![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Think about how long you've been around it though. You were young when you first began to explore this ability, yes? It makes sense that the frequency would simply become a part of you. There will always be a sharp undertone of blood for myself for a similar reason.
[It's a calm explanation, all logic and thoughtfulness rather than utterances of destiny or--
--okay. That request takes Alucard by genuine surprise, his hand dropping Hector's wrist by accident. There's a little wide-eyeness to the dhampir.]
I....er.
Did you have a particular method of sampling in mind?
[Taste can be many things, including blood.]
[It's a calm explanation, all logic and thoughtfulness rather than utterances of destiny or--
--okay. That request takes Alucard by genuine surprise, his hand dropping Hector's wrist by accident. There's a little wide-eyeness to the dhampir.]
I....er.
Did you have a particular method of sampling in mind?
[Taste can be many things, including blood.]
Edited 2019-11-12 00:53 (UTC)
"How is that reaction triggered?"
That's the only question he has. It should be avoided if possible, and Alucard knows he's in a place to make that happen.
Only then does his hand withdraw.
That's the only question he has. It should be avoided if possible, and Alucard knows he's in a place to make that happen.
Only then does his hand withdraw.
"Blood." He doesn't expect the answer will really surprise the other dhampir, but makes an attempt to elaborate. Adrian hasn't asked him to leave and hasn't shied away, both of which would be understandable responses and nothing D would fault him for, and if anyone could understand this...
"Sometimes it can be forced by other means but primarily fresh blood. My own or another's. My abilities increase in response which can be useful."
There's a long pause while he considers if there's more to add or if that is enough, then D continues, each word sounding as though it took some effort to voice: "I was mistaken to try it now."
"Sometimes it can be forced by other means but primarily fresh blood. My own or another's. My abilities increase in response which can be useful."
There's a long pause while he considers if there's more to add or if that is enough, then D continues, each word sounding as though it took some effort to voice: "I was mistaken to try it now."
How do you think?
[He leans in, feeling more certain the closer he approaches. He doesn't mind the implications of what he is learning, he just needs to know for sure. Alucard's hesitance reminds him- tasting would mean something very different to a vampire that it would humans.]
You don't drink blood. I wouldn't ask that of you. You have two humans. I assume you have some clue as to other ways we could gather this data.
[In case Alucard is still confused, Hector closes the distance between them until their noses brush, close enough to share a single breath.]
[He leans in, feeling more certain the closer he approaches. He doesn't mind the implications of what he is learning, he just needs to know for sure. Alucard's hesitance reminds him- tasting would mean something very different to a vampire that it would humans.]
You don't drink blood. I wouldn't ask that of you. You have two humans. I assume you have some clue as to other ways we could gather this data.
[In case Alucard is still confused, Hector closes the distance between them until their noses brush, close enough to share a single breath.]
It was worth clarification.
[Alucard doesn't correct Hector's you don't drink blood statement. Alucard does, just non-human blood and with less frequency than what a vampire needs. But as for the rest...
...six weeks. He's been alone and touch starved for six weeks, and that's the worst part of all of this. Alucard's learned how much he loves giving and receiving affection - a by product of watching his parents be so physically close whenever thy could be.
The rest is instinct, although it's still cautious. The press of Alucard's lips against Hector's is gentle. Chaste. Giving the other a chance to withdraw from all of this if he still so chooses.]
[Alucard doesn't correct Hector's you don't drink blood statement. Alucard does, just non-human blood and with less frequency than what a vampire needs. But as for the rest...
...six weeks. He's been alone and touch starved for six weeks, and that's the worst part of all of this. Alucard's learned how much he loves giving and receiving affection - a by product of watching his parents be so physically close whenever thy could be.
The rest is instinct, although it's still cautious. The press of Alucard's lips against Hector's is gentle. Chaste. Giving the other a chance to withdraw from all of this if he still so chooses.]
[Chaste is nothing. Hector isn't going to back down from something as simple as a kiss. He presses forward, parting his lips so Alucard can get a proper sample.
Hector is not above killing two birds with one stone (not that he would ever kill a bird). He can find out more about his powers and kiss an impossibly handsome man who would normally be out of his reach. To waste this opportunity would be foolhardy.
Hector shifts, bumping his leg against Alucard as he draws in closer. Thorough testing is something every man of science can appreciate.]
Hector is not above killing two birds with one stone (not that he would ever kill a bird). He can find out more about his powers and kiss an impossibly handsome man who would normally be out of his reach. To waste this opportunity would be foolhardy.
Hector shifts, bumping his leg against Alucard as he draws in closer. Thorough testing is something every man of science can appreciate.]
"Mistake or not, it has happened."
Reassuring, Alucard. Especially with his tone, which is very much the clinic voice that he grew up watching his mother use. There's a sigh that follows, and Alucard's face falls into something well and truly worried. The worst is passed, of course, but he has suspicions that the outburst is likely to be a weight around D's neck.
"I'll keep it in mind for the future and work to avoid any scenarios that could aggravate it."
The capsules are limited, after all, and most of the Belmonts are out in the world at the moment.
"I think your drawing is more than enough for me to go on though."
Reassuring, Alucard. Especially with his tone, which is very much the clinic voice that he grew up watching his mother use. There's a sigh that follows, and Alucard's face falls into something well and truly worried. The worst is passed, of course, but he has suspicions that the outburst is likely to be a weight around D's neck.
"I'll keep it in mind for the future and work to avoid any scenarios that could aggravate it."
The capsules are limited, after all, and most of the Belmonts are out in the world at the moment.
"I think your drawing is more than enough for me to go on though."
[Alucard is very careful as Hector's lips part, because here lies where so many things can go wrong: his fangs. The whole thing is a matter of angles, and while Hector may not react as strong to drawing blood during a kiss as say, Trevor might, it is still a matter Alucard is careful of.
But oh, he deepens the kiss all the same. Moves one hand up to cup Hector's cheek, the other remaining on the sofa and grabbing at the fabric below. The bum of legs? Hell. Alucard moves a little closer, tucking his ankles closer against the edge of the sofa.]
But oh, he deepens the kiss all the same. Moves one hand up to cup Hector's cheek, the other remaining on the sofa and grabbing at the fabric below. The bum of legs? Hell. Alucard moves a little closer, tucking his ankles closer against the edge of the sofa.]
D watches him and while Adrian seems to relax he remains tense... but then he's never seemed not tense so it hardly means much. He'd expected more questions, however, and finds himself oddly relieved but surprised at the fact that there aren't any.
It sounds like a dismissal in the other man's words, so he nods and moves to the sink Adrian had used in order to rinse out the empty flask and set it aside.
He should simply leave now, return Adrian to the silence and focus that he likely wishes for, but D instead lingers at the edge of the door. He doesn't look back but just pauses there.
"He made this castle, didn't he? The parts I've seen are like what castles of my time are."
It sounds like a dismissal in the other man's words, so he nods and moves to the sink Adrian had used in order to rinse out the empty flask and set it aside.
He should simply leave now, return Adrian to the silence and focus that he likely wishes for, but D instead lingers at the edge of the door. He doesn't look back but just pauses there.
"He made this castle, didn't he? The parts I've seen are like what castles of my time are."
[Hector isn't squeamish. A little blood wouldn't send him running. He was always protected in Dracula's court, but that doesn't mean he wasn't curious about what it would be like to allow someone to feed from him.
He is less cautious that Alucard, exploring with lips and tongue. He encounters fangs, which is a novel experience, and if there is a momentary prick of pain and the faint taste of copper, he barely notices in the onslaught of other sensations. Alucard's hand on his cheek is cooler than he would expect; the hair, when Hector reaches up to stroke back the stray golden strands tickling his face, is just as soft as he imagined it would be.
Drawing near to what he could feasibly write off as a test, Hector draws back. He hopes Alucard can't hear his heart's thumping.]
So...what's the verdict?
He is less cautious that Alucard, exploring with lips and tongue. He encounters fangs, which is a novel experience, and if there is a momentary prick of pain and the faint taste of copper, he barely notices in the onslaught of other sensations. Alucard's hand on his cheek is cooler than he would expect; the hair, when Hector reaches up to stroke back the stray golden strands tickling his face, is just as soft as he imagined it would be.
Drawing near to what he could feasibly write off as a test, Hector draws back. He hopes Alucard can't hear his heart's thumping.]
So...what's the verdict?
[It's hard for Alucard to not react to the hand in his hair. The noise of delight is pressed into Hector's mouth, muted and hopefully with Hector not noticing.
But. Verdict. Yes, that, the thing that's important, not the loud noise of Alucard's heartbeat or Hector's.]
Human, mostly. [That sharp, wonderful bit of copper doesn't count.] Nothing of the grave. Just...a little bit of herbs.
But. Verdict. Yes, that, the thing that's important, not the loud noise of Alucard's heartbeat or Hector's.]
Human, mostly. [That sharp, wonderful bit of copper doesn't count.] Nothing of the grave. Just...a little bit of herbs.
[Hector has no chance with Alucard, he knows. But Alucard hasn't stopped him yet, so he's emboldened. Whatever consequences he faces for this, it will be worth it.]
Is that conclusive?
[His tone, the fact that his leg is still pressed against Alucard's, the fingers twirling through golden hair...it should be pretty hard for Alucard to miss the implication that Hector is more than willing to go through some rigorous trials to be sure.]
Is that conclusive?
[His tone, the fact that his leg is still pressed against Alucard's, the fingers twirling through golden hair...it should be pretty hard for Alucard to miss the implication that Hector is more than willing to go through some rigorous trials to be sure.]
"He did, yes," Alucard confirms. His eyes are still on the drawning and....
...well. The thing on the paper looks like it might come from a mind like his father's, given enough time to get there.
"How many castles are there in your time?"
...well. The thing on the paper looks like it might come from a mind like his father's, given enough time to get there.
"How many castles are there in your time?"
It's a surprising result that deserves another look.
[Why didn't he taste like spanikopita
He leans back in, and this time the muted hesitation, the idea that Hector might need an out isn't there. Alucard's far faster, far more forthright, his hand no longer going to Hector's cheek but to his waist, gripping the fabric of the robe.
Still, he's cautious of fangs as he opens his own mouth against Hector's, angling everything just so.]
[
He leans back in, and this time the muted hesitation, the idea that Hector might need an out isn't there. Alucard's far faster, far more forthright, his hand no longer going to Hector's cheek but to his waist, gripping the fabric of the robe.
Still, he's cautious of fangs as he opens his own mouth against Hector's, angling everything just so.]
Sypha, get out. Something's-
[ Sypha doesn't get very far into her Belmont, I told you so before the castle consumes the both of them, bringing them into its entrance way for real this time. The castle creaks and groans with the effort, but they're standing there with Alucard now. ]
-happening. [ He pauses, looking around at the castle. ] Well, fuck me.
[ Sypha doesn't get very far into her Belmont, I told you so before the castle consumes the both of them, bringing them into its entrance way for real this time. The castle creaks and groans with the effort, but they're standing there with Alucard now. ]
-happening. [ He pauses, looking around at the castle. ] Well, fuck me.
[ Confinement is very quickly becoming an all too relevant term. It's not a problem yet. It's going to become one before long. But he doesn't complain, at least not for now. It's a part of the appeal of this for him, being able to trust Alucard to only let him suffer in fun ways. ]
I think I can continue my holy mission like this.
[ He does, however, make a point of very-not-accidentally grinding against Alucard as he bends to continue. He continues, kissing downward as far as he can manage without moving his hips out of range of Alucard's hands - almost to the edge of the sheet - and then, slowly, upward again. The scar gets no extra attention, but nor does he flinch away from it, brushing his lips against the skin there the same as anywhere else.
It's tempting to skip the other arm, knowing that once he gets to the neck he's not going to get a chance to go back to it. So he pauses once he reaches the collarbone again, waiting for instruction.
And maybe lets his teeth graze it very, very softly while he waits. He still has a curse or two to earn, after all. ]
I think I can continue my holy mission like this.
[ He does, however, make a point of very-not-accidentally grinding against Alucard as he bends to continue. He continues, kissing downward as far as he can manage without moving his hips out of range of Alucard's hands - almost to the edge of the sheet - and then, slowly, upward again. The scar gets no extra attention, but nor does he flinch away from it, brushing his lips against the skin there the same as anywhere else.
It's tempting to skip the other arm, knowing that once he gets to the neck he's not going to get a chance to go back to it. So he pauses once he reaches the collarbone again, waiting for instruction.
And maybe lets his teeth graze it very, very softly while he waits. He still has a curse or two to earn, after all. ]
[Because no one in Wallachia is willing to invest the time in making some damned phyllo, that's why!
Hector hums with delight as Alucard responds this time; it is not like the dhampir to tiptoe around so delicately. He leans his body back into the couch and hooks a finger in Alucard's collar to drag him along with Hector. He's not strong enough to actually move Alucard anywhere he doesn't want to be, but he can give him a suggestion of where he'd like him to be.
It would probably be smart to avoid the fangs, but when has Hector ever done the smart thing? He's curious, and curiosity is the driving force in his life. He wants to map out the length and width, to understand all the ways Alucard's bone structure differs from his own. He would very much like to keep kissing him for as long as he's allowed, but he can't help himself, like a moth drawn to candle light.]
Hector hums with delight as Alucard responds this time; it is not like the dhampir to tiptoe around so delicately. He leans his body back into the couch and hooks a finger in Alucard's collar to drag him along with Hector. He's not strong enough to actually move Alucard anywhere he doesn't want to be, but he can give him a suggestion of where he'd like him to be.
It would probably be smart to avoid the fangs, but when has Hector ever done the smart thing? He's curious, and curiosity is the driving force in his life. He wants to map out the length and width, to understand all the ways Alucard's bone structure differs from his own. He would very much like to keep kissing him for as long as he's allowed, but he can't help himself, like a moth drawn to candle light.]
The page is covered in intense lines of graphite, outlining a complex bank of controls and strange, twisted machinery. It's not unlike some of what D has noticed around the castle itself and even if the mind behind both isn't the same, the technology is similar.
He turns at the question, and there's a touch of something that might be sadness to his eyes.
"Hundreds. Many fallen to ruin, their masters long since gone. Their remains are scattered across the lands, hang silent and unmoving in the night sky above."
He turns at the question, and there's a touch of something that might be sadness to his eyes.
"Hundreds. Many fallen to ruin, their masters long since gone. Their remains are scattered across the lands, hang silent and unmoving in the night sky above."
[Alucard's always resonded to attention when lavished upon his neck. Here, now, with one hand threaded through Trevor's hair and the rest of the vampire so alert? He's learning that the way Trevor's kissing his chest at the moment is nothing short of electrifying.
The why isn't clear to Alucard. Perhaps because it is meant to be worship. Or maybe just how Trevor's lips graze against his skin just so. It could just be from sheer want. All Alucard knows is that breathy sighs and content, muted groans leave him, and he wants so much more.
Oh. Then the neck threatens, but Alucard? He tugs Trevor's hair, redirecting him downwards to his chest again, the rise and fall faster than when Trevor began.]
You missed several places, I'm afraid.
The why isn't clear to Alucard. Perhaps because it is meant to be worship. Or maybe just how Trevor's lips graze against his skin just so. It could just be from sheer want. All Alucard knows is that breathy sighs and content, muted groans leave him, and he wants so much more.
Oh. Then the neck threatens, but Alucard? He tugs Trevor's hair, redirecting him downwards to his chest again, the rise and fall faster than when Trevor began.]
You missed several places, I'm afraid.
I told you it was the castle.
[Alucard looks to Trevor and Sypha, his face a very careful blank. He's in his home, but it has fallen apart so very much. It aches, seeing it in such a state.]
You said it traveled, yes? Was it taking guises as well when your family was tracking it?
[Alucard looks to Trevor and Sypha, his face a very careful blank. He's in his home, but it has fallen apart so very much. It aches, seeing it in such a state.]
You said it traveled, yes? Was it taking guises as well when your family was tracking it?
[So Alucard is dragged along by a necromancer. He can't say that he expected such a thing to happen, but he's not expected a lot of things to happen in life. This is a lesser surprise.
But he licks his way into Hector's mouth with a composed steadiness, plenty aware of his own fangs and where Trevor falls in relation to them. It's not unpleasant at all, but the sudden grab has thrown the vampire off balance. His palm rests just on the outside of Hector's thigh in order to support himself at the current angle, the other hand just behind Hector's head and dangling off the back of the couch.
Hector's hell bent on going for the fangs though. Alucard, if he could think right now, would glom onto why but that isn't happening. Thinking he means, because the only thing that's taking up his vision is Hector and--
--oh, that's definitely blood in Alucard's mouth.]
But he licks his way into Hector's mouth with a composed steadiness, plenty aware of his own fangs and where Trevor falls in relation to them. It's not unpleasant at all, but the sudden grab has thrown the vampire off balance. His palm rests just on the outside of Hector's thigh in order to support himself at the current angle, the other hand just behind Hector's head and dangling off the back of the couch.
Hector's hell bent on going for the fangs though. Alucard, if he could think right now, would glom onto why but that isn't happening. Thinking he means, because the only thing that's taking up his vision is Hector and--
--oh, that's definitely blood in Alucard's mouth.]
I don’t think so. It moved every few years for about a century, then we tracked its magic to England but we just couldn’t find it. Always did seem like a tiny county to lose a whole castle in.
But- shit. [ The specific state of the castle seems familiar, though he’s never seen it in a building before. He brushes a hand against the wall and stares as layers of stone peel from it like layers of skin. The sound of its groaning is like bone scraping against bone. ] It’s still a church. Even desanctified. It’s protecting you from the worst of it, but it’s- hurting it, being a church.
But- shit. [ The specific state of the castle seems familiar, though he’s never seen it in a building before. He brushes a hand against the wall and stares as layers of stone peel from it like layers of skin. The sound of its groaning is like bone scraping against bone. ] It’s still a church. Even desanctified. It’s protecting you from the worst of it, but it’s- hurting it, being a church.
"They float?"
Alucard's interest is beyond mild. There's surprise, but beyond that, real intrigue. He wants to just dive into the suggestion, find out the mechanisms, but it's a bad idea. Too demanding, and that D hasn't simply retreated somewhere into the castle feels like a small miracle.
"This thing you've drawn, I think I can backtrack at least a little bit of it's development to thoughts here. Even if your Dracula is not my father, he was a vampire and had the time to advance well beyond where humanity stands right now."
Alucard's interest is beyond mild. There's surprise, but beyond that, real intrigue. He wants to just dive into the suggestion, find out the mechanisms, but it's a bad idea. Too demanding, and that D hasn't simply retreated somewhere into the castle feels like a small miracle.
"This thing you've drawn, I think I can backtrack at least a little bit of it's development to thoughts here. Even if your Dracula is not my father, he was a vampire and had the time to advance well beyond where humanity stands right now."
[Alucard wants to know how Trevor's reading the castle where Alucard isn't, but...no. It isn't the point. It can't be the point.
Alucard settles himself down on the floor.]
Is there space for you near by, where you don't have to use this shell?
Alucard settles himself down on the floor.]
Is there space for you near by, where you don't have to use this shell?
A job half done. Suppose that would be a terrible offence to you.
[ He lets Alucard guide him downward, trailing kisses down over his ribs as he does. He’s slower about it this time, and he wasn’t exactly hasty before. It takes a little while before he reaches Alucard’s hip, tracing across it with more kisses to reach his other side, dangerously close to the edge of the sheet ]
Please forgive this humble sinner’s mistake.
[ He lets Alucard guide him downward, trailing kisses down over his ribs as he does. He’s slower about it this time, and he wasn’t exactly hasty before. It takes a little while before he reaches Alucard’s hip, tracing across it with more kisses to reach his other side, dangerously close to the edge of the sheet ]
Please forgive this humble sinner’s mistake.
Page 93 of 199
- «
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- 8
- 9
- 10
- 11
- 12
- 13
- 14
- 15
- 16
- 17
- 18
- 19
- 20
- 21
- 22
- 23
- 24
- 25
- 26
- 27
- 28
- 29
- 30
- 31
- 32
- 33
- 34
- 35
- 36
- 37
- 38
- 39
- 40
- 41
- 42
- 43
- 44
- 45
- 46
- 47
- 48
- 49
- 50
- 51
- 52
- 53
- 54
- 55
- 56
- 57
- 58
- 59
- 60
- 61
- 62
- 63
- 64
- 65
- 66
- 67
- 68
- 69
- 70
- 71
- 72
- 73
- 74
- 75
- 76
- 77
- 78
- 79
- 80
- 81
- 82
- 83
- 84
- 85
- 86
- 87
- 88
- 89
- 90
- 91
- 92
- 93
- 94
- 95
- 96
- 97
- 98
- 99
- 100
- 101
- 102
- 103
- 104
- 105
- 106
- 107
- 108
- 109
- 110
- 111
- 112
- 113
- 114
- 115
- 116
- 117
- 118
- 119
- 120
- 121
- 122
- 123
- 124
- 125
- 126
- 127
- 128
- 129
- 130
- 131
- 132
- 133
- 134
- 135
- 136
- 137
- 138
- 139
- 140
- 141
- 142
- 143
- 144
- 145
- 146
- 147
- 148
- 149
- 150
- 151
- 152
- 153
- 154
- 155
- 156
- 157
- 158
- 159
- 160
- 161
- 162
- 163
- 164
- 165
- 166
- 167
- 168
- 169
- 170
- 171
- 172
- 173
- 174
- 175
- 176
- 177
- 178
- 179
- 180
- 181
- 182
- 183
- 184
- 185
- 186
- 187
- 188
- 189
- 190
- 191
- 192
- 193
- 194
- 195
- 196
- 197
- 198
- 199
- »
Page 93 of 199