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[reposing]

The conclusion of the mission in the heart of Paris had finished by Alucard's lone hand -- technically, in any case. The building in which Millennium was inhabiting and running tests, evidently, had already seen its blood bath from someone else: one of their own, more or less. Alucard returned to the Hellsing manor with the blonde-haired vampire, covered in dried blood and wearing clothes that don't fit him, scrubs and a lab coat -- and a giant scar on his chest that he could not hide.

The vampire's name is Adrian. Beyond being a pet project, he doesn't remember anything else outside of a life of Millennium. It begins there, and ended with circumstances Alucard only described in a laugh and a Don't interrupt his reading time.

The elusive new vampire is not seen for another day. Then, as if he has always belonged in Hellsing manor, he walks the halls with a regal elegance, fully dressed this time and certainly much more put together. There is almost always a suspicious look in his golden gaze, skeptical as he looks at most people, but significantly less lost than when he'd first arrived.

Reluctantly, he does approach one Trevor Belmont, a book under one arm.

"Alucard has instructed me that I should be introducing myself to the rest of the organization," Adrian says, sounding bland and distant.

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[reposing]

It seems a difficult thing to ask. Yes, he wants Trevor to go with him, this man who by some circumstance -- be it coincidence or more -- has a link to him, a bond. He likes this man and would prefer him at his side, but...

Adrian closes his eyes as his hair is rinsed out. The sensation is pleasant, but he thinks about what this must mean for Trevor.

"I do. However..." Once he feels his hair is substantially rinsed, he tips his head forward to look at Trevor. "I would not ask you to suffer for me."

[stoneup]

He seems startled that Adrian's looking at him when he says these things, and in fact has to pause before he responds.

What is this?

"Well," he starts, still resting against Adrian in the warm spray of the shower, "I've suffered more for less." Whatever that was supposed to mean -- that he'd suffered greatly for people he felt less connection to, maybe. At the heart of things, Trevor Belmont still held his family's values at heart -- protecting people from what wanted to harm them.

[reposing]

Slowly, he slides his arms to wind tighter around Trevor, as if he might somehow protect him from what terrible memories must wait for him in Romania. But it's a silly notion, nothing could change that, could keep him from hurting and remembering.

"I would not refuse your company," he says softly. "Thank you, Trevor."

To him, it seems this man is more noble than he lets on.