[It's such a horrible thing to say to him, she realizes belatedly. It's such an awful thing, when so much of his guilt is wrapped up in precisely that, in trying to hold on to her and failing and hurting her on top of it. Now he'll be thinking of it, now he'll be reliving it, maybe, and yet she couldn't stop if she tried, couldn't make herself keep from curling her fingers into his shirt and pressing up flush against him if she tried.
She's not alone. Every understanding of safety and family and purpose that she has comes linked to the state of being connected with others; every fear has its roots in isolation. Alucard is with her, holding her, and she needs that more than anything. He loves her, and she needs the sort of love that only he can offer, the possessive snarling love that keeps her so close that she couldn't possibly dream of believing that she's alone.]
Say my name. Say something, anything. Be real. Be here, so I can't forget.
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[It's such a horrible thing to say to him, she realizes belatedly. It's such an awful thing, when so much of his guilt is wrapped up in precisely that, in trying to hold on to her and failing and hurting her on top of it. Now he'll be thinking of it, now he'll be reliving it, maybe, and yet she couldn't stop if she tried, couldn't make herself keep from curling her fingers into his shirt and pressing up flush against him if she tried.
She's not alone. Every understanding of safety and family and purpose that she has comes linked to the state of being connected with others; every fear has its roots in isolation. Alucard is with her, holding her, and she needs that more than anything. He loves her, and she needs the sort of love that only he can offer, the possessive snarling love that keeps her so close that she couldn't possibly dream of believing that she's alone.]
Say my name. Say something, anything. Be real. Be here, so I can't forget.