[When that hand moves to tuck hair behind Alcucard's ears, the arm not still wrapped around her waist moves to gently reorient where her hand is. Where it might stay, on his cheek rather than fussing with hair that's not dry yet.
His mother's words make sense. And maybe there's yet an outlet to be had for all the anger that has resulted from this situation. What that might be for Alucard hasn't manifested yet though, and that's perhaps the source of his immediate personal worry.
But then again so many things have not been decided. The right thing might manifest at the right time, and everything else is waiting]
Ones that haven't been explored in a long while for him. [The words are said softly, more to himself than to his mother. Alucard is content with that though, that options take a while to find. To settle into and make sure that they're used rather than default to the old ways.
So much about this has been on the topic of old ways.]
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His mother's words make sense. And maybe there's yet an outlet to be had for all the anger that has resulted from this situation. What that might be for Alucard hasn't manifested yet though, and that's perhaps the source of his immediate personal worry.
But then again so many things have not been decided. The right thing might manifest at the right time, and everything else is waiting]
Ones that haven't been explored in a long while for him. [The words are said softly, more to himself than to his mother. Alucard is content with that though, that options take a while to find. To settle into and make sure that they're used rather than default to the old ways.
So much about this has been on the topic of old ways.]
We don't know what we're doing next, do we?