I do NOT own Hellsing or the hac/ lyrics, but I kind of love both.
Ein König ohne Königin
Integra sat down on her bed and yawned. She ran her fingers through her hair and closed her eyes. She was tired, but at the same time not, as if her body wanted to rest and her brain was still on. She sighed and started loosen her tie. After a few minutes of struggling with the zipper on her trousers he was standing beside her bed in her shirt, starting to unbutton it. She took it off and threw it on the floor. She lied down on the bed in her underwear and gazed at the ceiling through her glasses. Her eyelids so wanted to shut and her body so wanted to sleep, but she kept her eyes open. She didn't want to sleep, but she didn't want to be awake. "A daydream would be fine now", she thought. She spread her arms on the wide bed. Suddenly, she felt something cold touch her right hand. At first she thought she'd reached one of the bedposts, but then something took her hand. Someone. She turned her head around.
He sat there, surrounded by the little light that shone in from the setting sun outside. He smiled slightly, still holding her hand. She was a bit chocked but was since he always appeared without her knowing she was getting a bit used to it. She gave him a vague smile back.
-You should be asleep, master, he whispered. She looked him in the eyes. Those crimson eyes… She couldn't imagine a day without half-drowning in those eyes. They must have seen a lot. She was too tired to say anything so she smiled back. "I don't want to sleep", she thought. His smile widened a tiny bit. She turned over. He moved slightly towards her, still holding her hand. She laid her head in his lap; he started to stroke her hair. He looked into her blue eyes. They were blue like ice, and could act like ice, but now they were mildly blank and tired. He stroke her chin with his cold fingers. She shivered unwillingly. He leaned down and took a deep breath to take in the scent of her hair. She felt how her eyelids grew heavier. "This must be a dream", she thought.
- Be my queen, Integra, he said in a soft voice. She didn't answer. He looked at her. She had already closed her eyes.
The memory pooling into the empty shell of my body is shaping and filling me up a little at a time. That is the way angels take shape, by stashing into their hearts the feelings they don't want to forget.
No matter how far you go
I'll always be here inside you
guiding you on your way
like a shining star…