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Log; Complete
When; October 12. Late afternoon-evening.
Rating; PG. Fluff.
Characters; Alucard (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thekingofpain) and Integra (steeldame).
Summary; Snow, stroll and snow bats after the stress two days ago. Art used by Purple Triangle.
Log;
How properly gloomy that the bloody awful day that had nearly cost Integra her right hand had been followed by a dreadful blizzard strong enough to chill her bones. Were the deities trying to inspire a stereotypical ill omen feeling amongst them? She didn’t know or care. By nightfall, the tempest had faded into a snowfall and then was gone.
Integral Hellsing was ready to take a stroll before the snow landscape melt the following day. Her mind was still in the deadly harshness and the acid content that held the key to her freedom. It wasn’t the pain or the death threat that disturbed her but the impotent feeling to be hung from that device without having a say about it.
Absently, she lit her cigar with her left hand and changed her clothes into soft, white fur to fit in the winter wonderland outside and left without saying a word, lost in her own reflections.
The sun was setting on the City skyline.
He was following her, as he always did, but more closely today. Not visible, and yet as a mantle of foreboding surrounding Integral, tangible darkness with gleaming red eyes, fangs and radiating a malice to keep away her enemies.
She was a strong maiden, a warrior clinging to her humanity. And Alucard ill liked those who abused one of her fiercest traits- her humanity. But one day, that would not matter. One day, it would be Integral, himself and their beloved son and the world remade in her image.
Materializing beside her, the vampire took up a gait while staying slightly behind.
Integral sensed her servant close by but did not show it outwardly, not until he made himself solid beside her. Exhaling smoke out her mouth, she felt breathing was steamy even without the cigar, warm against the crispy air outside.
“Tracking my shadow, Alucard?” wondered Integral aloud, adjusting her glasses. “Don’t try to compensate for a slip; that will never work.” She glanced at the golden cross hanging around his neck, their ‘engagement ring’ signature. “What happened was beyond your skill.”
It was a lesson of survival for her to not rely on her servant at every turn and to her servant to remind him that against the forces of this City, he wouldn’t be able to rescue her.
Eyes narrowed slightly, expression otherwise unreadable. "I know. If this City wishes to separate us, then it will. But I will do everything I can to find you. As I know you would for me." He was wearing an incongruous coat, black with white fur along the collar, hands in his pockets.
"You handled the situation on your own, I do not doubt your abilities," the vampire added, watching her from the corner of his eyes.
As he spoke, Integral’s hand took his in an awkward attempt of intimacy, fingers entwining with his, feeling his cold skin even with the gloves. His frosty touch was comfort. He was with her and she would not allow this City or the blasphemous so called deities torn them apart with their sick games.
“When I call your name, you will be there,” Integral said with unflinching confidence. “I didn’t call your name that day. Not until it was over.”
Leaning in, his nose brushed her hair, lips pressing against her ear as his fingers entwined with her own, "I will always answer, Integral. Always." Then pulled away and ventured a half smirk, one single fang showing, "You wanted to overcome the obstacle yourself?"
And tilted his head, uncaring of the cold but aware of any ill effects such weather might have on Integral after being injured the previous day.
Leaning on the tall vampire, Integral closed her eyes and breathed. To many would be uncomfortable to be close with someone without a heart beat or need to fill their lungs with air, but she found herself relaxed in his arms. It was the safest place: the only one she could fully trust. Alucard was hers and would never dare to harm her.
“I had a minute to live, Alucard,” Integral said, shaking her head. No, it wasn’t foolish pride. It was needed for survival, plain and simple: instinct took over her dignity. “If I called out for you, there was the possibility you wouldn’t be able to enter for the bloody City intervention. I would fail and die. I trusted in you to attend me when I freed myself from that trap as priority.”
His skin was cold against hers, and he did inhale then- for even vampires needed breath to speak, "Then we shall leave what happened to yesterday. How is your hand?" And though he did exhale his words, no warm breath clouded the air, his lungs were cold.
She was quite near to him, disconcerting and appreciated. The vampire felt her relax and knew such a trust was a rarity. Thus he treasured it all the more.
“Healing,” was her curt reply. Integra did not wish to speak about the hand; she didn’t enjoy recalling her weakness as much she cherished her human fragility. She had gone to take a walk and to forget about the unsavory ordeal. She was victorious with her wounds, and alive next to this vampire.
Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing would not give up to the dire circumstances. Surrender was not in her vocabulary.
Lids lifting sluggishly, the knight caught a glimpse of an animal flying not far from Alucard’s shoulder. Her blue eyes narrowed. It was a bat. But not an ordinary bat. It was a white bat that was apparently made of snow.
“Alucard, turn around. Do I need a new pair of glasses or do you also see a snow bat?”
Slightly annoyed to turn from her warmth, the vampire looked over his shoulder, brow arching, "That does appear to be a snow bat, my Master." He knew it was a human custom in the Western World to create snow men and at times, snow animals.
But to see one animated was slightly obscene.
"It appears some childish user of magic is having a bit of fun. Shall I destroy it, Integral?"
When there was one, another did not take time to appear; snow wings fluttering behind the first bat, joined together in a beautiful flight around Integra and Alucard. She smiled, the first time since the experience two days ago, and shook her head. Reaching for his shoulder, the knight said:
“Craving to spill the remnants of snow of these harmless creations?” The bats’ flight continued away from them. “Let them be. They make a surprising sight.”
A smirk curled up the corners of his mouth, "As my Master wishes." Most women would have preferred snowy white doves. And that was why he preferred Integral. Her sense of the aesthetic was well in line with his own.
“As you should, servant.” She paused, shaking away her smile.
“Come now or we will become living, snow statues by standing still with this weather,” Integral ordered, tone lighter, humour lifted from the gloomy depths of her concealed depression. The knight leaned off her servant’s chest and straightened her posture, threading her fingers on the vampire’s collar and pulling him to her before she renewed her stroll. She did not wait for Alucard. He wouldn’t stray away.
As always, just like the second bat followed its couple, the vampire would loom after her into the endless night.
…And, also, Integra smirked, she was holding him tightly by a golden leash.
Rating; PG. Fluff.
Characters; Alucard (
thekingofpain) and Integra (steeldame).Summary; Snow, stroll and snow bats after the stress two days ago. Art used by Purple Triangle.
Log;
How properly gloomy that the bloody awful day that had nearly cost Integra her right hand had been followed by a dreadful blizzard strong enough to chill her bones. Were the deities trying to inspire a stereotypical ill omen feeling amongst them? She didn’t know or care. By nightfall, the tempest had faded into a snowfall and then was gone.
Integral Hellsing was ready to take a stroll before the snow landscape melt the following day. Her mind was still in the deadly harshness and the acid content that held the key to her freedom. It wasn’t the pain or the death threat that disturbed her but the impotent feeling to be hung from that device without having a say about it.
Absently, she lit her cigar with her left hand and changed her clothes into soft, white fur to fit in the winter wonderland outside and left without saying a word, lost in her own reflections.
The sun was setting on the City skyline.
He was following her, as he always did, but more closely today. Not visible, and yet as a mantle of foreboding surrounding Integral, tangible darkness with gleaming red eyes, fangs and radiating a malice to keep away her enemies.
She was a strong maiden, a warrior clinging to her humanity. And Alucard ill liked those who abused one of her fiercest traits- her humanity. But one day, that would not matter. One day, it would be Integral, himself and their beloved son and the world remade in her image.
Materializing beside her, the vampire took up a gait while staying slightly behind.
Integral sensed her servant close by but did not show it outwardly, not until he made himself solid beside her. Exhaling smoke out her mouth, she felt breathing was steamy even without the cigar, warm against the crispy air outside.
“Tracking my shadow, Alucard?” wondered Integral aloud, adjusting her glasses. “Don’t try to compensate for a slip; that will never work.” She glanced at the golden cross hanging around his neck, their ‘engagement ring’ signature. “What happened was beyond your skill.”
It was a lesson of survival for her to not rely on her servant at every turn and to her servant to remind him that against the forces of this City, he wouldn’t be able to rescue her.
Eyes narrowed slightly, expression otherwise unreadable. "I know. If this City wishes to separate us, then it will. But I will do everything I can to find you. As I know you would for me." He was wearing an incongruous coat, black with white fur along the collar, hands in his pockets.
"You handled the situation on your own, I do not doubt your abilities," the vampire added, watching her from the corner of his eyes.
As he spoke, Integral’s hand took his in an awkward attempt of intimacy, fingers entwining with his, feeling his cold skin even with the gloves. His frosty touch was comfort. He was with her and she would not allow this City or the blasphemous so called deities torn them apart with their sick games.
“When I call your name, you will be there,” Integral said with unflinching confidence. “I didn’t call your name that day. Not until it was over.”
Leaning in, his nose brushed her hair, lips pressing against her ear as his fingers entwined with her own, "I will always answer, Integral. Always." Then pulled away and ventured a half smirk, one single fang showing, "You wanted to overcome the obstacle yourself?"
And tilted his head, uncaring of the cold but aware of any ill effects such weather might have on Integral after being injured the previous day.
Leaning on the tall vampire, Integral closed her eyes and breathed. To many would be uncomfortable to be close with someone without a heart beat or need to fill their lungs with air, but she found herself relaxed in his arms. It was the safest place: the only one she could fully trust. Alucard was hers and would never dare to harm her.
“I had a minute to live, Alucard,” Integral said, shaking her head. No, it wasn’t foolish pride. It was needed for survival, plain and simple: instinct took over her dignity. “If I called out for you, there was the possibility you wouldn’t be able to enter for the bloody City intervention. I would fail and die. I trusted in you to attend me when I freed myself from that trap as priority.”
His skin was cold against hers, and he did inhale then- for even vampires needed breath to speak, "Then we shall leave what happened to yesterday. How is your hand?" And though he did exhale his words, no warm breath clouded the air, his lungs were cold.
She was quite near to him, disconcerting and appreciated. The vampire felt her relax and knew such a trust was a rarity. Thus he treasured it all the more.
“Healing,” was her curt reply. Integra did not wish to speak about the hand; she didn’t enjoy recalling her weakness as much she cherished her human fragility. She had gone to take a walk and to forget about the unsavory ordeal. She was victorious with her wounds, and alive next to this vampire.
Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing would not give up to the dire circumstances. Surrender was not in her vocabulary.
Lids lifting sluggishly, the knight caught a glimpse of an animal flying not far from Alucard’s shoulder. Her blue eyes narrowed. It was a bat. But not an ordinary bat. It was a white bat that was apparently made of snow.
“Alucard, turn around. Do I need a new pair of glasses or do you also see a snow bat?”
Slightly annoyed to turn from her warmth, the vampire looked over his shoulder, brow arching, "That does appear to be a snow bat, my Master." He knew it was a human custom in the Western World to create snow men and at times, snow animals.
But to see one animated was slightly obscene.
"It appears some childish user of magic is having a bit of fun. Shall I destroy it, Integral?"
When there was one, another did not take time to appear; snow wings fluttering behind the first bat, joined together in a beautiful flight around Integra and Alucard. She smiled, the first time since the experience two days ago, and shook her head. Reaching for his shoulder, the knight said:
“Craving to spill the remnants of snow of these harmless creations?” The bats’ flight continued away from them. “Let them be. They make a surprising sight.”
A smirk curled up the corners of his mouth, "As my Master wishes." Most women would have preferred snowy white doves. And that was why he preferred Integral. Her sense of the aesthetic was well in line with his own.
“As you should, servant.” She paused, shaking away her smile.
“Come now or we will become living, snow statues by standing still with this weather,” Integral ordered, tone lighter, humour lifted from the gloomy depths of her concealed depression. The knight leaned off her servant’s chest and straightened her posture, threading her fingers on the vampire’s collar and pulling him to her before she renewed her stroll. She did not wait for Alucard. He wouldn’t stray away.
As always, just like the second bat followed its couple, the vampire would loom after her into the endless night.
…And, also, Integra smirked, she was holding him tightly by a golden leash.
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