[All Alucard does is chug the broth in one go, and then deal with the solid bits. It is the least elegant that he has ever, ever eaten and he's including any and all times he has consumed blood ever. (He...probably should take care of that. He doesn't have any stomach for it right now.) Everything is miserable. Everything has the faintest glimmer of hope.
He watches the other two so quietly. So worriedly. With such terrified adoration for the moment, because they may never have this moment with each other again. He has always treated each little thing with reverence. Calling it precious because it is. He means that sentiment now more than ever, because this can all end. It will all end if they find no recourse for removing this thing from Trevor.
(In the very far back of Alucard's mind, he knows that when he returns, he will have to take some of his father's power. Some of that fear will be wielded. Because even if the three of them survive this, they likely cannot face another horror like this yet again. They have been ground down time and again to be built back up and...and they've managed. Every time they have been more frayed at the end. A fourth demand will make them all unravel.)
He's put his own bowl down (it is empty) when he finaly clocks how little Trevor is eating. How very wrong that is for a million reasons. But....but right now, he can't force anything else on Trevor. Just his hand resting on the nearest part of Trevor, and a struggle to find words.]
Thank us at the end.
[Whatever the end is. For now, this is the middle. For now, there is a tired kiss to Trevor's forehead, betraying exhaustion and fear. For now there is the three of them, spent and exhausted and unsure, clinging to each other and so very little else.]
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He watches the other two so quietly. So worriedly. With such terrified adoration for the moment, because they may never have this moment with each other again. He has always treated each little thing with reverence. Calling it precious because it is. He means that sentiment now more than ever, because this can all end. It will all end if they find no recourse for removing this thing from Trevor.
(In the very far back of Alucard's mind, he knows that when he returns, he will have to take some of his father's power. Some of that fear will be wielded. Because even if the three of them survive this, they likely cannot face another horror like this yet again. They have been ground down time and again to be built back up and...and they've managed. Every time they have been more frayed at the end. A fourth demand will make them all unravel.)
He's put his own bowl down (it is empty) when he finaly clocks how little Trevor is eating. How very wrong that is for a million reasons. But....but right now, he can't force anything else on Trevor. Just his hand resting on the nearest part of Trevor, and a struggle to find words.]
Thank us at the end.
[Whatever the end is. For now, this is the middle. For now, there is a tired kiss to Trevor's forehead, betraying exhaustion and fear. For now there is the three of them, spent and exhausted and unsure, clinging to each other and so very little else.]
We love you.