รl se habรญa esforzado, en serio lo hizo. No estaba acostumbrado a vestir otro color ademรกs del negro y el blanco, honestamente? รl odiaba cualquier otro color que fuera demasiado llamativo a la vista. Sin embargo, hace unos dรญas habรญa acompaรฑado a Jack de compras a un pueblo cercano -cabe aclarar que Jack querรญa ir solo, pero Alucard se le pegรณ como sanguijuela y no pudo forzarlo a quedarse en el castillo-. Pasaron cerca de una sastrerรญa, y aunque si bien no hay rostro para aquรฉl ser enigmรกtico que caminaba en silencio junto al rubio, notรณ quรฉ Jack se detenรญa frente al aparador donde habรญa varias camisas preciosas y de buena calidad, entre ellas estaba esa camisa de seda con volantes, muchos volantes. Alucard no era fanรกtico de ese tipo de prendas, estorbaban, picaban su piel y, ademรกs, eran muy estorbosas durante el entrenamiento. Pero de alguna forma al ver a Jack tan concentrado en las prendas levantรณ su curiosidad como de costumbre y dio un paso al frente sin vacilar, manteniendo la inclinaciรณn de su barbilla y llevรกndose las manos a la espalda mientras observa las prendas con aparente indiferencia.
No hubo respuesta. Sin embargo si un suspiro, uno bastante pesado mientras el castaรฑo comienza a alejarse de aquella sastrerรญa.
โNo me queda ese color. Quizรกs a ti sรญ.
Y como siempre, un ser de pocas palabras, pero algo en esa frase lo hizo desviar la mirada del escaparate al castaรฑo quien ya comenzaba a alejarse. Y si, confirmรณ porquรฉ esa ropa le disgusta tanto. Volantes, puntos muy ajustados, el sastre le habรญa tomado medidas y se asegurรณ de que le quedarรก a la perfecciรณn, aun asรญ Alucard se sentรญa ligeramente incรณmodo con ello. Se mirรณ al espejo y, aunque al principio estaba reacio a aceptar que lucia bien, poco a poco un gruรฑido de aprobaciรณn escapรณ de sus labios al darse cuenta que le daban una elegancia รบnica. Y claro, su propia mente divago en un solo pensamiento, "Quรฉ pensarรก รฉl?" El solo pensamiento lo hizo sonrojar al pensar que finalmente recibirรญa un cumplido, aunque sea uno pequeรฑo. Se sintiรณ como un idiota enamorado, pero para este punto realmente tenia la esperanza de que funcionarรก. Entonce fue con รฉl, con paso firme y decidido hasta hallarlo trabajando en su estudio. Alucard se veรญa elegante, con esa gracia natural muy suya al andar y pavonearse discretamente como un ave quรฉ inicia su cortejo. Se detuvo frente a su escritorio, y con una ligera sonrisa el dhampir hablรณ.
Silencio. Durante varios segundos no hubo reconocimiento, tampoco es que Adrian pudiera saberlo si jamรกs habรญa visto su rostro. Y entonces...
... Ah, sรญ, tuvo demasiada fe esta vez. Mierda.
He had tried hard, he really had. He wasn't used to wearing any color other than black and white, honestly. He hated any other color that was too flashy. However, a few days ago he had accompanied Jack shopping in a nearby townโit should be noted that Jack wanted to go alone, but Alucard clung to him like a leech and couldn't force him to stay at the castle. They passed near a tailor shop, and although there was no face for that enigmatic being who walked silently beside the blond man, he noticed Jack stop in front of the window display where there were several beautiful, high-quality shirts, among them that silk shirt with ruffles, lots of ruffles. Alucard wasn't a fan of that kind of clothing; they were cumbersome, they irritated his skin, and besides, they were very awkward during training. But somehow, seeing Jack so focused on the clothes aroused her curiosity as usual, and she took a step forward without hesitation, keeping her chin tilted and putting her hands behind her back as she looked at the clothes with apparent indifference.
โDo you like any of them?
There was no response. However, there was a sigh, a rather heavy one, as the brunette began to walk away from the tailor shop.
โThat color doesn't suit me. Maybe it will suit you.
And as always, a man of few words, but something in that phrase made him shift his gaze from the shop window to the chestnut-haired man who was already beginning to walk away. And yes, it confirmed why he disliked those clothes so much. Ruffles, very tight stitchesโthe tailor had taken his measurements and made sure they would fit perfectly, yet Alucard still felt slightly uncomfortable in them. He looked at himself in the mirror and, although at first he was reluctant to admit that he looked good, little by little a grunt of approval escaped his lips as he realized they gave him a unique elegance. And of course, his own mind wandered to a single thought, "What will he think?" The mere thought made him blush at the thought that he would finally receive a compliment, even if it was a small one. He felt like a lovesick fool, but at this point he really hoped it would work. So he went to him, with a firm and determined step until he found him working in his studio. Alucard looked elegant, with that natural grace so characteristic of him as he walked and strutted discreetly like a bird beginning its courtship. He stopped in front of his desk, and with a slight smile the dhampir spoke.
Silence. For several seconds there was no recognition, not that Adrian could have known if he'd never seen her face. And then...
...Oh yeah, he had too much faith this time. Shit.
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