Summary: Though fond of you, Alucard always kept you at arms length. It was easy to forget that those who dwelt in silence were often the ones suffering the most.
a/n: this is a very, very, very distressed response to THAT part in season two and if ya’ll have any soul, you’ll feel the same way. anyway. i wanted to combine hair brushing and comforting him. SO HAVE IT.
The long nights by the fireplace were beginning to thaw his heart, or so you believed. Compared to the callous man you had met only seasons ago, you felt that his eyes were softer and vibrant now, and your words often invited demure smiles to his lips. They were as breathtaking and gentle as he was.
And yet, much about Alucard was fleeting. Those affectionate touches ghosted across your cheek as though only the wind gushing through broken windows could love you, whilst the longing in his eyes seemed to flicker away before you could catch it.
Something else took precedence in his mind, your antics and buoyant persona was as a lively distraction from time-to-time, from the burdens that always seemed to anchor him down.
You could not be his savior, his healer, or his purpose. He wouldn’t have wanted to you to be, anyway.
No, all you could be was a pillar of support, steady with a hand at the ready.
“What inspired you to let me do this? You always say no.” You said, holding a fistful of his hair to carefully untangle the knots with short, brisk work of your brush. “You have really gotta tie your hair up or something when you go gallivanting around to kill stuff.”
These Very Moments [Alucard/You]
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