[At every kiss, Alucard wants it to settle. Linger. Cling. That's all he can think of doing, he's already practically wrapped around the Belmont like a koala. Over a year of knowing Sypha and his words are terrible. Every emotion translates into action, and at the moment the overriding emotional state of the vampire is terrified and needing any and every kind of comfort that can be crammed into a single day.
What Trevor has already thought of as greater options Alucard has not even brushed against. It is against his own nature to think of either of them as anything but themselves, not...things to be moved around for the sake preventing a war. Maybe it would be better, but only in the short term. Should they survive this, they would still need each other both emotionally and to continue to keep hold of the city.
I love you. Those are words worth forgetting a certainty of death for. Worth mirroring, and the vampire does just that, the hand slung across Trevor's chest moving to stroke at his cheek instead. Hold it, fingers threatening what possessiveness Alucard can stomach.]
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What Trevor has already thought of as greater options Alucard has not even brushed against. It is against his own nature to think of either of them as anything but themselves, not...things to be moved around for the sake preventing a war. Maybe it would be better, but only in the short term. Should they survive this, they would still need each other both emotionally and to continue to keep hold of the city.
I love you. Those are words worth forgetting a certainty of death for. Worth mirroring, and the vampire does just that, the hand slung across Trevor's chest moving to stroke at his cheek instead. Hold it, fingers threatening what possessiveness Alucard can stomach.]
I love you. [I'm yours.] Whatever happens...
[He still can't stop thinking about the future.]