[ There's a pleasantness to all of this. A kindness. An absence that he knew held something dark, something that gentle hands have cut out from inside his heart.
(There was never a war. There was never a family home in ruins. There was never a city or a tragic murder or an empty throne or an usurper. There has only ever been this place, this cage of intricate silver vines and flowers, all silk and sunlight and the smell of jasmine and berries on a romanian summer evening.)
But for everything that he doesn't miss, there's an absence that aches. He stares at the ring, at the way it's actually two rings wound around each other and locked together, one copper in colour and one gold. And that's somehow a mystery he doesn't have the answer to, just as surely the man on his chest is. ]
'm married. [ He protests, when Alucard kisses him. ]
no subject
(There was never a war. There was never a family home in ruins. There was never a city or a tragic murder or an empty throne or an usurper. There has only ever been this place, this cage of intricate silver vines and flowers, all silk and sunlight and the smell of jasmine and berries on a romanian summer evening.)
But for everything that he doesn't miss, there's an absence that aches. He stares at the ring, at the way it's actually two rings wound around each other and locked together, one copper in colour and one gold. And that's somehow a mystery he doesn't have the answer to, just as surely the man on his chest is. ]
'm married. [ He protests, when Alucard kisses him. ]