another alutegra thingy


What the fuck. Alucard, what is this supposed to be?

Is it not obvious, my Master? A bouquet.

A bouquet. (She shakes the bouquet. Dust flies everywhere.) Of dead roses.

I thought you would appreciate the sentiment.

Sentiment. What bloody senti— (She inhales the dust. She starts to cough violently.)

Don’t die on me. Or do, only so I can resurrect you.

(She shoves the bouquet in his face.)


busy writing. thank you for the asks, I’ll reply to them as soon as I finish this week’s chapter.


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