[ There’s a pinch, one that increases in intensity until he has to keep himself from reaching up to his shoulder. Then the skin breaks, and that’s relatively painless. Much more painless than using his own teeth or a scalpel would be, only a little less comfortable than using the needle.
But then, with the needle Alucard’s tongue wouldn’t be lapping at the cuts, cool and soft and soothing. Nobody would be holding on to him, anchoring him in place.
He doesn’t move. And though he can feel the ghost of terror rising in him, telling him that this is wrong, horrifying, that the hair falling onto his shoulder is straight and silver-
-he doesn’t move. He doesn’t move and it grows easier the longer it goes on. ]
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But then, with the needle Alucard’s tongue wouldn’t be lapping at the cuts, cool and soft and soothing. Nobody would be holding on to him, anchoring him in place.
He doesn’t move. And though he can feel the ghost of terror rising in him, telling him that this is wrong, horrifying, that the hair falling onto his shoulder is straight and silver-
-he doesn’t move. He doesn’t move and it grows easier the longer it goes on. ]