✗XXXV✗
{┼}After a year of his human and non-human compatriots dangled and taken from him like fleshy scraps, expected to beg for their return. . . somehow the violent enmity he had displayed in the previous disappearances, just could not muster itself. They would not be given the satisfaction.
The snow-dusted video, from the desk of Hellsing's director, displays the scarlet-coated specter standing by an empty chair, before an empty window, within an empty quarters. The light of the day is spilling in, spurning his hatred, yet pleasantly glinting off a shimmer of silver swinging in his grasp.
It's her Lancaster cross. The symbol of the church her blood bid him to serve beneath. Languid red eyes settle upon the glimmering icon, mouth turned down in displeasure till he snuffs at the glaring daylight and rejects it with a pull of tattered curtains, filling the room with comforting darkness.{┼}
((ooc; Backdated to two days ago as well, because I was getting my comp re-set up. :( ))
The snow-dusted video, from the desk of Hellsing's director, displays the scarlet-coated specter standing by an empty chair, before an empty window, within an empty quarters. The light of the day is spilling in, spurning his hatred, yet pleasantly glinting off a shimmer of silver swinging in his grasp.
It's her Lancaster cross. The symbol of the church her blood bid him to serve beneath. Languid red eyes settle upon the glimmering icon, mouth turned down in displeasure till he snuffs at the glaring daylight and rejects it with a pull of tattered curtains, filling the room with comforting darkness.{┼}
((ooc; Backdated to two days ago as well, because I was getting my comp re-set up. :( ))