[He has seen Jonathan's face so many times. It is ingrained in his memory, every expression he's ever seen from him, from his sweetness to his sorrow to his fear, rightful anger, despair and desperation.
Please don't kill him, sir.
But he doesn't see Jonathan for that moment, just a moment. It's another voice in his head that calls him sir, that pleads with him to stop. He sees seas of blue-turned-red in Jonathan's eyes, wheat-gold hair, similarly fearful eyes that engaged with him despite that fear.
Alucard is held still, stunned short for just a moment— and that wide-eyed look turns into a frown fairly quickly. But it isn't an angry or wicked one— it's more like a child being told to put down its told.
He tosses the handle of the shovel over his shoulder and rolls his eyes, tilting his head upward and looking over his shoulder at the exit.]
Hurry, Solicitor.
[Well that might sound weird. Did Jonathan introduce himself as a solicitor? Doesn't seem to matter to Alucard, who turns to head toward the gate.]
Before he wakes and decides to make sure we are dead.
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Please don't kill him, sir.
But he doesn't see Jonathan for that moment, just a moment. It's another voice in his head that calls him sir, that pleads with him to stop. He sees seas of blue-turned-red in Jonathan's eyes, wheat-gold hair, similarly fearful eyes that engaged with him despite that fear.
Alucard is held still, stunned short for just a moment— and that wide-eyed look turns into a frown fairly quickly. But it isn't an angry or wicked one— it's more like a child being told to put down its told.
He tosses the handle of the shovel over his shoulder and rolls his eyes, tilting his head upward and looking over his shoulder at the exit.]
Hurry, Solicitor.
[Well that might sound weird. Did Jonathan introduce himself as a solicitor? Doesn't seem to matter to Alucard, who turns to head toward the gate.]
Before he wakes and decides to make sure we are dead.