sleepytimejunction | ❧ open rp

[The strike to his chest had been deadly enough to render him needing to sleep, despite how dangerous it would be. Even worse, the curse he'd been laid with, to be asleep until true love's kiss would allow him to wake.

Was it Dracula's mercy, or his selfish act to ensure that his son would not interfere? It's impossible to say, but he tale has become an infamous one. From Sleeping Soldier to the Resting Son, waiting in an ancient hold for love to allow his eyes to open again. He dreams often; the distant memories of a hunter and a scholar arguing, his father, his mother.

More recently, the dreams of a man, speaking of his life. His loved ones, his garden, touches in the distance that he can't respond to.

The first thing he notices is warmth on his lips as his eyes flutter. The taste of blood giving him strength. Breathing in deeply, Alucard slowly sits up, pressing back as he sighs sleepily.

Finally, Alucard's eyes open.]

You...

[He touches his own lips, contemplating for a moment, then realizes the state of the hold. His tankards empty, everything worn and old from disuse--]

How long has it been?

[ A heartbeat. He feels a heartbeat, and that is more than here ever had been before. Then breath, cool against his lips, and he moves back to look at the man Minwu had called the Resting Son. ]

A week. [ He answers before his mind can catch up with everything. When it does, he realises that the man probably doesn't mean how long has he been at his side. He tries again. Trying is a good way to not consider his own blood trickling down the man's pale, perfect face, the enormity of what he just did, the fact that it worked- ] Lord Dracula's campaign began- one hundred and ninety eight years ago, I believe.

[ He doesn't sound entirely certain, a lot of this he's only begun learning recently himself and memorisation of dates has fallen second to learning to fight. ]

[Alucard breathes hard, his eyes wide as he considers the news. One hundred and ninety-eight years ago, he's been asleep that long. He wonders, frantically, if he's done this, if he's doomed these people so terribly from a sleep so deep that he couldn't truly control.

But he also knows what it means, this man waking him--

Alucard tips his chin down, working to gather himself, to calm his demeanor even though he wants to scream at the knowledge that it's been so long. Perhaps he should be grateful enough that there are even any humans alive at this point.

Breathing in, Alucard finally looks at this man. Though internally horrified, his expression is steady now.]

You... your name is Firion. Isn't it?

You spoke during my sleep.

[ He waits while the man gathers himself. He can hardly imagine the blow that that knowledge must be, to have lost two centuries. ]

I did. [ He answers eventually. The man must have questions about why, so he continues. It's more business now than it was while he was asleep, the risk of letting intelligence slip worth it now. ] I was sent here by Hilda Belmont, leader of the Wild Rose Rebellion. She wishes to ask your aid.

[ She's not a real Belmont - god knows if there are any of those left. But her father, with Minwu's aid, was the first to find his way into the hold. The name serves well to inspire hope and humanity among a people raised as livestock. ]

The Belmonts still live?

[He'd been under a different impression, especially now, but knowing the humans are fighting for their freedom... Perhaps not all is lost.]

I would provide it.

[This isn't how it was supposed to be, he thinks to himself. But then, who could predict Dracula's curse laid onto him? And here he is now, with memories of the tales Firion has given, wonders about the truth of the spell breaking.]

The people years ago used to call me Alucard. Will your people accept aid from the son of the man who has brought the world to ruin?

[ He hesitates at that, because he believes every word that leaves Lady Hilda's lips, but he doesn't want to mislead this man. ]

I believe so, but there are rumours to the contrary. She arms us from their hold and bears the Morning Star. And she-

[ The second question is both easy and difficult. 'No' would be truthful but achieve nothing. ]

-she must have known who you are. She would accept it. I would. And the rest of my people need not accept it in order to be free.

[The Morning Star. So, she even has that. Who is the hunter and who is the scholar in this case, he wonders, as if the old tale amounts to anything.

Adrian rises out of the coffin, dressing himself.]

Tell your people what you wish, then. Know that I will do everything I can to stop Dracula. [Holding out his hand, his sword is summoned to it.]

And what will you do, Firion? Do you fight as well?

I do. And I will. I shan't let others fight for my salvation while I stand by and do nothing.

[ He has the sense and decency to look away as Adrian dresses himself, at least. As he answers, a crash sounds from above followed by an inhuman screech. He doesn't even flinch at it by this point. The sound has been constant through the last week, night creatures being caught in the traps. ]

I fear escape from this place may prove a challenge. Gresit is a great nest of night creatures and I did not find my way here unfollowed.

❧ open rp - adrian/alucard

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sorry for the wait, it's been a bit of a week