[ It's happened a number of times now. First with Jon at the ice wall, then with Kell at the hospital where Nott used to be, then with Azem on the Isle of the Lost, and finally with Ciri. Memories of Ryne had led to the final crack in his mind. The realization that he'd forgotten the person who meant the most to him was solid proof that something was very, very wrong.
That, and the cracks that have now started to form in the sky itself.
Yet not everyone seems to be breaking out of the spell in the same way. Thancred (his name is Thancred; how could he have forgotten even that?) wracks his brain to determine who he suspects will have torn the wool from their eyes by now. At this point, he just needs someone to commiserate with, and his memories (though he knows not if he can even trust them) tell him that Alucard may be a good choice.
Alucard has rejected his godhood as much as he feasibly could, all this time.
Thancred arrives at Alucard's domain, and the sight of the humble cabin among the autumnal woods causes him to pause for a moment. He has distant memories of coming here long, long ago; of chats on the porch, or inside with a pot of coffee. Or walking alongside a wolf.
The clarity is good, as if he's suddenly waking from hazy dream, but it's also disorienting. He stumbles toward the porch, hoping that Alucard is here and can help him make some sense of all this. ]
— ✦ alucard
That, and the cracks that have now started to form in the sky itself.
Yet not everyone seems to be breaking out of the spell in the same way. Thancred (his name is Thancred; how could he have forgotten even that?) wracks his brain to determine who he suspects will have torn the wool from their eyes by now. At this point, he just needs someone to commiserate with, and his memories (though he knows not if he can even trust them) tell him that Alucard may be a good choice.
Alucard has rejected his godhood as much as he feasibly could, all this time.
Thancred arrives at Alucard's domain, and the sight of the humble cabin among the autumnal woods causes him to pause for a moment. He has distant memories of coming here long, long ago; of chats on the porch, or inside with a pot of coffee. Or walking alongside a wolf.
The clarity is good, as if he's suddenly waking from hazy dream, but it's also disorienting. He stumbles toward the porch, hoping that Alucard is here and can help him make some sense of all this. ]