Why will you die in the trash simply because you’re glowing?
[What its his logic? Is this woman of sound mind? Maybe panic dictates her words and thoughts and actions, which means that Alucard is the only thing here in possession of calm, which he must share.]
Quiet, now.
[Hands reach out to wrap around her fingers, gathering them up like one might if it were a cold night, partly obscuring the glow. But in the contact, the empathy bond sparks to life — he ushers stillness and quietude towards her, though she’l; have to ignore the tinge of exasperation inlaid beneath.]
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[What its his logic? Is this woman of sound mind? Maybe panic dictates her words and thoughts and actions, which means that Alucard is the only thing here in possession of calm, which he must share.]
Quiet, now.
[Hands reach out to wrap around her fingers, gathering them up like one might if it were a cold night, partly obscuring the glow. But in the contact, the empathy bond sparks to life — he ushers stillness and quietude towards her, though she’l; have to ignore the tinge of exasperation inlaid beneath.]