[ Alucard didn't respond to her text, he simply mustered the courage needed and set out to meet her as her request. Being early by an hour or so before sunset, just to make sure that he was there exactly on time when she arrived.
He'd been home since, and so was fresh from a shower (running hot water truly was amazing. Shame it didn't wash away how shitty he still felt.) Regardless, there he was, standing upright with that ridiculously perfect posture of his, one hand tucked behind his back respectfully, the other held a bouquet of white roses and an unlabeled bottle of something the deepest vermillion in colour. The fountain behind him lightly flowed and splashed the sides, though he paid it no mind. Uninterested by the fact the back of his long coat might have gotten a tad wet.
There was apprehension clear in his expression while he waited for her. Partly convinced that she wasn't going to show at all, which would serve him right of course, but there was a fear of it all the same which only solidified the fact in his mind that she meant something to him. Something special. Something he was afraid to truly lose.
Alucard's head hung low for a moment, tendrils of platinum blonde tumbled forward to curtain his face. His face that wore an expression of worry and hurt, as the longer he waited for her the more he became consumed with thoughts of her standing him up. ]
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Date: 2022-01-16 09:24 pm (UTC)He'd been home since, and so was fresh from a shower (running hot water truly was amazing. Shame it didn't wash away how shitty he still felt.) Regardless, there he was, standing upright with that ridiculously perfect posture of his, one hand tucked behind his back respectfully, the other held a bouquet of white roses and an unlabeled bottle of something the deepest vermillion in colour. The fountain behind him lightly flowed and splashed the sides, though he paid it no mind. Uninterested by the fact the back of his long coat might have gotten a tad wet.
There was apprehension clear in his expression while he waited for her. Partly convinced that she wasn't going to show at all, which would serve him right of course, but there was a fear of it all the same which only solidified the fact in his mind that she meant something to him. Something special. Something he was afraid to truly lose.
Alucard's head hung low for a moment, tendrils of platinum blonde tumbled forward to curtain his face. His face that wore an expression of worry and hurt, as the longer he waited for her the more he became consumed with thoughts of her standing him up. ]