"What are you pouting about, Police Girl?" the low, rumbling voice whispers out of the shadows around Seras and she almost wishes she had jumped or lashed out at it, instead of just taking it in stride - no, she hadn't known her master was there, but he's pulled this trick with her too many times.
"I. . ." Seras sighed, tracing her fingers up the wall just shy of the heavy blackout curtains and shaking her head. "I miss the sunshine," she admitted in a quiet voice, "I wish I. . ."
"So go out." Alucard said, and Seras frowned, muttering unhappily. "So go out instead of sulking, Police Girl." He yawned audibly. "Enjoy your exhaustion; I am going to sleep."
". . .wait, are you fucking with me?" Seras asked, looking up at him, only a little surprised to find him actually physically present . . . and suddenly grinning at her; she leaned back warily. "I thought. . ."
"Don't go far," Alucard warned, then shrugged, more fluidly than anything solid should be able to, "you will be weaker in the sunlight . . . in the day at all; you bear my blood, however; unlike weaker vampires, you can walk in the sun if you choose."
Seras bit her lip, looking up at him hopefully. Alucard melted into the shadows again without any further explanation . . . and the curtains in front of Seras slid open, revealing the first purple-pink glow of dawn, the sunlight falling through the thick glass on her and . . . Seras' grin was interrupted by a yawn, and she wavered a bit on her feet, but the sun only felt warm and welcoming, just as she remembered after long night patrols.
Weary Yet Unrestrained (Hellsing; Seras, Alucard)
"I. . ." Seras sighed, tracing her fingers up the wall just shy of the heavy blackout curtains and shaking her head. "I miss the sunshine," she admitted in a quiet voice, "I wish I. . ."
"So go out." Alucard said, and Seras frowned, muttering unhappily. "So go out instead of sulking, Police Girl." He yawned audibly. "Enjoy your exhaustion; I am going to sleep."
". . .wait, are you fucking with me?" Seras asked, looking up at him, only a little surprised to find him actually physically present . . . and suddenly grinning at her; she leaned back warily. "I thought. . ."
"Don't go far," Alucard warned, then shrugged, more fluidly than anything solid should be able to, "you will be weaker in the sunlight . . . in the day at all; you bear my blood, however; unlike weaker vampires, you can walk in the sun if you choose."
Seras bit her lip, looking up at him hopefully. Alucard melted into the shadows again without any further explanation . . . and the curtains in front of Seras slid open, revealing the first purple-pink glow of dawn, the sunlight falling through the thick glass on her and . . . Seras' grin was interrupted by a yawn, and she wavered a bit on her feet, but the sun only felt warm and welcoming, just as she remembered after long night patrols.