[It's a comfortable silence, the kind of thing that comes easy after so much time spent together. There's no need to fill the space with words - there can be joy found in quiet and in simply being.
Alucard focuses his own eyes with the way colors move across the space they're in, how the light softens then intensifies them with the change of the sun's pattern. He doesn't expect it to set fully, but the sky is ablaze above them and it makes everything that much more intense.
But no. There are stars, and Alucard's pulled onto his back so he can look too.
Except it isn't just stars. There's galaxies he can pick out with his much too good eye sight, he can make out one or two of the planets, and everything is perfect. The scent of lilac is still heavy in the air, and all that Alucard does in terms of movement is bring Trevor's hand up to his mouth and gently brush his lips over the knuckles.]
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Alucard focuses his own eyes with the way colors move across the space they're in, how the light softens then intensifies them with the change of the sun's pattern. He doesn't expect it to set fully, but the sky is ablaze above them and it makes everything that much more intense.
But no. There are stars, and Alucard's pulled onto his back so he can look too.
Except it isn't just stars. There's galaxies he can pick out with his much too good eye sight, he can make out one or two of the planets, and everything is perfect. The scent of lilac is still heavy in the air, and all that Alucard does in terms of movement is bring Trevor's hand up to his mouth and gently brush his lips over the knuckles.]
This is perfect.