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.