[You know what? Alucard's never been more relieved in his life that someone just showed up in the dungeon cells offering additional food in his life. There's zero point in hiding the look of real, genuine relief on his face at Gideon's reaction. Or the sigh that follows, like every bit of stressed air in him is being excised at once.
For a moment, his eyes fall onto the bottle she has. Not enough for the rest of the night, that's clear. So he makes the grabby hand gesture. He's capable of a smooth pour of wine bottle into wine bottle]
I think you're right. Probably. [Hopefully?] But I understand the path to not caring a little bit more now. [It scares him, but it is as she says. He has the thought, still. It can be restrained.
The threat of silence hovers though, and Alucard can't say he likes it much. He shifts just a little in his comfy flopped out spot, eyes moving towards the ceiling.] Thank you.
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For a moment, his eyes fall onto the bottle she has. Not enough for the rest of the night, that's clear. So he makes the grabby hand gesture. He's capable of a smooth pour of wine bottle into wine bottle]
I think you're right. Probably. [Hopefully?] But I understand the path to not caring a little bit more now. [It scares him, but it is as she says. He has the thought, still. It can be restrained.
The threat of silence hovers though, and Alucard can't say he likes it much. He shifts just a little in his comfy flopped out spot, eyes moving towards the ceiling.] Thank you.