[The cold iron and it’s wards work. That is the best thing that can be said in all of this, and Alucard grips the link of chain that rests heavy in his coat pocket for some time. There is guilt that the fae seems genuinely distressed about the matter, and his antlers unsettle Alucard more than he’d care to admit. (He did not see what was left at Yule. His father has put all of those things away, deep in the castle and under so much more iron. The antlers provided help in crafting the ward.)
His face is grim by the end of all of this, but he thanks the speakers all the same. The information is important. It keeps people safe, and he hopes that they’ll be careful as well.
It is only then that he turns to the young woman that has clearly been the one arguing with the fae, the one who he actually seems to listen to, and with that, Alucard is far more quiet and concerned.]
How is it that you’re controlling that fae right now?
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His face is grim by the end of all of this, but he thanks the speakers all the same. The information is important. It keeps people safe, and he hopes that they’ll be careful as well.
It is only then that he turns to the young woman that has clearly been the one arguing with the fae, the one who he actually seems to listen to, and with that, Alucard is far more quiet and concerned.]
How is it that you’re controlling that fae right now?