[There's a soft sigh of contentment at the response. He can't see Trevor's face right now, but he can feel the warmth. It's radiating off his Belmont still, like a sun at the height of spring.]
Good. [He pauses, and with a little more conviction, says it again.] Good.
[And maybe that's all it needs to be. This night, the heightened romance of it, it may not have been the first version of it Trevor thought of when he laid eyes on the vampire, but it has happened. They've absconded from the world into a safe little corner, tucked away, whole and complete and capable of overwhelming the other. Alucard's let go of every hesitation he might've had, and this is the result.
He's able to squeeze Trevor. Just a little. Just enough to show that he's there, and that's all Alucard has in him. He is someplace warm and safe. He is loved. He's adored and protected and he's admitted how badly he wants and enjoys that fact.
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Good. [He pauses, and with a little more conviction, says it again.] Good.
[And maybe that's all it needs to be. This night, the heightened romance of it, it may not have been the first version of it Trevor thought of when he laid eyes on the vampire, but it has happened. They've absconded from the world into a safe little corner, tucked away, whole and complete and capable of overwhelming the other. Alucard's let go of every hesitation he might've had, and this is the result.
He's able to squeeze Trevor. Just a little. Just enough to show that he's there, and that's all Alucard has in him. He is someplace warm and safe. He is loved. He's adored and protected and he's admitted how badly he wants and enjoys that fact.
He is happy.]