a nocturne of recollection

[reposing]

It was with deep reluctance that they all parted ways. After all, he loathed to think that he would never see anyone else again, and in particular--

In particular, his heart had wrenched at the very thought he'd never see Connor again. He could not live with that idea, refused to accept it. How horridly unfair it is that he's been teased with this? To be given such love in his heart for another, only to have it stolen away. His life cannot be confined to a miserable, lonely existence in Wallachia.

So he'd promised. He would find Connor, even if it took years for him. Even if it took centuries, he would find him.

What he hadn't anticipated upon was forgetting upon returning to Wallachia. Everything, but the inkling that he had a task to do, something he had to fulfill after defeating his father. He couldn't say what it was, but it was comforting to know that he had something to look forward to even after committing patricide.

That in itself had been difficult. However, with the help of his hunter and scholar, the deed was eventually accomplished. Shortly after, the memory returned.

The station. Familiar faces. A promise.

So he committed himself to it. To finding the right combination of magic and science to transport him to another reality. After the passing of Sypha and Trevor, he knew there was nothing left for him in Wallachia. Both his parents dead, his friends dying of old age, and it meant he could fully commit himself to leaving. It took quite sometime, even some mistakes along the way, but eventually, there was success.

In a burst of lightning tearing through space-time, his father's castle appears in the middle of Lake St. Clair. Not terribly far from Detroit, though he knows little of the city itself except for what he remembers Connor telling him, what images he could share. Though it's been a few centuries for Alucard, he couldn't be sure how long it's been. From the looks of things, it shouldn't have been long at all for Connor.

Now it's just a matter of finding him.

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[rk800connor]

Six months.

It had been six very chaotic, very insane months since Connor had booted up feeling a little but off. The memory of the station had been locked away without him even realizing it.

To be fair, hours after 'returning' he'd been infiltrating Jericho, officially choosing to become deviant, and then breaking into the CyberLife tower to help lead a revolution.

Sorting out one strange, confusing feeling from another was something he found himself dealing with on an almost hourly basis and the odd feeling of deja vu that sprung up was usually shrugged off. The hints were there, just out of reach, but he hardly knew himself after all.

"You listening? You fucking aren't, are you?" Connor tuned in as a fry flew through the air and hit him square in face. Hank the tiniest bit sheepish, but it was obvious he was mostly just trying to hold back a laugh, "Honest to God, Connor, I thought you'd catch that... or dodge. Matrix-style. You alright? You're like a million miles away."

Connor gave the fry that had hit him a disdainful look but ended up shrugging at Hank's eventual heartfelt concern.

"I'm fine. There's been a lot to think about lately," He said apologetically, which received a sage nod of agreement from Hank as he popped a fry into his mouth.

"Why don't you head home? I can finish dinner without you. I'm a big boy, I can eat by myself," Hank teased, giving his partner a smirk, "Go on. Get some rest, or whatever it is you do."

Connor straightened up, thought about it and then nodded, "Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow Hank."

It felt strange going home. It felt strange having a home. An apartment. An android apartment, a new a booming business for slum lords. What was better than a tenant who didn't really even need a kitchen or bathrooms after all?

He could have called a cab but, at some point, he'd decided that the warm breeze and darkening night sky would help clear his mind. Without realizing how long he'd been walking, he ended up in the little park by the bridge, the sun now long since set.