Alucard understands it only from where he sits. Hilda is a friend. He trusts her, and has told her the worst parts of him. She's taken it all in, and they've moved along with a light and easy back and forth that is familiar and well worn in, as if they've known each other for longer. They've accidentally locked lips twice by accident, and it has only ever been a little awkward. This entire corset business made it clear that there's no part of him that panics around her. That means trust, and it has also meant weird little feelings.
Ones he is not expressing well, if the what? is anything to go by.
Actions are always easier, aren't they?
Alucard leans in. He's slow, giving Hilda plenty of time to shove him away, reiterate the what????, or otherwise tell him to knock it all the hell off.
This isn't an accidental kiss. It is on purpose, Alucard's be-corseted chest close to Hilda's, his lips on hers, and angling it so that she can also roll off the sofa if so desired.
Alucard doesn't know what reaction he'll get when his lips meet Hilda's. That part is terrifying, and he might in fact be making a very good friendship go sour. But that he's willing to try is also growth.]
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There's really no joke at hand.
Alucard understands it only from where he sits. Hilda is a friend. He trusts her, and has told her the worst parts of him. She's taken it all in, and they've moved along with a light and easy back and forth that is familiar and well worn in, as if they've known each other for longer. They've accidentally locked lips twice by accident, and it has only ever been a little awkward. This entire corset business made it clear that there's no part of him that panics around her. That means trust, and it has also meant weird little feelings.
Ones he is not expressing well, if the what? is anything to go by.
Actions are always easier, aren't they?
Alucard leans in. He's slow, giving Hilda plenty of time to shove him away, reiterate the what????, or otherwise tell him to knock it all the hell off.
This isn't an accidental kiss. It is on purpose, Alucard's be-corseted chest close to Hilda's, his lips on hers, and angling it so that she can also roll off the sofa if so desired.
Alucard doesn't know what reaction he'll get when his lips meet Hilda's. That part is terrifying, and he might in fact be making a very good friendship go sour. But that he's willing to try is also growth.]