[Alucard’s fingers run over the wings with a measured care. He knows how to touch them now, how to not only care for the things but maintain them so that no part of their sheen comes off under his touch. He’s so, so careful, like this is some kind of sacred act.
Fuck it. It is a sacred act, and eventually Alucard’s fingers reach the tip of the wing, then trail right back. They move from wing to shoulder, and then to stroke down Trevor’s cheek. It’s a gesture to draw him closer, and kiss him again.]
Shut up. [He’s impossibly warm and fond as he says it.] You’re radiant.
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Fuck it. It is a sacred act, and eventually Alucard’s fingers reach the tip of the wing, then trail right back. They move from wing to shoulder, and then to stroke down Trevor’s cheek. It’s a gesture to draw him closer, and kiss him again.]
Shut up. [He’s impossibly warm and fond as he says it.] You’re radiant.