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synthneon2020-01-08 03:22 am
ancestralwhip) wrote in synthneon2020-01-08 03:22 am
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[ curse redux ] | ❝ in these cathedrals we roam, where shadow people dance. ❞
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Waking up in the bed of his family's guardian angel was the one thing that Richard Belmont never thought would happen. Hell, he had expected her to turn down his rather backwards way of asking for help. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling above them. Part of him thought there would have been a feeling of regret. Maybe even a bit of sense that sleeping with someone from his past life would have been bad karma. Instead he was left with a sense of--well, Richard wouldn't call it peace. It was more akin to a feeling of being settled. It was similar to the feeling he had when he finally mastered Vampire Killer.
Not that there was much point dwelling on it. Richard had learned that if he dwelt on things for too long then his mind wound wander, and there would be several conclusions and rabbit holes he'd regret. He turned his head enough to look for a clock. They did have to be at the airport at the right time. Otherwise Mr. Dracula's Son himself would be upset.
Although, Richard did feel like making the bastard wait just a bit. Payback for all those early morning and late night lessons. Things that fit better around the dhampire's nocturnal nature.
He sighed and pulled himself to sit up as he scrubbed at his face. He certainly didn't regret it. That much he was certain of by now. Now he simply wondered what would be next. They'd go off, fight Dracula again, probably make Alucard even more unbearable to be with. Then... what?
Shit. That was exactly why he hated when his thoughts wandered too far.
"What time is it?"
Waking up in the bed of his family's guardian angel was the one thing that Richard Belmont never thought would happen. Hell, he had expected her to turn down his rather backwards way of asking for help. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling above them. Part of him thought there would have been a feeling of regret. Maybe even a bit of sense that sleeping with someone from his past life would have been bad karma. Instead he was left with a sense of--well, Richard wouldn't call it peace. It was more akin to a feeling of being settled. It was similar to the feeling he had when he finally mastered Vampire Killer.
Not that there was much point dwelling on it. Richard had learned that if he dwelt on things for too long then his mind wound wander, and there would be several conclusions and rabbit holes he'd regret. He turned his head enough to look for a clock. They did have to be at the airport at the right time. Otherwise Mr. Dracula's Son himself would be upset.
Although, Richard did feel like making the bastard wait just a bit. Payback for all those early morning and late night lessons. Things that fit better around the dhampire's nocturnal nature.
He sighed and pulled himself to sit up as he scrubbed at his face. He certainly didn't regret it. That much he was certain of by now. Now he simply wondered what would be next. They'd go off, fight Dracula again, probably make Alucard even more unbearable to be with. Then... what?
Shit. That was exactly why he hated when his thoughts wandered too far.
"What time is it?"