[Hector draws further back, lets his wet hair form a veil around his face. Here it begins, the rejection that was inevitable from the first tentative press of lips. Alucard is an ethereal, radiant being, and Hector smells of grave dirt. He is a dark, flawed thing. Who would want to kiss that?
Alucard is being gentle with it, at least. That is something.]
You know me too well. It was worth a shot, at least.
[He shrugs, putting on a show of nonchalance he doesn't feel.]
no subject
Alucard is being gentle with it, at least. That is something.]
You know me too well. It was worth a shot, at least.
[He shrugs, putting on a show of nonchalance he doesn't feel.]