[Alucard lets himself be led, and it's against his instinct. Not for any sort of posturing, but because after so many dreams, all he wants is to wrap around the other two and smother them with affection. He knows what the terms were, what they've agreed to. It's so much to accept in an instant, and the only thing he can do is murmur soft platitudes.
The space is so very warm, warm like them, warm like their embrace. Once inside though, Alucard simply settles down on the furs, looking up at the two expectingly.]
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The space is so very warm, warm like them, warm like their embrace. Once inside though, Alucard simply settles down on the furs, looking up at the two expectingly.]
Are they all so lavishly decorated?
[His eyes go to the silks, then back to them.]