[One of the side effects of this place? That Alucard's skin keeps it's bruises. On his neck is a wonderful red mark in the shape of Trevor's bites, blossoming into something that might actually stick.
There's an instinct to brush Trevor's wings with his fingertips like this, and so Alucard does. The texture of them never gets old. It never will.]
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There's an instinct to brush Trevor's wings with his fingertips like this, and so Alucard does. The texture of them never gets old. It never will.]
I would never.
[Not now, at least.]
S'beautiful.