Ooh a confession thing w best boy Adrian?? (Alucard) Just like something where he finally gives in to his feelings/confesses (verbally or not) I love you and your writing 💖💖💖!!

puellaangel:

aahhhh you make me cry (*/▽＼*) thank you so much~~ and i’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it dhbhd i do hope you’ll enjoy and thank you for requesting the love of my life mwah 🤧

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• it would be hard for him  
• love was somewhat of an abstract feeling and he saw where ‘love’ led his father to
• he’d keep you close, feel you next to him, listen to your heart beat and at first he’d tell himself it was him ‘caring’ for you and that’s what he’d say
• “i love you” you’d whisper reassuringly when finding him sitting in his father’s study by himself
• your warm hands almost made him wince, but with a soft sigh of content he leans into them, rest his head against them, he’d remain silent 
• he was so so grateful you never pushed him to tell you those words, so glad you didn’t question him about it either
• your warm assurances kept him going and eventually led him to profess it himself
• it  happened after you’d come home late one evening; a girl from your home village you were relatively close to was getting married soon and she’d invited you to spend the day with her, helping her chose her dress and whatnot
• you let your beloved know before you left, and he wasn’t the type to forbid you freedom; he enjoyed your company immensely and he felt somewhat empty when you left, the warmth of your kiss lingering on his lips, but he wished you to enjoy your time
• it wasn’t until night began to settle that panic began to rise within him, checking the windows almost every minute, pacing backwards and forwards in his room, fear thrashing in his heart
• the sound of hooves sent him practically flying downstairs and you barely managed to get off your horse before you found yourself engulfed in his cold embrace
• he didn’t say anything, words tangled in his mouth, but you knew, you could tell by how strongly he was holding you, by the way he pressed his head in your hair
• he loved you, this was his confession.