Punch my shoulder then. And have fabric in your hand the minute I pull away.
[Once we're out of here. Those are good words to hear. Alucard lingers on those as he decides how best to do this. Trevor's hand may be in his, but the question of how much the Belmont is comfortable with seeing any of this lingers in the air.
With Trevor on his lap, he can only bend so far before he's at risk of dislodging the Belmont. He goes as far as he can, and the hand is brought up the rest of the way. Carefully turned over, aware of how thin and delicate the skin is. Alucard thinks not of things with wings, but of slide samples from his mother's medical work, all paper thin slices of organ and tissue that lets light pass through it for easier examination.
He bites, teeth sinking into flesh and finding vein. It's careful and measured, even if the part of him that is hunger demands he move it along. That part of him springs forward as blood flows, demanding he take, take, take for the love of whatever god's out there. Starving doesn't help anyone.
Alucard is careful though. The hand not supporting Trevor's taps out a careful beat, and what that really is is a way to measure how much he's taken. Under normal circumstances, he would consider a pint acceptable. This is not normal circumstances. They need Trevor to be able to move or fight or do just about anything. It has to be half a pint.
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[Once we're out of here. Those are good words to hear. Alucard lingers on those as he decides how best to do this. Trevor's hand may be in his, but the question of how much the Belmont is comfortable with seeing any of this lingers in the air.
With Trevor on his lap, he can only bend so far before he's at risk of dislodging the Belmont. He goes as far as he can, and the hand is brought up the rest of the way. Carefully turned over, aware of how thin and delicate the skin is. Alucard thinks not of things with wings, but of slide samples from his mother's medical work, all paper thin slices of organ and tissue that lets light pass through it for easier examination.
He bites, teeth sinking into flesh and finding vein. It's careful and measured, even if the part of him that is hunger demands he move it along. That part of him springs forward as blood flows, demanding he take, take, take for the love of whatever god's out there. Starving doesn't help anyone.
Alucard is careful though. The hand not supporting Trevor's taps out a careful beat, and what that really is is a way to measure how much he's taken. Under normal circumstances, he would consider a pint acceptable. This is not normal circumstances. They need Trevor to be able to move or fight or do just about anything. It has to be half a pint.
It'll cover five days. More than enough.]