[Under the trees, Alucard finds a spot to lean, folding his arms over his chest. His eyes move up, and there. The tiniest hint of spring in all the wet and snow and dourness. A few buds on a young branch, premature but no less welcome for it.
It'll pass. Alucard breathes out at that. Acknowledgement, not judgement.]
This happened last year, you know. Different sort of kidnapping, but still the same sort of panic.
[His voice is gentle, but moreover, impersonal.]
My partner and I were bonded but not romantic yet. And we were shit at talking about what happened.
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[Under the trees, Alucard finds a spot to lean, folding his arms over his chest. His eyes move up, and there. The tiniest hint of spring in all the wet and snow and dourness. A few buds on a young branch, premature but no less welcome for it.
It'll pass. Alucard breathes out at that. Acknowledgement, not judgement.]
This happened last year, you know. Different sort of kidnapping, but still the same sort of panic.
[His voice is gentle, but moreover, impersonal.]
My partner and I were bonded but not romantic yet. And we were shit at talking about what happened.