[He murmurs the name, but that has to be that. The guards know him as a quiet thing that put up a hell of a fight, whose chains must be kept in tact no matter what. His silence is suspicious, but there are others making fools of themselves and demand attention first.
Porom leaves, and Alucard won't lie: he's impressed. At that age, not even he could be that clear and level headed in this kind of a situation. But that makes it all the worse.
Days pass, measured in hours outside and single meals, punctuated by gossip or thank you cards from that little girl who marched in here to speak to prisoners. Alucard's sure he isn't allowed thank you notes, just as he's sure that it'll be days yet before anything else happens to him.
His bruises are looking better though. That's something.]
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[He murmurs the name, but that has to be that. The guards know him as a quiet thing that put up a hell of a fight, whose chains must be kept in tact no matter what. His silence is suspicious, but there are others making fools of themselves and demand attention first.
Porom leaves, and Alucard won't lie: he's impressed. At that age, not even he could be that clear and level headed in this kind of a situation. But that makes it all the worse.
Days pass, measured in hours outside and single meals, punctuated by gossip or thank you cards from that little girl who marched in here to speak to prisoners. Alucard's sure he isn't allowed thank you notes, just as he's sure that it'll be days yet before anything else happens to him.
His bruises are looking better though. That's something.]