[Fortunately, he's getting pretty good at the cycle of the moons, and at learning to anticipate curveballs like this when the violet moon takes to the sky. Iris is always hard for Alucard, in one way or another; even at its worst, Sanguis never seems quite so burdensome as Iris seems to be on his dhampir, and he's grown accustomed to preparing in advance for whatever new challenge might arise every Iris cycle.
It's hard to admit, but in a strange way, he sort of likes it. He likes being needed the way Alucard needs him, and he likes the rush of satisfaction that comes with comforting him and easing his ache. It makes him feel like he's doing something right in the aftermath of a time in his life when he felt like everything he did went wrong. That's selfish of him, and he knows it, but keeping those thoughts to himself isn't hurting anything, anyway.
He'd already had a bag packed and waiting — always does, when Iris draws near — and it doesn't take long to add a few additional necessities to the pile. A pair of sealed containers from the kitchen go into a cloth carry-bag, and he swings his acoustic guitar's case onto his back as he hands off the rest of his burden to Star and sets out for Alucard's apartment.
He doesn't rush, but he doesn't dawdle either. Soon enough, he's knocking at the door.]
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[Fortunately, he's getting pretty good at the cycle of the moons, and at learning to anticipate curveballs like this when the violet moon takes to the sky. Iris is always hard for Alucard, in one way or another; even at its worst, Sanguis never seems quite so burdensome as Iris seems to be on his dhampir, and he's grown accustomed to preparing in advance for whatever new challenge might arise every Iris cycle.
It's hard to admit, but in a strange way, he sort of likes it. He likes being needed the way Alucard needs him, and he likes the rush of satisfaction that comes with comforting him and easing his ache. It makes him feel like he's doing something right in the aftermath of a time in his life when he felt like everything he did went wrong. That's selfish of him, and he knows it, but keeping those thoughts to himself isn't hurting anything, anyway.
He'd already had a bag packed and waiting — always does, when Iris draws near — and it doesn't take long to add a few additional necessities to the pile. A pair of sealed containers from the kitchen go into a cloth carry-bag, and he swings his acoustic guitar's case onto his back as he hands off the rest of his burden to Star and sets out for Alucard's apartment.
He doesn't rush, but he doesn't dawdle either. Soon enough, he's knocking at the door.]