[Alucard falls into a content, companionable silence for the rest of the ride, his fingers still laced with Trevor's. It's Trevor's window that he looks out of the entire ride, eyes carefully clocking the streets of Bucharest as they fly past. He knows the city well (he has to, he lives here, he's doing his damn masters here, he does volunteer hours for the arms and armory department in one of the museums), and all of that means that Alucard has a fair idea of at least the district they're heading towards.
The car jostles every so often, causing the beads of Alucard's jacket to brush against Trevor's wrist. There's an apologetic look every time, and Alucard vows that on the way back, he'll just take the middle seat and lean against Trevor the entire time.
There's no protest when they arrive and Alucard is told to wait to get out of the car. He's practically cheering for the statement, as silly and ridiculous as it sounds. This is a date in every way that matters, and he could practically scream from the joy of it all. He's made a promise to himself not to question what has spurred Trevor to acting like this. It's happened. Alucard's happy enough for that.
He takes Trevor's arm when it's offered, aware that the ground beneath their feet are cobblestones placed for elegance and the city's more touristy old world feel. Doesn't matter. It's right for this moment. Right for walking up to the front doors of an all too fancy and expensive restaurant with his boyfriend, the two of them looking far better than they have any right to.
There's a moment when Alucard leans in, right as the doorman opens the door for them both.]
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The car jostles every so often, causing the beads of Alucard's jacket to brush against Trevor's wrist. There's an apologetic look every time, and Alucard vows that on the way back, he'll just take the middle seat and lean against Trevor the entire time.
There's no protest when they arrive and Alucard is told to wait to get out of the car. He's practically cheering for the statement, as silly and ridiculous as it sounds. This is a date in every way that matters, and he could practically scream from the joy of it all. He's made a promise to himself not to question what has spurred Trevor to acting like this. It's happened. Alucard's happy enough for that.
He takes Trevor's arm when it's offered, aware that the ground beneath their feet are cobblestones placed for elegance and the city's more touristy old world feel. Doesn't matter. It's right for this moment. Right for walking up to the front doors of an all too fancy and expensive restaurant with his boyfriend, the two of them looking far better than they have any right to.
There's a moment when Alucard leans in, right as the doorman opens the door for them both.]
Thank you.