[Even before Alucard's opened his eyes, the beads and crystals make themselves known. There's movement in the garment even if it is meant to sit snug against the skin. That also means weight, two things that he'd never naturally associate with a corset.
So he can be forgiven for being breathless when he opens his eyes and takes a good look at what Hilda has created. There's no noise, only wide eyes and the immediate look downwards to his own chest to try and examine more of the details. His fingers move over the beads, curious and careful. To wear the corset is to not be able to examine some of the details properly, but that's also the point. The fit is more important.
Still, Alucard takes several steps closer to the mirror to try and get a better view. Turns and twists, trying to look at every angle possible. Vaguely, he thanks himself for keeping it simple and just wearing black trousers and his regular boots.
He keeps turning, curious if there are any details on the back. But Alucard can't 180 on himself, and it finally leaves him looking at Hilda, aware that his quiet was likely causing anxiety at this point.]
I am so rarely at a loss for words. I still don't have them. That is how well you've done.
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So he can be forgiven for being breathless when he opens his eyes and takes a good look at what Hilda has created. There's no noise, only wide eyes and the immediate look downwards to his own chest to try and examine more of the details. His fingers move over the beads, curious and careful. To wear the corset is to not be able to examine some of the details properly, but that's also the point. The fit is more important.
Still, Alucard takes several steps closer to the mirror to try and get a better view. Turns and twists, trying to look at every angle possible. Vaguely, he thanks himself for keeping it simple and just wearing black trousers and his regular boots.
He keeps turning, curious if there are any details on the back. But Alucard can't 180 on himself, and it finally leaves him looking at Hilda, aware that his quiet was likely causing anxiety at this point.]
I am so rarely at a loss for words. I still don't have them. That is how well you've done.