[There's a moment between when Trevor's laugh stops and the kisses begin in earnest, and in that moment there is nothing but the purest adoration on Alucard's face. All softness, all gentle lines, all love because what else can he do in this wonderful moment but look at Trevor and want to make sure that the love had is clearly known. (It is, it has been for ages, but still.)
It's never like this when they travel. Too much of the world can still see them, and the coldness of whatever the work is allows for only little moments. This place, this estate, it's the only other place besides home that has ever witnessed this. Perhaps that is right, for who it was once home to. Perhaps not. Perhaps this is all just an attempt to fight and claw at the shadows of legacy that loom even heavier now.
It'll always be like this, fighting those shadows and expectations. What else could it ever be? But if these moments are a part of that struggle, then what else can that struggle be called but a good strife?
Alucard leans down so that there's an entire face to kiss. He holds Trevor close. There's no work to do right now, no terrible thing looming on the horizon. Just this.]
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[There's a moment between when Trevor's laugh stops and the kisses begin in earnest, and in that moment there is nothing but the purest adoration on Alucard's face. All softness, all gentle lines, all love because what else can he do in this wonderful moment but look at Trevor and want to make sure that the love had is clearly known. (It is, it has been for ages, but still.)
It's never like this when they travel. Too much of the world can still see them, and the coldness of whatever the work is allows for only little moments. This place, this estate, it's the only other place besides home that has ever witnessed this. Perhaps that is right, for who it was once home to. Perhaps not. Perhaps this is all just an attempt to fight and claw at the shadows of legacy that loom even heavier now.
It'll always be like this, fighting those shadows and expectations. What else could it ever be? But if these moments are a part of that struggle, then what else can that struggle be called but a good strife?
Alucard leans down so that there's an entire face to kiss. He holds Trevor close. There's no work to do right now, no terrible thing looming on the horizon. Just this.]