[ it doesn't take him long. he hates that he feels like this: becoming a monster was supposed to erase his emotions, not amplify them. he aches, at all times. anderson had said that others would leave him here, but he hadn't thought it would be so soon.
at least he's not buying another dog.
he knocks, waiting patiently. he doesn't look as shitty as he did when integra left, but there's an air of melancholy about him. ]
[ teasing, a little--at least he's not entirely despondent. he knows rosalind will be happier at home, so that's good.
he shifts further inside, sitting down and watching adrian. for a split-second there's a desperate look on his face, then he shutters it away, gone just like that. ]
It's alright. We hadn't made any progress yet anyway. Just a lot of experiments to tell us that they come back no matter what's done to them.
[ they'd carved them off, taken off his hands completely, and burned them. painful, searingly so, both from the seals knowing they're being tampered with and the methods they used. ]
I wish I knew what he'd done so I could be more helpful. For all I experienced it, I was too distracted and bound to take in his actual techniques and what he was doing.
[ that shit hurt, okay. he smiles, faintly. ]
Thank you. It's going to be difficult, but there has to be a solution.
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[ mmm babey now he's depressed again. ]
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[How does one deal with emotions? Either:
A. crippling depression and lots of sleep
or
B. utter sarcasm
And he feels like Rosalind might appreciate the second one.]
Come over, Alucard.
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[ it doesn't take him long. he hates that he feels like this: becoming a monster was supposed to erase his emotions, not amplify them. he aches, at all times. anderson had said that others would leave him here, but he hadn't thought it would be so soon.
at least he's not buying another dog.
he knocks, waiting patiently. he doesn't look as shitty as he did when integra left, but there's an air of melancholy about him. ]
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He reaches out, gently touching Alucard's face.]
Come in. Make yourself at home.
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he steps inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. ]
What's its name?
[ bat is very important right now. ]
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I was helping mend her wing after I found her in the caves. She's made herself home here. I can't say I really can complain.
[He rolls his thumb over Alucard's cheek, then gestures him in so he can sit.]
...Alucard. We can still work on your seals. It'll be harder without Rosalind, but not impossible. I want you to understand that.
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[ teasing, a little--at least he's not entirely despondent. he knows rosalind will be happier at home, so that's good.
he shifts further inside, sitting down and watching adrian. for a split-second there's a desperate look on his face, then he shutters it away, gone just like that. ]
It's alright. We hadn't made any progress yet anyway. Just a lot of experiments to tell us that they come back no matter what's done to them.
[ they'd carved them off, taken off his hands completely, and burned them. painful, searingly so, both from the seals knowing they're being tampered with and the methods they used. ]
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[He sighs.]
But we can talk about that another time. For right now, just know I've not given up. I might not be Rosalind, but I think I can outwit Abraham.
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[ that shit hurt, okay. he smiles, faintly. ]
Thank you. It's going to be difficult, but there has to be a solution.
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[Adrian places his hand over Alucard's, gently squeezing.]
There will be. I promise. We can begin work together when you're willing.
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[ he turns his hand slightly, thumb brushing along the side of his hand. ]
It's been so long. I should be ready soon.
[ rosalind wouldn't want the work stopped on her behalf, he thinks. ]