She Sniffles And Quickly Wipes Her Eyes With Trembling Hands. " I-i D-don't Know, I F-forgot. " She Manages,

she sniffles and quickly wipes her eyes with trembling hands. " i-i d-don't know, i f-forgot. " she manages, trying to come up with some sort of excuse as to why the sign was still flipped to 'open' and the door still unlocked. agatha can't come up with anything other than that and it just makes her feel more terrible. " j-just, um— i-if y-you really want flowers o-or a-a-any of the other plants th-that b-bad, just buy them a-and l-leave the money on the c-counter. " agatha tries to dry her eyes again, but more tears quickly take the place of the ones she wiped away. " y-y-you c-can swing by t-tomorrow for the receipt, i-i'll h-hold onto it. "

it had been pouring down rain, ruining the villain's day out if he was being entirely honest. he was hopping between internet cafes and various hobby shops, hoping to find something new and interesting to play, but nothing seemed to catch his eye. the walk between one store and the next, it had begun to rain. fine, he could handle that enough, but the drizzle soon turned into a downpour and he was getting soaked through. quickly, he found a shop that was unlocked, slipping into it with ease and sticking near the front wall until he heard a voice.

what?

" my bad... " he muttered under his breath, still taking a moment to kick his leg a few times to get the water off of him, his shoes squeaking against the floor as he shuffled in place, " why leave the door unlocked then? " he could have sworn the sign was flipped to open too, but the villain was primarily focused on getting to shelter.

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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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the faerie turns to see the tiny pumpkin cupped in his hands. her eyes widen as a gasp leaves her. " oh, h-how adorable!! " she squeals, taking it and holding it against her chest for a moment, bouncing on the balls of her feet. she composes herself and cups the pumpkin in her own hands. " i d-don't think we can carve these, b-but a lot of people paint them! oh, oh, frank, c-can we paint it together? i-i-i'll p-paint one side, a-and y-you can paint the other!! please, pretty please? "

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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 . ❞