[Last time, the vampire couldn't blush. Last time he had to think politics, about optics, about every single word about to pour out of his mouth. This time, this time he can react properly. Red in his cheeks, a terrible, weak laugh at a thousand titles that don't mean shit, the ability to lean down closer when Trevor puts lips to the inside of his hand.
It's so easy to guide Trevor up, so that their foreheads rest against each other instead. So that Alucard can take both of Trevor's cheeks in hand and hold him there, counting infinitely precious seconds.]
And I never realized how much I wanted to hear it.
no subject
It's so easy to guide Trevor up, so that their foreheads rest against each other instead. So that Alucard can take both of Trevor's cheeks in hand and hold him there, counting infinitely precious seconds.]
And I never realized how much I wanted to hear it.