#I also love unbothered bachelor Walter

[wheregoodthingsthrive]

I love a vain Walter.

I love a Walter obsessed with his own character and accomplishment. As a teen, it was to be perceived as an adult, as strong, capable, independent, and simply better. As a young adult, it was to be charming, effective, untouchable and a monolith of skill, it was to actively, always be better. This is where the panic of becoming asinine started. As an adult, it was perfection, never second best, go above and beyond, be posh, precise, poised, it was to never be anything but the best.

I love a Walter obsessed with his looks. Clothing pressed, never spotted with a wrinkle, impeccable posture, never stumbling. Even covered in blood or suffering an injury— there is no room for error. Loose long hair isn’t the problem here, it’s being unkept. Being perceived as beastly or anything less than something, anything akin to the vermin he kills or the unpredictable nature of Alucard. He’s better than that.

I love a Walter obsessed with coming across as normal. Sure, he has his moments where his adeptness at brutality shines through but he does it with class. He has his fun but he can always rein it in. He isn’t needlessly messy like Alucard. He isn’t troublesome like Arthur. He isn’t as careless as the average soldier. All of his missions are for a purpose, all of his kills are precise, he is not tethered to failure or irritability or barbarism. He isn’t Alucard. He’s better.

I love a Walter who never appears vain. He is the first to demean himself, the first to take a step back, the first to simply be the butler. He is grateful for his education, his skills, his position. He never turns down a helpful, gracious hand and if he does, it’s for their good. Not his. He doesn’t need their help, he’s too proud deep down. Even in age, he doesn’t need help.

I love a Walter who is vain and covers it up with humility.