It is very, very infrequently that Alfred shouts - so the way the sudden hiss echoes off the walls of the ballroom is alarming even to him. His gaze darts around, upward, wild as if searching for someone else - and in a sudden whirl, he dissolves into a cloud of mist.
The cloud hisses, twists - and reforms a couple of feet behind where Seras had been standing.
"Do you mean - was that your...your..."
He can't. He's barely holding it together, worlds away from his normal, sweet self.
He looks more splintered than the chair on the ground, his movements lithe, sharp as he starts to pace.
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It is very, very infrequently that Alfred shouts - so the way the sudden hiss echoes off the walls of the ballroom is alarming even to him. His gaze darts around, upward, wild as if searching for someone else - and in a sudden whirl, he dissolves into a cloud of mist.
The cloud hisses, twists - and reforms a couple of feet behind where Seras had been standing.
"Do you mean - was that your...your..."
He can't. He's barely holding it together, worlds away from his normal, sweet self.
He looks more splintered than the chair on the ground, his movements lithe, sharp as he starts to pace.