So deliciously awkward
Who: Abel Nightroad 13sugars, Integra Hellsing hellsingmaster, Alucard king_no_life
Where: Ruined Horton's Basement/Dungeon
When: After Alucard finds the fatman.
Rating: PG for Parental Gnashing
Summary: There's tension in the small Hellsing family, and a bomb is about to be dropped.
the log: ( Sooner or later, preferably now )
Where: Ruined Horton's Basement/Dungeon
When: After Alucard finds the fatman.
Rating: PG for Parental Gnashing
Summary: There's tension in the small Hellsing family, and a bomb is about to be dropped.
the log: ( Sooner or later, preferably now )
Integra rose to her feet with a groan and a stretch; Alucard's coffin definitely was not her grand four poster back home, but it did beat the cold stone floor. After tying her boots and shoving her glasses back on her nose, she swallowed four of the white caplets, followed by a long swallow of water. She knew she'd be in danger of dehydrating unless she managed to find suitable lodgings.
Perusing the rest of the vampire's cache, she nodded in satisfaction and bit her lip against the sting of unwrapping her sore arm. The pilot's alcohol had helped, but the gash was still red and angry. Pulling the fabric away caused the skin to stretch and she frowned to see blood begin to seep from the wound. Damn, she'd never again use that bloody tie tack, God.
But rather than waste clean cloths to staunch the blood, Integra Hellsing eyed her hovering servant, blue eyes narrowed slightly. If what he's reported is the truth, then the seals need all the reinforcement they can get. Might as well be practical about it, Integra.
"Here," she said, holding out her red stained palm. "And be quick about it, before I change my mind."
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