The Seldom Seen
AN:Just a short little thing I felt inspired to write. Going to do my best to get another WCHB out tonight. *opens word doc*
30: What Do You Want?
Alucard was lounging at his desk, looking over some papers – a faintly irritated expression on his regal face, for it had been decades since he was forced to deal with the tedium of paperwork – when he heard a knock upon the door. Deciding to ignore it, he signed his name in a slash of his wrist, baring his teeth in pleasure at the stain of red on the white page.
The knock came again and he growled, but made no move to acknowledge the presence on the other side of the wood, uncaring who it was, only that if they dared disturb him a third time there would be hell to pay.
He almost forgot about the interruption into his time when he felt a ripple of power flare, and he jerked his head up to stare, amazed, at the tousled blond head of his Childe peeking into the room – through the door, no less – widened eyes narrowing in displeasure at her gall. "What do you want, Police Girl?" He snapped, and the girl flinched, drawing back a hair before entering the room with a pillow tucked under one arm and a blanket grasped in her hand, trailing on the bare stonework of the floor behind her like a lost puppy.
She said nothing, simply standing there, blue eyes stormy and glazed with drowsiness.
He sighed.
"Fine."
A grin crept up her pixie like features and she grabbed a footstool on her way over to the desk, setting it to the side as he turned obligingly and propped his feet on it, legs extended like a board. Within seconds she clambered up onto his lap and had arranged herself tp sprawl across him like a cat, spreading herself across his legs in a(n un)living blanket. He shook his head and rested one hand upon her head for a moment, playing with the fine strands of her sunshine yellow locks, an exasperated look on his face. Seras purred and one arm snaked around his waist, the other securing the pillow to his lap as she cuddled up to him.
He returned to his papers, a faint quirk of his lips ever present as the quiet of his study was filled with the steady hum of the slumbering girl's purr.
Seras liked to cuddle, and when he was too busy to stay in bed, she came to him. He couldn't find it in himself to stay mad at her over such trivial matters. (And, not that he'd ever admit it, but he liked it when she clung to him so. It made him feel wanted.)
He finished his work, and picked up his current favorite book, disinclined to move just yet.