[ well... both. he's had five, after all--six, if you count lucy. seven, if you count his platonic partnership with integra. still, he's so old, it's fine.
alucard shifts behind her, deftly unzipping her dress and letting his fingers lightly trace along her spine. it's affectionate, gentle, and he hums softly in response to her comment. ]
They're all dead, now.
[ softly. but then: ]
I've been lucky, but I'm also far older than you. Six hundred is a big number.
[ his fingers toy with the ends of her hair, idle. ]
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alucard shifts behind her, deftly unzipping her dress and letting his fingers lightly trace along her spine. it's affectionate, gentle, and he hums softly in response to her comment. ]
They're all dead, now.
[ softly. but then: ]
I've been lucky, but I'm also far older than you. Six hundred is a big number.
[ his fingers toy with the ends of her hair, idle. ]