At first, he thought that it was just Alucard. It would make sense, if that were the case, even if he didn't like it. He was the one with fangs, and so it was perhaps natural that when his hands or hair or breath brushed over the side of his neck that still had sensation, this bullshit would happen. And it was bullshit, but Alucard had always been careful about their necks anyway. It didn't change much.
Then it happened with Sypha, as well, and the look of hurt and guilt on her face was almost worse than the suffocating, gurgling feeling of not being able to take in breath and the wrenching, cracking one of his skull reforming and
He likes to think of it as more inconvenient and annoying than distressing, but he likes to think a lot of things that are not true.
Now, it's become so bad that he can't even wear clothes that brush against his throat. Which is inconvenient, because the beautiful cloak that Alucard gave to him as a wedding gift falls into that category. And, seeing as how it's the middle of fucking winter, he'd quite like to wear it. The castle might be heated, but the garden is not. ]
Adrian. [ He doesn't always use his husband's given name, even now. When he does, it's usually a precursor to saying something sickeningly saccharine. Which also meant it tends to be a precursor toother things. But even though they're in bed, Alucard's head rested on his chest while he reads, the tone is wrong for that. Too heavy.
It's vulnerability that using that name signifies, not just saying some bullshit that makes the vampire kiss him. The two just happen to overlap a lot. ] I want you to feed from me.
Brushes the dust off this post
At first, he thought that it was just Alucard. It would make sense, if that were the case, even if he didn't like it. He was the one with fangs, and so it was perhaps natural that when his hands or hair or breath brushed over the side of his neck that still had sensation, this bullshit would happen. And it was bullshit, but Alucard had always been careful about their necks anyway. It didn't change much.
Then it happened with Sypha, as well, and the look of hurt and guilt on her face was almost worse than the suffocating, gurgling feeling of not being able to take in breath and the wrenching, cracking one of his skull reforming and
He likes to think of it as more inconvenient and annoying than distressing, but he likes to think a lot of things that are not true.
Now, it's become so bad that he can't even wear clothes that brush against his throat. Which is inconvenient, because the beautiful cloak that Alucard gave to him as a wedding gift falls into that category. And, seeing as how it's the middle of fucking winter, he'd quite like to wear it. The castle might be heated, but the garden is not. ]
Adrian. [ He doesn't always use his husband's given name, even now. When he does, it's usually a precursor to saying something sickeningly saccharine. Which also meant it tends to be a precursor toother things. But even though they're in bed, Alucard's head rested on his chest while he reads, the tone is wrong for that. Too heavy.
It's vulnerability that using that name signifies, not just saying some bullshit that makes the vampire kiss him. The two just happen to overlap a lot. ] I want you to feed from me.