eighth hellsing
[He has gone.
Alucard has left her in this castle and returned to their world. There was no triumph in this, it was not a way out that had been forged, but the castle's whims once more.
She was furious as her cold gaze levelled at the empty nameplate on his door, glasses flashing in the meagre light. How dare he allow himself to be taken from her? The betrayal was almost as great as finding he had forgotten her. It was outrageous, ludicrous, it was... hurtful.
She cannot help the turn of her thoughts that questions if this might have been for the best. Perhaps she had not been controlling him as well as she could have, perhaps having him taken away from her foolish decisions would be beneficial for anyone who might have been caught in the cross-fire. She was a poor mistress, a poor specimen of a woman if she could not control her own emotions this way.
A disgrace to the Hellsing name.
Her feet had carried her back to the main lobby without her noticing, lost in a spiralling train of self-doubt. Slightly trembling hands open her cigar case and select one, attempting to regain self-control with the familiar actions of a habit that had always soothed her nerves. Yet even once it was lit, and a stream of smoke was following her as she paced the lobby floor, she could find no measure of peace in her mind.
Eventually she forced herself to stillness, teeth gritting around the cigar hard enough to leave the rank taste of tobacco flakes on her tongue. She would not show the world her idiocy, she would not allow them to see her failings, she could at least pretend to be the Hellsing she was raised to be. Somehow her voice is steady and cool, resonating out through the journals succinctly.]
Alucard has returned home from this prison.
[ooc: Open in the lobby or over the journals. Feel free to notice her agitation, thanks Eris.]
Alucard has left her in this castle and returned to their world. There was no triumph in this, it was not a way out that had been forged, but the castle's whims once more.
She was furious as her cold gaze levelled at the empty nameplate on his door, glasses flashing in the meagre light. How dare he allow himself to be taken from her? The betrayal was almost as great as finding he had forgotten her. It was outrageous, ludicrous, it was... hurtful.
She cannot help the turn of her thoughts that questions if this might have been for the best. Perhaps she had not been controlling him as well as she could have, perhaps having him taken away from her foolish decisions would be beneficial for anyone who might have been caught in the cross-fire. She was a poor mistress, a poor specimen of a woman if she could not control her own emotions this way.
A disgrace to the Hellsing name.
Her feet had carried her back to the main lobby without her noticing, lost in a spiralling train of self-doubt. Slightly trembling hands open her cigar case and select one, attempting to regain self-control with the familiar actions of a habit that had always soothed her nerves. Yet even once it was lit, and a stream of smoke was following her as she paced the lobby floor, she could find no measure of peace in her mind.
Eventually she forced herself to stillness, teeth gritting around the cigar hard enough to leave the rank taste of tobacco flakes on her tongue. She would not show the world her idiocy, she would not allow them to see her failings, she could at least pretend to be the Hellsing she was raised to be. Somehow her voice is steady and cool, resonating out through the journals succinctly.]
Alucard has returned home from this prison.
[ooc: Open in the lobby or over the journals. Feel free to notice her agitation, thanks Eris.]