[She can feel the tension between them, the ache and the want pulled taut like an overtuned E string, trembling with every breath and held back only through sheer force of self-control, mostly Alucard's. He doesn't look like himself tonight, she muses idly, even as the rest of her unfinished thought slips away into nothingness, replaced solely by the glitter-glow of the magical lights and the glint of the gold of his eyes. He looks like a vampire prince, more statue than alive, straight out of a story breathed into being with the rise of the moon. But looking at him makes her long for her Alucard, with a softness in his features that isn't there tonight, and a boyishness to the upturn of his lips that runs warm instead of ice-cold.
She wants to kiss this prince until the spell breaks and he becomes hers again. This is perfect, it's all too perfect, and she wants to rip it all apart until he's her Alucard once more.
They're perfect. Together, they're perfect. And perfect is what the eyes on them will see, for the rest of the night, but for just this one moment she falters, fractures just enough to remember the rest of her earlier thought, and finish it.]
I'm glad I came back. From the train. Back to you.
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[She can feel the tension between them, the ache and the want pulled taut like an overtuned E string, trembling with every breath and held back only through sheer force of self-control, mostly Alucard's. He doesn't look like himself tonight, she muses idly, even as the rest of her unfinished thought slips away into nothingness, replaced solely by the glitter-glow of the magical lights and the glint of the gold of his eyes. He looks like a vampire prince, more statue than alive, straight out of a story breathed into being with the rise of the moon. But looking at him makes her long for her Alucard, with a softness in his features that isn't there tonight, and a boyishness to the upturn of his lips that runs warm instead of ice-cold.
She wants to kiss this prince until the spell breaks and he becomes hers again. This is perfect, it's all too perfect, and she wants to rip it all apart until he's her Alucard once more.
They're perfect. Together, they're perfect. And perfect is what the eyes on them will see, for the rest of the night, but for just this one moment she falters, fractures just enough to remember the rest of her earlier thought, and finish it.]
I'm glad I came back. From the train. Back to you.