[Part of Alucard sort of expected his shirt to be ripped off entirely. It would go with the overwhelming romantic angle of right now, the sense that he's been all but swept up and spirited away to another reality. One where it's just them. Them here, in this moment, and the outside world carries no weight.
He imagines he looks perfect like this. Trevor does, flushed and wanting and already ethereally beautiful by his basic nature of being a part of the fae. And here, now, that perfection's overwhelming.
The kiss is a relief. It means he doesn't have to have words, he doesn't have to focus on how his own heart is thundering. And oh. Oh fuck him the sincerity is too much.
I love you too.
[He returns the kiss. There's a chasteness to it that's so at odds with their nudity, how aroused they are, the heat radiating off them. But it is correct for the sentiment, and that is what matters.]
Always will.
[That's as much commitment they can ever give each other, isn't it? They have such long lives. Always has weight.]
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He imagines he looks perfect like this. Trevor does, flushed and wanting and already ethereally beautiful by his basic nature of being a part of the fae. And here, now, that perfection's overwhelming.
The kiss is a relief. It means he doesn't have to have words, he doesn't have to focus on how his own heart is thundering. And oh. Oh fuck him the sincerity is too much.
I love you too.
[He returns the kiss. There's a chasteness to it that's so at odds with their nudity, how aroused they are, the heat radiating off them. But it is correct for the sentiment, and that is what matters.]
Always will.
[That's as much commitment they can ever give each other, isn't it? They have such long lives. Always has weight.]