[The matter's too raw. Alucard's had time to grieve for his mother, but everything in relation to his father has been a mess of...well, anger, mostly. The fear is new, although perhaps it is better said that the fear is newly articulated. It was there for a long time, since that scar was fresh on Alucard's chest, lurking beneath all the anger.
He opens the letter with one of his nails. Takes it out, then reads every word of it. Really reads, because the opening line makes it too terribly important to take lightly. Alucard is still as he devours every word on the paper, and soon enough, the hand that is in Trevor's squeezes again. Gently this time.]
Over my dead body the fae are laying claim to you.
[With Alucard, that's a promise. And because there's too many emotions, because it has been a very long two days even without the emotional exhaustion, and because he and Sypha have been trying to hint at things for a while with Trevor being dense, he leans over just enough to kiss Trevor. Firmly. Chastely. Easy to shove Alucard off if the gesture's unwanted.]
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He opens the letter with one of his nails. Takes it out, then reads every word of it. Really reads, because the opening line makes it too terribly important to take lightly. Alucard is still as he devours every word on the paper, and soon enough, the hand that is in Trevor's squeezes again. Gently this time.]
Over my dead body the fae are laying claim to you.
[With Alucard, that's a promise. And because there's too many emotions, because it has been a very long two days even without the emotional exhaustion, and because he and Sypha have been trying to hint at things for a while with Trevor being dense, he leans over just enough to kiss Trevor. Firmly. Chastely. Easy to shove Alucard off if the gesture's unwanted.]