The Moment She Felt The Knife Slice Her Cheek, She Knew Alucard Would Scold Her For It. But Why? Sure,

the moment she felt the knife slice her cheek, she knew alucard would scold her for it. but why? sure, it was deep, sure it would scar, but it wasn't life-threatening. agatha looks away when he cups her cheek, feeling guilt settle in the pit of her stomach. " why? i handled it just fine. " she doesn't need alucard to be there all the time in case things go wrong. agatha's shoulders sink and she looks back up at him. " i don't... think it's fair that you want to be my safety net so much when you always tell me there might come a day when you won't be here anymore. "

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KNOWING GAZE LOOKED AT THE INJURY THE YOUNG FIGHTER HAD . why did it irk him ? it was not uncommon for battle to bruise & beat the mind , body , & soul . yet , look at agatha in such a degree . . . it irked him . his gloved hand moves , cupping the cheek of his daughter where a certain cut remained , shaking his head as he knew it would scar . ❝ you should have told me to go with you . foolish , little girl . ❞

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agatha feels her heart skip a beat in her chest. forgive him? in her time here in the hellsing manor, she thinks she's only heard him say that perhaps a handful of times. it isn't something the faerie would conceive teasing him for or to hold over alucard's head. no, she would never when she knows he genuinely means it. " i forgive you, dad. " agatha tells him now, a gentle smile forming on her lips. " i understand your reasoning, at least. i was so tiny and helpless when you first met me that night. " she giggles. though that night had certainly been a tragedy, she still remembers being scooped up into his arms and carried out of the house. that moment made her a part of their family. agatha has since grown and is no longer that small, frightened child. she certainly isn't helpless, either. agatha takes one of his hands, holding it in her own and giving it a light squeeze. " if you offer to help me on a mission, i'll accept it, and if i feel like i'll need help, i'll ask, okay? i promise i will. "

IT WAS ODD WHEN HE WAS CAUGHT OFF BY WORDS . very few managed to do so & it remained strictly to the hellsing bloodline . yet , there stands agatha , he eyes speaking the truth of her mouth all the while he can only cling to the image of her as a youth . [ he held agatha similarly as he did with integra , both dear to him . ] his gloved hand moves at her words , finally finding the words to speak . ❝ . . . forgive me . ❞ such words were hardly touched on his lips , but it felt right to do so for her sake . his eyes soften , but there was still a look of concern on his face . ❝ i rarely see you bloodied . it reminds me of when you were just a little girl . perhaps that is why i say such things . forgive me . ❞

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" i'm not sure... hold on, let me look up a recipe. " agatha takes out her phone and searches for recipes. she hums softly as she does so. " okay, no, it'd just be better to get these ingredients from the store. we already have some of these, but the others, like the pumpkin puree and the espresso, we don't have. " she tucks her phone back into her pocket, smiling up at maren. " at least it shouldn't take long to find them. we can also get anything else already on our grocery list, too! "

maren's lips pulled into a slight smile as she listened to her wife, the former assassin brushing her fingers through agatha's hair, " anything you make tastes wonderful, songbird. why don't we head out now before the stores close and find the ingredients? " she paused, her hand returning to her side, her head tilting slightly, " unless you have some in the garden? "