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spindizzyCastlevania | None Forgotten
G | 100 words | Alucard, Sypha, Trevor | Set post-series two; ignores series three | Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
drabble_zone prompt "Tired." | Friends make for a persistent alarm clock.
"You slept for a year," Sypha huffed. "That should be enough for anyone."
Alucard rather felt like he could sleep for another decade; just retire to a coffin until the world forgot him—
"Tell him to move his arse or I’ll move it for him!" Belmont's voice echoed up the stairs.
"He will try," Sypha warned, and Alucard smirked faintly as he took her hand.
Being forgotten by the world would require Sypha and Belmont to let him go, which he suspected would take a very long time. Perhaps he could stay awake until then.
Castlevania | These are the lives you love to lead
G | 200 words | Alucard | Written for thedrabble_zone prompt "Dance." | Lisa dragged them to festivals when he was a child.
Lisa dragged them to festivals when he was a child, a chance for them to see humanity as it was. Alucard mainly remembered those trips as blurs of music and the smell of food; running between stalls as his mother chatted to former patients; leaping around his parents' legs in his clumsy puppy shape as Lisa pulled Dracula into the dances; sitting on his father's shoulders and sleepily protesting that he wasn't tired, as though Dracula was any man and Alucard any son.
This one was unlike his memories. These celebrations had a manic edge, as though the demons walking abroad Wallachia drove the people to excess. To dance harder, to drink more, to defy the night at the top of their lungs because they had survived another year. If he'd been alone, it might have been too much. But Belmont had an arm slung around his shoulders, and Sypha pulled him along, both of her hands around one of his. They were flushed with wine and laughter, and this was what his mother had wanted him to see. That despite everything, despite the worst of humanity, there could be joy.
He wished that she was here to see it.
G | 100 words | Alucard, Sypha, Trevor | Set post-series two; ignores series three | Written for the
drabble_zone prompt "Tired." | Friends make for a persistent alarm clock."You slept for a year," Sypha huffed. "That should be enough for anyone."
Alucard rather felt like he could sleep for another decade; just retire to a coffin until the world forgot him—
"Tell him to move his arse or I’ll move it for him!" Belmont's voice echoed up the stairs.
"He will try," Sypha warned, and Alucard smirked faintly as he took her hand.
Being forgotten by the world would require Sypha and Belmont to let him go, which he suspected would take a very long time. Perhaps he could stay awake until then.
Castlevania | These are the lives you love to lead
G | 200 words | Alucard | Written for the
drabble_zone prompt "Dance." | Lisa dragged them to festivals when he was a child.Lisa dragged them to festivals when he was a child, a chance for them to see humanity as it was. Alucard mainly remembered those trips as blurs of music and the smell of food; running between stalls as his mother chatted to former patients; leaping around his parents' legs in his clumsy puppy shape as Lisa pulled Dracula into the dances; sitting on his father's shoulders and sleepily protesting that he wasn't tired, as though Dracula was any man and Alucard any son.
This one was unlike his memories. These celebrations had a manic edge, as though the demons walking abroad Wallachia drove the people to excess. To dance harder, to drink more, to defy the night at the top of their lungs because they had survived another year. If he'd been alone, it might have been too much. But Belmont had an arm slung around his shoulders, and Sypha pulled him along, both of her hands around one of his. They were flushed with wine and laughter, and this was what his mother had wanted him to see. That despite everything, despite the worst of humanity, there could be joy.
He wished that she was here to see it.
