[ He remembers the sewing, the long gouges down Alucard’s legs, laced through with that foreign twine like a boot might be. It’s enough to cut through his own shortness of breath and the distant sound of cracking.
Even his fucking trauma agrees that Alucard is more important. Awkwardly, because they are working with limited space, he brings a thumb up to Alucard’s lips, brushing it across them. ]
Nothing there. [ And then, because he’s a shit and doesn’t have any reason to believe that not being a shit would help, he smirks. Tries to, at least. It’s badly acted. ] But I could check more thoroughly, if you like.
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[ He remembers the sewing, the long gouges down Alucard’s legs, laced through with that foreign twine like a boot might be. It’s enough to cut through his own shortness of breath and the distant sound of cracking.
Even his fucking trauma agrees that Alucard is more important. Awkwardly, because they are working with limited space, he brings a thumb up to Alucard’s lips, brushing it across them. ]
Nothing there. [ And then, because he’s a shit and doesn’t have any reason to believe that not being a shit would help, he smirks. Tries to, at least. It’s badly acted. ] But I could check more thoroughly, if you like.