Can Blogs That Happen Upon Mine Not Use Me For A Resource Lmao

can blogs that happen upon mine not use me for a resource lmao

"I'm making apple cider!" - Klein to Soryn

autumn / spooky / accepting!

" oh? " he asks, a hint of fascination in his tone as he approaches klein in the kitchen. soryn peers over his shoulder and down into the crockpot he's working over. the whole apartment smelled like apples and cinnamon, more so right here in the kitchen. " it smells absolutely delicious, klein. " he looks to him with a smile before leaning in to kiss his cheek. " i can't wait to try it. i'm sure it won't even compare to the cider i've bought from the store. "

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"I'm making pumpkin soup." - Klein to Aggie!

autumn / spooky / accepting!

" really? i didn't know you could do that with pumpkins. " she says with a giggle, removing her coat and hanging it up on a wall hook. her keys are hung up beside it. she kicks off her boots and fixes her sweater before heading into the kitchen. " it smells so good. i'm sure it'll warm me up once it's done and we can eat it! " agatha beams, wrapping an arm around him and leaning against him. she can feel klein's warmth through her clothes. " then again, maybe this'll be enough to warm me up. " she smiles, leaning up a little to kiss his jaw. " i can't wait to try the pumpkin soup, klein. "

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 . ❞