[ And he does. More easily than he perhaps should in even the safest part of this castle. He hasn't been so safe, so comfortable in the better part of a year. For a little while he's completely at rest.
It doesn't last until dawn. Once sleep has properly begun to overtake him his fingers begin to twitch, his face curls into a frown, his breath comes heavier, going in in gasps and coming out as mumbled bible verses in french. He reaches for the first thing he can hold on to - Adrian's hands again.
(The first time he has to go to the forgemasters for treatment is shortly after Carmilla's arrival. She whispers into the ear of Dragoslav, the bearded one. Reminds him of how the Belmonts hunted his own armies to the last, of how he barely survived himself. Suggests that his loyalty to Dracula should earn him at least a little revenge. The man wrenches his ribs open in front of the court, tearing out mouthfuls of flesh from inside, and Dracula only waves Isaac over to repair him before he dies and loses his usefulness. When the delirium of pain passes, his eyes are too bright.)
By dawn, his grip on Adrian's hands would be crushing, were he mortal. ]
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It doesn't last until dawn. Once sleep has properly begun to overtake him his fingers begin to twitch, his face curls into a frown, his breath comes heavier, going in in gasps and coming out as mumbled bible verses in french. He reaches for the first thing he can hold on to - Adrian's hands again.
(The first time he has to go to the forgemasters for treatment is shortly after Carmilla's arrival. She whispers into the ear of Dragoslav, the bearded one. Reminds him of how the Belmonts hunted his own armies to the last, of how he barely survived himself. Suggests that his loyalty to Dracula should earn him at least a little revenge. The man wrenches his ribs open in front of the court, tearing out mouthfuls of flesh from inside, and Dracula only waves Isaac over to repair him before he dies and loses his usefulness. When the delirium of pain passes, his eyes are too bright.)
By dawn, his grip on Adrian's hands would be crushing, were he mortal. ]