[Alucard doesn't hide the small gasp of surprise as pink is added into the metal. His eyes go from watching it all sink in to Hilda herself, knowing that she needs to see the surprise and fondness and affection writ across his face. They've exchanged plenty of tender gestures with each other over the centuries but this? This feels a fundamental thing.
So perhaps he can be forgiven for breaking workshop rules this one time. Words are pointless right now, he's terrible at them in these moments. Alucard extends one gloved hand to Hilda's cheek, and leans in to kiss her.
It isn't a fleeting kiss, but it is chaste, hyperaware of the very hot fires around them and that they shouldn't be doing this. I love you too, because what else is that level of safety being extended to him in this moment?
The sword will come out perfectly. Of that, Alucard is sure. But the act of forging and the components of them both embedded in the thing matter so much more. If there is a greater gift to give, Alucard does not know of it, nor does Alucard think that there is a way they could be even more entwined.]
call it here or wrap up on next tag? your call either way.
So perhaps he can be forgiven for breaking workshop rules this one time. Words are pointless right now, he's terrible at them in these moments. Alucard extends one gloved hand to Hilda's cheek, and leans in to kiss her.
It isn't a fleeting kiss, but it is chaste, hyperaware of the very hot fires around them and that they shouldn't be doing this. I love you too, because what else is that level of safety being extended to him in this moment?
The sword will come out perfectly. Of that, Alucard is sure. But the act of forging and the components of them both embedded in the thing matter so much more. If there is a greater gift to give, Alucard does not know of it, nor does Alucard think that there is a way they could be even more entwined.]