[ He nods, and then remembers one last thing before he goes. Alucard was upset about the lock of hair, wasn't he?
He fumbles about for a moment (there can't be pockets on the inside of his wings, and yet that's where he's searching) before producing it, the lock of golden hair, tied with a blade of grass. And he puts it on the ground. There. Returned. Even though he liked it very much. He's pleased with himself for being such a good husband. ]
Until we next meet.
[ And then he is gone, along with the hart, still giddy about the kiss. ]
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He fumbles about for a moment (there can't be pockets on the inside of his wings, and yet that's where he's searching) before producing it, the lock of golden hair, tied with a blade of grass. And he puts it on the ground. There. Returned. Even though he liked it very much. He's pleased with himself for being such a good husband. ]
Until we next meet.
[ And then he is gone, along with the hart, still giddy about the kiss. ]