[Her heart aches for him, watching the reservation he's required to maintain just for the sake of appearances. The solemn, almost stiff nod looks nothing like her Alucard, the one she has the privilege of seeing behind the safety of closed doors. She aches for the Alucard she knows, the secret one between just the two of them, who smiles and cooks and holds still for what seems like hours while she brushes his hair, who lifts her like she's weightless when she falls asleep in some inconvenient place, whose face lights up with unparalleled delight when he thinks she's being brilliant in some fashion or another.
Her Alucard is there, somewhere, buried beneath all the formality and pretense. He's the one she smiles for, surreptitiously, even as she maintains her own show of deliberate whimsy.
(It makes her a foil to him, and that's important. The eye, she knows, likes to see things in contrasts, in dualities. He looks more solemn simply by virtue of standing next to her when she doesn't. He gains more gravitas when held up next to her, when she's merry.)
She makes sure her smile lights up her whole face, watching him.]
Don't do anything fun without me! Or dance with anyone prettier than me. I might get jealous.
[And off she goes, hiding her reluctance to leave his side behind a light bounce in her step.
The nice thing is, she wasn't lying about being interested in the fae lights, so she really does make a beeline for them once she's on her own. The spells are fascinating, not for their complexity but simply because they're worked in a way she's never seen before. It's more than enough to hold her attention for a little while, at least.
Coincidentally, she's more than enough to hold the attention of a handful of young vampires for a little while, herself, but it'll be a minute or two before they properly make their move.]
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Her Alucard is there, somewhere, buried beneath all the formality and pretense. He's the one she smiles for, surreptitiously, even as she maintains her own show of deliberate whimsy.
(It makes her a foil to him, and that's important. The eye, she knows, likes to see things in contrasts, in dualities. He looks more solemn simply by virtue of standing next to her when she doesn't. He gains more gravitas when held up next to her, when she's merry.)
She makes sure her smile lights up her whole face, watching him.]
Don't do anything fun without me! Or dance with anyone prettier than me. I might get jealous.
[And off she goes, hiding her reluctance to leave his side behind a light bounce in her step.
The nice thing is, she wasn't lying about being interested in the fae lights, so she really does make a beeline for them once she's on her own. The spells are fascinating, not for their complexity but simply because they're worked in a way she's never seen before. It's more than enough to hold her attention for a little while, at least.
Coincidentally, she's more than enough to hold the attention of a handful of young vampires for a little while, herself, but it'll be a minute or two before they properly make their move.]