Nightly attacks. Too many people to keep an eye on. A million other little factofs that made being stuck in the castle so very, very infuriating. The worry was something Alucard tried to temper with a simple fact: Sypha and Trevor were more than capable of this work. Trust them.
And the part of him that was, is, and always will be a Ţepeş, one who has seen what inaction can cause, worried. He went away from that last conversation reassuring himself that all was fine and then there was silence.
Not just silence, but no images in the mirror at all. Just his own reflection, expression shifting between fear and anger that something might have gone wrong, and then fear at the anger because it's a horrifyingly familiar path. One day was nothing. They were busy. The magic of the mirrors were misbehaving.
Two days was worth being upset over. They forgot. The mirror got left in a bag.
Three days was worth panicking. Alucard knew where they had last been, their contacts, all the other details they had shared. He'd find them, ignore any chastizement about leaving the castle to fend for itself, and if they went home mad at him they went home together.
It's why the two are faced with closed doors now, the castle looming in contrast to the greenery around them all. It's June, with all the promises of the warm summer months and long, long days. Bad for vampires. Good for everyone else.
Alucard's voice doesn't come from the castle or from the communicators. It comes from behind Trevor and Sypha. He's just broken from one of those overpowered vampire runs, and there's no playing it off casually. There's relief on his face, like there were questions about their safe return.]
You're here.
[Two simple words and all the relief that there could ever be in them.]
no subject
The last discussion had over the viewing mirror had been tense. Nightly attacks. Too many people to keep an eye on. A million other little factofs that made being stuck in the castle so very, very infuriating. The worry was something Alucard tried to temper with a simple fact: Sypha and Trevor were more than capable of this work. Trust them.
And the part of him that was, is, and always will be a Ţepeş, one who has seen what inaction can cause, worried. He went away from that last conversation reassuring himself that all was fine and then there was silence.
Not just silence, but no images in the mirror at all. Just his own reflection, expression shifting between fear and anger that something might have gone wrong, and then fear at the anger because it's a horrifyingly familiar path. One day was nothing. They were busy. The magic of the mirrors were misbehaving.
Two days was worth being upset over. They forgot. The mirror got left in a bag.
Three days was worth panicking. Alucard knew where they had last been, their contacts, all the other details they had shared. He'd find them, ignore any chastizement about leaving the castle to fend for itself, and if they went home mad at him they went home together.
It's why the two are faced with closed doors now, the castle looming in contrast to the greenery around them all. It's June, with all the promises of the warm summer months and long, long days. Bad for vampires. Good for everyone else.
Alucard's voice doesn't come from the castle or from the communicators. It comes from behind Trevor and Sypha. He's just broken from one of those overpowered vampire runs, and there's no playing it off casually. There's relief on his face, like there were questions about their safe return.]
You're here.
[Two simple words and all the relief that there could ever be in them.]