🀧 @apostase … leuthere + alucard . ◜ why are you looking at me like that ? ◞
is he so transparent ? has age and memory struck him so to his core that he's forgotten, after all this time, how to sequester his true thought ? that, or perhaps leuthere, even inebriated, is more aware than he'd initially given due credit for. he can't help it. there's a voice that, up till now, he's only heard in dreams of days gone and past. things long slipped through his fingers, sand inching downward in the very large, still barely half full jar. it's not just the voice. the voice can be written off, jarring coincidence, and it would be easier, if they didn't act so similarly. even in battle, though their styles aren't a precise match, there is too much similarity in the way that he throws himself in. head first. and even now, having watched as leuthere downed the tankard as if it nothing, though it is far from that, he feels a sense of .. nostalgia might explain it best, the mesh of complex, overlapping emotions he isn't sure he wants to acknowledge. adrian thinks he holds on to memory more adjacently to his father.
on the tip of his tongue are the words wouldn't you like to know, belmont ? but that's not right. he replaces them instead with the unfortunately bitter red of wine.
“ merely wondering who you expect to drag you back to your bedroll when you inevitably lose function of your legs and coordination of your body. ” deadpan, at least, has always been his champion, easy and flippant. he favors deflection this night, not to be awash by the olden yet, though it will happen anyway. memory is easier to handle when it does not stand in front of you. aches less, he tells himself. “ should we prepare to roll you there ? ”
