[They gravitate towards each other. Alucard's come to accept that, and he finds himself appreciating it more and more. Not having to explain most of himself is a luxury. It also has not escaped Alucard's attention that they both arrived here at a particularly awful low point. Maybe that's it. Solace in loss.
It comes as no surprise that Lenore sits beside him for this, in the end. He's quiet of course. This thing is solemn, words are to be minimal in the lead up so far as he is concerned. He's unsure why, but that's to unpack later.
His eyes remain dead ahead even as the magic involved begins to reveal itself. Until the sheep skin is draped over the one responsible for the worst of all of this, and there is suddenly something sharp in his arm.
Alucard does not jump, but for the first time since the proceedings began, he looks away, checking in on his companion.]
LAST RITES -- Closed, Lenore
It comes as no surprise that Lenore sits beside him for this, in the end. He's quiet of course. This thing is solemn, words are to be minimal in the lead up so far as he is concerned. He's unsure why, but that's to unpack later.
His eyes remain dead ahead even as the magic involved begins to reveal itself. Until the sheep skin is draped over the one responsible for the worst of all of this, and there is suddenly something sharp in his arm.
Alucard does not jump, but for the first time since the proceedings began, he looks away, checking in on his companion.]