Soon. [ He chuckles. It's too warm to pull any of the blankets or furs around them (It's always too warm. Here. Back home. Everywhere.) but he can lift his arm, the one with the bound wrist, up to lean his hand on Alucard's shoulder and keep the cut raised above his heart. He can move the other arm around his back, so it's an awkward sort of embrace. Once the bleeding stops, they can return to the way they were, Alucard a pleasant weight against him and only the silver floor to worry itself about his too-light weight. ] Soon, with any luck.
[ And he tilts his head upward suddenly, to catch one of those kisses on his lips. ]
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[ And he tilts his head upward suddenly, to catch one of those kisses on his lips. ]
I did. Eat shit, I won.