[He’s almost keen on saying that he can leave her to her own machinations, then, and Alucard can lean back and enjoying not-drinking while he watches all of this unfold before sharp golden eyes. But intrigue is a thread that’s wrapped too tightly around him, and the glass begins to glow — when her fist meets the hard surface and those selfsame shards float in the air, as if submerged in water — that thread might as well be a noose, and if Alucard tries to detach himself from these goings-on, he knows he would be strangled by it.
No, the display of her abilities cinches it. It also tells him one thing about her he had no way of knowing before; she’s like him. She’s been displaced, been taken from home and transplanted in this world with reasons unknown. And camaraderie, based on commonality alone, is enough for for Alucard to take up his sword for something as simple as bar fight.
His figurative sword, at least. The blade didn’t come with him, another shred of flotsam lost in the sea when he arrived here, but he’s nearly sure he doesn’t need it.
The barstool whines in protest as its legs scrape against the floor, and Alucard stands, his back aligned straight as he steps softly next to her.]
Noted. And ignored, for now.
[Acutely aware of the hovering glass, he reaches back towards the closest, plucking a heated one from its space one with forefinger and thumb—]
no subject
No, the display of her abilities cinches it. It also tells him one thing about her he had no way of knowing before; she’s like him. She’s been displaced, been taken from home and transplanted in this world with reasons unknown. And camaraderie, based on commonality alone, is enough for for Alucard to take up his sword for something as simple as bar fight.
His figurative sword, at least. The blade didn’t come with him, another shred of flotsam lost in the sea when he arrived here, but he’s nearly sure he doesn’t need it.
The barstool whines in protest as its legs scrape against the floor, and Alucard stands, his back aligned straight as he steps softly next to her.]
Noted. And ignored, for now.
[Acutely aware of the hovering glass, he reaches back towards the closest, plucking a heated one from its space one with forefinger and thumb—]
You don’t mind if I borrow these?