[ That, at least, comes out fairly normal. Because if there's one thing he can manage even when weighted down by self loathing and useless, pointless attraction it's discussing the virtues of salt.
He makes a point of turning away when Alucard approaches, because he can feel his ears burning red and he can't imagine the rest of his face is much better, and the old work shirt isn't fitted like his others and hangs off him, making his frame look narrower and-
-it really isn't helping to think about how well his arms would fit around Alucard's (his boss! a vampire! dracula's fucking demon son!) chest. ]
Not- [ And he struggles to keep his voice steady, even as he can just about manage words on the topic of salt. ] not in the bullshit Belmont way, just in the using it to scrub the shit off your hands way. Sugar works, too.
no subject
[ That, at least, comes out fairly normal. Because if there's one thing he can manage even when weighted down by self loathing and useless, pointless attraction it's discussing the virtues of salt.
He makes a point of turning away when Alucard approaches, because he can feel his ears burning red and he can't imagine the rest of his face is much better, and the old work shirt isn't fitted like his others and hangs off him, making his frame look narrower and-
-it really isn't helping to think about how well his arms would fit around Alucard's (his boss! a vampire! dracula's fucking demon son!) chest. ]
Not- [ And he struggles to keep his voice steady, even as he can just about manage words on the topic of salt. ] not in the bullshit Belmont way, just in the using it to scrub the shit off your hands way. Sugar works, too.