[Dhampirs don't need invitations to enter homes. But they do need invitations to be on other people's laps, and so Trevor's gestures forward sends the vampire right over to settle in against him.
And here, Alucard can actually do what he wanted to in the cab. His face is pressed into Trevor's chest, oh yes, but the rest of him simply curls up on Trevor's lap, trying to be as small as possible to fit in the space. It takes a lot of effort, but oh, he manages to tuck his knees in, make himself so very small, and simply be.
His arms wrap around Trevor's middle, squeezing gently. And here? Now? With music playing and the lights dimmed?
This is perfection.
The sigh that follows is the vampire at his happiest. Most spoiled. His best, and everything about him just feels aglow with affection and adoration for the Belmont. With Alucard's face mushed into Trevor's chest, he can't hear or even see the dhampir mouthing the words I love you against his shirt fabric, but Alucard does it all the same.]
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And here, Alucard can actually do what he wanted to in the cab. His face is pressed into Trevor's chest, oh yes, but the rest of him simply curls up on Trevor's lap, trying to be as small as possible to fit in the space. It takes a lot of effort, but oh, he manages to tuck his knees in, make himself so very small, and simply be.
His arms wrap around Trevor's middle, squeezing gently. And here? Now? With music playing and the lights dimmed?
This is perfection.
The sigh that follows is the vampire at his happiest. Most spoiled. His best, and everything about him just feels aglow with affection and adoration for the Belmont. With Alucard's face mushed into Trevor's chest, he can't hear or even see the dhampir mouthing the words I love you against his shirt fabric, but Alucard does it all the same.]