[The new settlement of the Lunae is shaping up nicely. Alucard can say that much from his current vantage point, a rocky outcropping with a good enough look into the distance. That it has needed to come about at all, however, still sits ill with him. The fact that someone's selfish attempt to undo the good fortune and collaboration found in Oleuni Square was eventually successful sticks in his craw. It was working. And yet in expressing concerns over one thing, that carefully constructed thing came tumbling down.
He's aware few remember or care about the particulars of the situation. Alucard knows that his father's people were capable of holding grudges for centuries (and inspiring others to do the same such as in the case of the Belmonts), and that there's no reason for this to weigh heavily on his shoulders.
But it does, just as watching the behavior of his fellow Summoned does. The dumb, spiteful nonsense that spirals out of control due to what he's come to label as a) being bored b) not being especially well suited for a long lifespan c) natural tendencies towards drama and d) not thinking about the impact of one's actions on others.
His fingers draw idle lines in the dirt as he watches a roof put on a new dwelling.
There's been his own moments of petty annoyance and outrage, especially at the start of the ascension process. Denial and anger really, his feelings on gods and religion never kept a secret. It resulted in demigods, and there's no pride in that. He can't even clean up that mess, as it has been learned that such creatures cannot be destroyed by their ancestor.
It'd be nice if there were easy ways to clean up after other Summoned, or prevent things before they happened. But to do so required being Involved in a way that demands selflessness and sacrifice that Alucard has refused to engage with since his father's deathmurder passing. He doesn't want that again. But none of them have cracked the code of keeping each other in a general sense of check, even to just limit the harm done to each other.
Alucard exhales. His fingers keep drawing their idle lines.
There's other things he's never figured out. If this apotheosis was the New Day the fae spoke of. If godhood was sped up by Josselyn Creed and her misguided ritual. If there are ways to keep other Summoned in line on a personal level, because he's starting to truly worry about Viktor.
He picks his fingers up out of the dirt, wiping them idly on his trouser leg. There's the distant and pleasant cacophony of construction. It is enough to still his thoughts, at least for now.]
CLOSED | Divine Meet and Greet
He's aware few remember or care about the particulars of the situation. Alucard knows that his father's people were capable of holding grudges for centuries (and inspiring others to do the same such as in the case of the Belmonts), and that there's no reason for this to weigh heavily on his shoulders.
But it does, just as watching the behavior of his fellow Summoned does. The dumb, spiteful nonsense that spirals out of control due to what he's come to label as a) being bored b) not being especially well suited for a long lifespan c) natural tendencies towards drama and d) not thinking about the impact of one's actions on others.
His fingers draw idle lines in the dirt as he watches a roof put on a new dwelling.
There's been his own moments of petty annoyance and outrage, especially at the start of the ascension process. Denial and anger really, his feelings on gods and religion never kept a secret. It resulted in demigods, and there's no pride in that. He can't even clean up that mess, as it has been learned that such creatures cannot be destroyed by their ancestor.
It'd be nice if there were easy ways to clean up after other Summoned, or prevent things before they happened. But to do so required being Involved in a way that demands selflessness and sacrifice that Alucard has refused to engage with since his father's
deathmurderpassing. He doesn't want that again. But none of them have cracked the code of keeping each other in a general sense of check, even to just limit the harm done to each other.Alucard exhales. His fingers keep drawing their idle lines.
There's other things he's never figured out. If this apotheosis was the New Day the fae spoke of. If godhood was sped up by Josselyn Creed and her misguided ritual. If there are ways to keep other Summoned in line on a personal level, because he's starting to truly worry about Viktor.
He picks his fingers up out of the dirt, wiping them idly on his trouser leg. There's the distant and pleasant cacophony of construction. It is enough to still his thoughts, at least for now.]