#arrestandexecution;01

[ofcrimsonlove]

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“Hm, seems I got lost.” Surely, surely - but undisturbed for a girl her looks and size, to wander upon the large surrounding of that mansion quite by dark, quite by night. Lack of fear from what could lurk, those that could have raised a word not coming to mind quite like this ( how questioning, indeed ), with following what path provided, and what eyes supposedly would see. Curious young one, to not even twitch nor ‘flee’ upon being approached by something quite as dark and daunting.

Given who her parents were, how unlikely would it truly seem. 

“I’m sorry, sir, it seems I lost my way around here. If I don’t disturb, could you lead me out?”

[corrupted-desire-blog]

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Such tribulation inside the clinic, despite it normally being a tranquil and even soothing place; it served for workers, for nurses and doctors, for those to run their errands and colleagues he had, to quickly move. To change patients in clothing, to have them swiftly exit the building - precaution measurements, if taking into account the erruption to run through the building, no less was expected to be done. 

All the while ( with such busy play ), himself would pace, nearly leisurely, to the place such disturbance brought itself up from, and soon enough stopped, when only door he desired to open, nearly turned to dust in his hands. How utterly troublesome. 

“I do presume you have a reason for your disruptive work?” He better have - and for the right pitiful state of whoever was crushed beneath heal ( alas, this was the least of concerns ). “I rather do not have to evacuate my staff and patients without a suitable inducement.”

[bizarre-conception]

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Interesting - she had felt the power. It was what drove female to shift eyes from task on hand, a few letters to be read ( a few more to be written ) in regards to her partner’s request. But this was something far unlike anything else. Oh, she surely knew a similarity to be accounted to the Lord - yet whatever intruder there had been to so freely roam such rather secluded area, whoever it was, undoubtfully, quite skilled in approach. 

If only she would not be so used to it. 

“I suppose---” A stop, while speaking into plain air ( foolish, one might believe ), as if whoever was close would stop just the same. “---you are in search for host of these premises?” Ah, the Hellsing’ representative - he was out with her own husband, was likely not to return all too soon. “Your aura quite carries a bit of his feel - as long as you are acquainted to him, I see no reason to not entertain you.” 

Time of waiting was so easily cut short with good company.