#bladesofsilver

☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).//My OTP is AlucardxIntegra! I just love these two to bits and pieces! Its like they're made for each other and I love the way they interact with each other. They're relationship is so complex but at the same time its not.☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).// AlucardxSerasVictoria, I think this is one of the worst ships ever. I simply cannot stand Seras for the love of God and I could never see why Alucard would be attracted to her. To be honest, I hate this ship.✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.//oh yes! There are soooo many like Paladinalexanderanderson aka bladesofsilver; Caspar Meehan; Alucardyournightmare, my senpai (thevampiricflorist; Ghost Valentine; maymiserylaugh); sora-onna aka azzy mun;) and the list goes on:)

 "..." Heinkel nearly questioned what sanity her Father held, but she realized there was little choice. If that was what he was going to call her, she guessed there was little choice other than to go with it... much as she may not like it.

//awwww thankies :3

Haha, that works then! I do try my best involving the feels, laughter, and other things.

It is now, don't worry.

Yeah, might have to, could just be weird on my end for some reason yet I guess it happens.

[Meant Heinkel, but didn't expect to find that out. o_o']

Father… the man she mourned for even now as she was down on both knees before a grave marker made special for him by her own hand with what she could gather of his ashes. She hadn’t visited him since the day she became this way, it was the only way Iscariot decided she would stay of use; the only way she felt she would be of use again. Her arm and leg were gone, face scarred, and a smile was no longer coming across her lips again.Protector, defender, the one who held her safety as being important just as he did Yumiko and Maxwell’s as children and even past that. A far better person than she ever was whilst setting before his grave stone a mixture of flowers she found fitting. She wasn’t sure what kind they were, she only knew part of them was orchids and the rest were confusing to her since she cared little involving the language of flowers.This man, was far greater a man than most she had known, a man who was willing to become a monster to destroy a vampire. A holy monster at that; regardless of this, she still could say this was her father without hesitation. A man that she missed as much as Yumiko, perhaps not the same level, but she missed him deeply. The tears coming down her cheeks were causing the bandages to become wet.What else can she do now for the man that raised her, raised and taught her wrong from right. It hurt to see this grave, because memories would always come flooding back of her own whimsical youth just as memories washed over her mind of Yumiko at every point she saw her grave. This hurts, because she knows that they’ll never be coming back and she won’t be able to join them like she wished to easily."Rest in peace… and may the Lord have mercy still upon yours and Yumiko's souls and my soul… vater."