[Alucard's eye catches the what's on the table. Multiple cups and plates, chairs that ought to be filled. A home for many rather than just one, and the effect of the whole thing is--
--he's not sure yet. To hold a memory like this and reconstruct it says a lot, but the dhampir has no wish to presume or assume anyone's feelings, especially not after what little Geralt has shared with him. All he needs to understand is that there were once more people here, and the world has made it so there is not.
Alucard keeps moving. It's wrong, taking from the tables, even if he's permitted.] Or at least small enough to give the illusion. And keep heat in. [At least Dracula's castle had bullshit vampire heating magic.]
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--he's not sure yet. To hold a memory like this and reconstruct it says a lot, but the dhampir has no wish to presume or assume anyone's feelings, especially not after what little Geralt has shared with him. All he needs to understand is that there were once more people here, and the world has made it so there is not.
Alucard keeps moving. It's wrong, taking from the tables, even if he's permitted.] Or at least small enough to give the illusion. And keep heat in. [At least Dracula's castle had bullshit vampire heating magic.]