[He stops as if bolted to the ground, the smallest brush of skin-on-skin halting Alucard’s even strides along flickering displays of history long passed, of a war with too many lives lost at the hands of what appear to be rebellious machines. That in itself is worthy of intense curiosity — his personality inlaid with the want to know, a trait that his blood dictates he share — but his quiet considerations, his cat-footed prowl through steady streams of people, is upended so gracelessly by this one man.
Unease and anger that churns, and being shared as it is, it’s an unwanted thing. Across the link blossoms his own set of emotions, and they come unbidden — faint curiosity tousled with confusion, a withdrawn manner that keeps himself pinned in at all sides by way of his own choosing, and a grief that winds its way through his core. Sleeping, but prevalent.
His hand is the first to retract, severing the link. He’s being looked at like he’s the villain in this, and Alucard returns the favor with an even, almost equal stare.]
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Unease and anger that churns, and being shared as it is, it’s an unwanted thing. Across the link blossoms his own set of emotions, and they come unbidden — faint curiosity tousled with confusion, a withdrawn manner that keeps himself pinned in at all sides by way of his own choosing, and a grief that winds its way through his core. Sleeping, but prevalent.
His hand is the first to retract, severing the link. He’s being looked at like he’s the villain in this, and Alucard returns the favor with an even, almost equal stare.]
I take it you’re not having much fun, then.
[Dry.]