[Alucard's practically a dead weight when Trevor starts to shift them around. He's so happy to allow it, and even happier to be put down into the pile of cushions.
They're settled soon enough, and once Trevor lies back down, Alucard's hand is on his hip, resting there. It's feather light, no possessiveness as there might be normally. He's in no mood for that, only for the tenderness.
When Trevor tucks the lilac back into his hair, Alucard actually blushes. He then takes his other hand and runs it through Trevor's hair.]
Yes.
[He leans his cheek against Trevor's other hand, wanting to lean against that palm. To be held all too tenderly.]
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They're settled soon enough, and once Trevor lies back down, Alucard's hand is on his hip, resting there. It's feather light, no possessiveness as there might be normally. He's in no mood for that, only for the tenderness.
When Trevor tucks the lilac back into his hair, Alucard actually blushes. He then takes his other hand and runs it through Trevor's hair.]
Yes.
[He leans his cheek against Trevor's other hand, wanting to lean against that palm. To be held all too tenderly.]
I love you.