The paws reaching into the whirl of mist at first find nothing within - he can't pull himself together, he's confused, he's spiraling -
But then, suddenly, she catches something solid and cold...and in a moment, he is there again, staring at her warm hands wrapped around his upper arm. Alfred stills for a moment, looking, for just a moment, as though he might be trying to fight his way back out of this panic. A whimper escapes him, Seras's words cutting through the haze.
It will be alright.
I'm not going anywhere.
He wants to believe her, and at another time, in a better condition, perhaps he would. He would know that he's flying off the handle, that this isn't him, that he's being completely unreasonable, unfair, even cruel -
But right now, he can't stop himself as he grips her arms back just a little too tight, digging claws in, leaning in with a snarl on his lips, bearing his fangs.
"But your Master will need you."
The words are spat, hissed, cold and cruel - and it's no sooner that they're out of his mouth before he gasps a little, letting go of her arms and springing back. He... really is out of control, isn't he?
"N-No, I - I didn't mean to - I don't want to- es tut mir leid....es tut mir leid-"
Panicked, he dissolves once more, spilling out into the hall, blinking and fading his way out into the entryway. He stops there, hugging himself around the shoulders, eyes wide and darting in the dark. He cries out, wordlessly, hands twining in his hair.
What is happening to him?
Why can't he hear himself think above that DAMN SONG?
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Date: 2022-06-11 05:08 am (UTC)But then, suddenly, she catches something solid and cold...and in a moment, he is there again, staring at her warm hands wrapped around his upper arm. Alfred stills for a moment, looking, for just a moment, as though he might be trying to fight his way back out of this panic. A whimper escapes him, Seras's words cutting through the haze.
It will be alright.
I'm not going anywhere.
He wants to believe her, and at another time, in a better condition, perhaps he would. He would know that he's flying off the handle, that this isn't him, that he's being completely unreasonable, unfair, even cruel -
But right now, he can't stop himself as he grips her arms back just a little too tight, digging claws in, leaning in with a snarl on his lips, bearing his fangs.
"But your Master will need you."
The words are spat, hissed, cold and cruel - and it's no sooner that they're out of his mouth before he gasps a little, letting go of her arms and springing back. He... really is out of control, isn't he?
"N-No, I - I didn't mean to - I don't want to- es tut mir leid....es tut mir leid-"
Panicked, he dissolves once more, spilling out into the hall, blinking and fading his way out into the entryway. He stops there, hugging himself around the shoulders, eyes wide and darting in the dark. He cries out, wordlessly, hands twining in his hair.
What is happening to him?
Why can't he hear himself think above that DAMN SONG?