Hellsing drabble - Not for Him

[_lavinia_]

Walter waited silently by the door, watching as Integra stood before the full-length mirror.  She was staring into it as she adjusted her ascot and cross, her gloved fingers moving so slowly it almost appeared as though they were in a trance.

“Walter,” she said, speaking very softly as her gaze never moved from the mirror, and he glanced at her

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[lavinialavender]

Hm, that is interesting. Heh, I don’t really mind, I guess - that’s part of reading, to be able to see your own interpretation in it that makes you happy. Because I still have my own, too. We’re quite in agreement, though, in your second paragraph about how it’s irrelevant what her father would think of her now - as I said, she isn’t doing it for him. Her motivation is her duty to Hellsing…which is all of her ancestors, and her own name, and her mission from the queen (which is made up in the whole organization). How one Hellsing (i.e., her father or her Dear Uncle Richard) succeeds or fails…that’s inconsequential, really, to her and what she presently does. Richard technically was a Hellsing - but just because he proved to be an utter maggot, does not mean the Hellsing name is permanently tarnished. And if her father did somehow appear to her and was clearly utterly shocked by her - she would naturally be hurt, but she would push it away and go on exactly as she has been: doing her best, her hardest to maintain Hellsing and its reputation. Does that make sense at all?

Whoa, that’s a funny story with Kurt Vonnegut, though. (I love Cat’s Cradle - I made “Bokonism” an interest here on elljay. And I saw him recently, as a guest on Jon Stewart’s Daily Show.)