[Alucard concentrates on the needle. On moving it through Trevor's flesh for the first time, and he already hates this method. To do this properly, he needs to be able to touch the skin. To understand how deep something is, to have that tactile sense in order to make adjustments. His eyes are on Trevor's wound, yes, but that makes none of this easier
The rest of him is perfectly still, guiding the needle all the way through. Pulling the thread tight. Making sure it all holds. His gloved hands grip the bed frame, and now the needle begins it's second stitch.
He can't look at Trevor. He can't. It'll break his concentration, it'll hurt them both, they can't be like this for months on end.]
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The rest of him is perfectly still, guiding the needle all the way through. Pulling the thread tight. Making sure it all holds. His gloved hands grip the bed frame, and now the needle begins it's second stitch.
He can't look at Trevor. He can't. It'll break his concentration, it'll hurt them both, they can't be like this for months on end.]