[Alucard's hand stays where it is. He hates this. Hates how his chest freezes at the hand over his. Wants to withdraw and curl up, dragging his cloak over him and simply resting so he can help this wound heal faster. But no, the Belmont takes his sweet time thinking of him like a normal human, and Alucard nearly screams for him to just get on with it.
But there's only ever silence. Only ever holding his breath when Trevor's fingers touch the wound, and then, thank God, it's done.
Almost instantly, Alucard works to put as much distance between himself and Trevor was the wagon will allow for. Grab his cloak and pulls it tightly around himself, warm armor against the cold and the terror of having a butcher of vampires attend to a wound.]
Yes.
[He puts the needle away. That's all he does, before trying to make himself small.]
Now go inside and go to bed with her. There's only a few hours until morning anyway.
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But there's only ever silence. Only ever holding his breath when Trevor's fingers touch the wound, and then, thank God, it's done.
Almost instantly, Alucard works to put as much distance between himself and Trevor was the wagon will allow for. Grab his cloak and pulls it tightly around himself, warm armor against the cold and the terror of having a butcher of vampires attend to a wound.]
Yes.
[He puts the needle away. That's all he does, before trying to make himself small.]
Now go inside and go to bed with her. There's only a few hours until morning anyway.