[He's afraid. They're all afraid, they're all so afraid and it isn't fair, somehow, for it to be like this. It was only supposed to be like this when Dracula was gone, and the weight of the city's future had been left to be borne on Alucard's shoulders. Dracula's return was supposed to be the end of it, the liberation from it. It wasn't supposed to be like this, even more terror and sadness than before.
And yet there's a gentleness to this, too, that they find in each other, that they both must be craving. He buries his face in her hair and for a second she finds herself remembering how he'd looked when she'd turned up at his door after leaping from the train, with his stitches pulled and his hair a mess, and how he'd looked at her like the only thing in the world that could calm the raging storm he'd found himself in.]
Adrian.
[She can feel his lip tremble when he kisses her, at first — that slight little quiver of anxiousness. But then things slow, and smooth out, and mellow, and she leans up and into him with quiet acceptance, wanting more of him just as much as he does her.]
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And yet there's a gentleness to this, too, that they find in each other, that they both must be craving. He buries his face in her hair and for a second she finds herself remembering how he'd looked when she'd turned up at his door after leaping from the train, with his stitches pulled and his hair a mess, and how he'd looked at her like the only thing in the world that could calm the raging storm he'd found himself in.]
Adrian.
[She can feel his lip tremble when he kisses her, at first — that slight little quiver of anxiousness. But then things slow, and smooth out, and mellow, and she leans up and into him with quiet acceptance, wanting more of him just as much as he does her.]