When he stood at the tallest spire of London to poison the blood of the No Life King he knew that before the dagger met his jugular, he would recall your smell carried from far away on the breeze of the night. He would recall your scent when the hour of his death came. Death had become his lover, the musk she carried with her into the afterlife haunted his dreams until he felt he would go mad. It was the smell of a vampire, his vampire. The werecat could do nothing to reassure you except hold you closer to his body, inhaling the sickly sweet smell of death which permeated your flesh and clothes. But it was too late for all that now, and Schrodinger wondered if he hadn’t made a mistake in saying goodbye to you before he carried out the last mission he would ever be assigned. Was it a good thing that you had finally fallen in love with him just as strongly as he had first fallen for you? His wish had come true after all, young as you both were a relationship as real as that of any adult had bonded you both within Millennium. It didn’t seem as though you were going to let him go anytime soon. Schrodinger smiled wearily as you tightened your grip on his body.
This one was also a response to the other Schrodinger x Reader I did called “Paper Snowflake”. I was so stressed out and always crying, so Hellsing kind of became my crutch for the entire semester. Another one of my best works that was written after my finals during my first year at a 4 year college.
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