2nd trump Card

you must break them

Yami colouringby ~kokost

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    ( Ω ]—; “…Do you really wish to remain in this place, Arma?" The was a ghost of a glance, a wistful proving of vision as crimson oculars finally settled upon the blonde, stare hard and melancholy. A mere burst of a presence, and already he wished to distance himself from Hellsing again as soon as possible.

 ✘ That voice. She probably haven't heard it in a while but her turning around with the slight glaces resting on her nose said to differ. Even when she had taken them off staring at him. Her gleam-less rubies staring right into his cold ones. "If I had anywhere else to go I would have begone this place long ago." She spoke finally - her tone solid but low to not wake anyone who had decided to slumber. "Alucard, are you proposing something of my interest?"

    ( Ω ]—; The Nosferatu numbly realizes with belated attentions that Arma is at his side, and makes no motion of having acknowledged her. But her presence is a comfort in itself.

     Pulling the blanket over her head she glanced up at him, not speaking a word which allowed the silence to continue to linger. No mutter the silence was comforting.

       ( Ω ]—; "…"

       Arma, trailing a blanket behind her, curls up next to him and rests her head on his arm.