Said as if I'm not keenly aware I assign to much emotion to tiny things.
[His tone is as soft as Trevor's, but it also betrays a greater truth. Alucard is well aware that he's an emotional mess about stupid little things. He knows why, because some day it will be all that matters when some horrible thing befalls them. They'll weather Carmilla, but what then? The fae lurk in the shadows of each year. All the small gestures, they matter.
He nuzzles the top of Trevor's head, trying to memorize every part of this moment. The weight of Trevor against his side, rough hands over smooth ones, the natural Belmont musk that always seems to be entwined with a faint hint of incense most days.]
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[His tone is as soft as Trevor's, but it also betrays a greater truth. Alucard is well aware that he's an emotional mess about stupid little things. He knows why, because some day it will be all that matters when some horrible thing befalls them. They'll weather Carmilla, but what then? The fae lurk in the shadows of each year. All the small gestures, they matter.
He nuzzles the top of Trevor's head, trying to memorize every part of this moment. The weight of Trevor against his side, rough hands over smooth ones, the natural Belmont musk that always seems to be entwined with a faint hint of incense most days.]
I missed you.