#wolfcaptainhans

She met the captain dead in the eyes, lip curling in aggression and shoulders raised in tension. Still, better to greet him, she figured.

|[ bitch pls ]|

INFORMATION BEFORE READING HC: The Characters who developed and helped me figure this out will be listed by their character player and the link to their blog.

In the series it seemingly the series is broken up into parts as well as sections. Pre-war; where they have not yet discovered the enemy were Nazis (Still considered where Jan and Luke attacked Hellsing). Developing War; where they knew the enemy were the Millennium group but have not fully uncovered the master-mind (But slowly changed when he was introduced by The Major's Cat). Entering War; were they first lay down the lines of killing well Rip (that was when the soldiers were sent to enter London). During War; which is what it says - battle front and field war. Then After War; with the rebuilding of Hellsing and so on.

(( And here comes those damn feels ))

She stands there staring at the grey-faced stranger. She slowly forms one of her arms into a blade as she holds a firm glare. “Captain was but a enemy, but a pack leader.” Emotions did not mix well. But thinking through sexual selection. Her brain clicked. “But seeing as he was a suitable mate through selection… It was saddening a comrade like him was killed.”

The night was young, the wind was lightly blowing. But strangely the young blonde had not awoke. Instead she remained asleep. Her form curled up around a pillow as her blonde hair cascaded over her form. Her chest raising and falling with every breath she took then released into the room. But yet; she remained looking peaceful. Her hands balled up on either side of the pillow she held. Her blanket slightly off her form.

Ah, but yet the Wolf watched. His hand lightly caressing her cheek as he tilted his head watching her breath. Watching the girl that had life within her. The girl lightly groaned in her sleep and he pulled his hand away afraid he was going to make her wake. But she didn’t. A small smile formed on his face but it couldn’t be seen due to his uniform. His eyes went to the entrance he went through to gain access to her room.

An open window.

He moved slightly, the bed creaking as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. His crimson hues slightly glowing as he looked back to the much younger form. Neither of them knew each other’s name. But was the really required? When someone forms a bond words do not need to be spoken and names do not to be shared. He did not know the blonde’s, and she did not know his. But yet his instincts told him to protect the young pack member.  One of his hands lifted up a small strand of blonde hair and he lightly smoothed it out between his fingers.

Hans should have already left, but he couldn’t seem to really leave the girl behind. Not again. He took days to have located her, finally found her during a mission that was given to him. Now he seemed not to want leaving her behind – leaving her to be misunderstood. Strangely, he bent down over her sniffing her slightly before pulling down his collar where he gained himself some freedom to lay a kiss apon her forehead before moving and standing back up. Allowing the strand to leave his gloved hand. 

Slowly he covered the space from between the bed and window. Where he stole one more glance at her before leaving the room by jumping.

It wasn’t more than a few minutes later when Arma Marie stir and sat up. Her hair a mess and the window still cracked from where her pack member had been. But yet, all she did was stand and move to the window. Her own crimson hues going to look at the clock then back to the black and starless night. 

How long had it been?

Months? Years? Arma didn’t know how to answer the question as she remained in the bed that she had called her’s since she became part of Hellsing. The war that killed many, that had caused them to rebuild. She rested her arm over her eyes as she closed them; breathing slowly through her nostrils. The sweet smell of the night drifted through the small window that was provided to her, she had opened it earlier to allow the sent in the room. The small dew of the blossoms that bloomed every time at a certain time lined out of window as requested. But she didn’t move off of her soft bed to look outside at the moon.

She felt like a hollow shell. The red hood hanging up on a post on the bed and she looked to it from under her arm. She shifted to a more sitting position as she looked at it. A tilt of her head as she now redirected her attention off of the hood to the window where the moon was full and allowed that misty glow in her room.  She felt slightly hollow.

Allowing her legs to slide off of the bed, she stood up. The long black night gown reaching to her ankles as she moved taking her blanket with her. She allowed the tips of her fingers to lightly glide on the fabric of the red cloth for a while as she walked to the window. Glancing out into the night she breathed slowly. Her breath visible in the cold night hair as a small snow flake fell from the sky.

Just like that night so many years ago.

She faintly smiled to herself as she moved and sat on the window seal missing the night. The blood that stained the ground of the soviets. The fresh air in her lungs as he ran. The snow that decorated both her and that wolf. Her smile soon turned into a small frown as she recalled what Seras had told her when she was out during that war. That the Captain had fallen. The wolf no more.

The woman closed her eyes as a slight gentle drift of cold air stir her blonde hair adding slight snow to the fringe and her eyelashes. Yes, now she thought of it. The Captain was not truthfully dead. He was in the snow and wind, the moon. She opened her eyes locking her gaze on the glowing celestial body. Her hand laying on the seal as if it was the base of the wolves neck and her other hand going to pull the blanket closer to her still small frame. Keeping her still small form warm from the cold.