[I want to pet the dog is the truest universal sentiment. Alucard catches what that wave probably means, and he stays still for a few moments until he is very, very sure that Hector is gone, around the corner, and out of earshot.
Good byes are hard. This castle has been home to far, far too many of them this year. Some bloodied, others muted, all of them difficult to weather in their own way. These farewells are no different in that respect, and each and every single one involves a deep debt of gratitude for companionship and listening.
Said good byes also definitely happen twice, with both human and wolf form because sometimes certain sentiments are easier to communicate when one's shape is much closer to that of dog anyway.
When Hector does return, Alucard's sat himself down on the floor entirely, administering the very last belly rub that Cesar will be getting from the dhampir. He doesn't even look up at Hector, he simply gives a final pat to the ridiculous pug who's definitely got all his tiny paws up in the air, spoiled rotten.
Almost literally.]
That'll have to be that, I'm afraid.
[There's acceptance of the finality involved, and all words are directed down at the dog.] Best you get up and on your way.
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[I want to pet the dog is the truest universal sentiment. Alucard catches what that wave probably means, and he stays still for a few moments until he is very, very sure that Hector is gone, around the corner, and out of earshot.
Good byes are hard. This castle has been home to far, far too many of them this year. Some bloodied, others muted, all of them difficult to weather in their own way. These farewells are no different in that respect, and each and every single one involves a deep debt of gratitude for companionship and listening.
Said good byes also definitely happen twice, with both human and wolf form because sometimes certain sentiments are easier to communicate when one's shape is much closer to that of dog anyway.
When Hector does return, Alucard's sat himself down on the floor entirely, administering the very last belly rub that Cesar will be getting from the dhampir. He doesn't even look up at Hector, he simply gives a final pat to the ridiculous pug who's definitely got all his tiny paws up in the air, spoiled rotten.
Almost literally.]
That'll have to be that, I'm afraid.
[There's acceptance of the finality involved, and all words are directed down at the dog.] Best you get up and on your way.