[ He breathes in when he feels cool breath on his neck, then holds it as Alucard licks. It's only when the teeth pierce skin that he releases it with a long, soft sound. He's still, he's so, so still, but his heart is hammering in his chest with a force that feels bruising. The pulsing of his blood in his ears is the loudest thing in the room, and he can feel as it moves downward.
And he can feel his mind becoming lighter. Not from blood loss, and not from blood relocating to other body parts. But from this, from being something useful and important so effortlessly. He doesn't have to think. He doesn't have to fight. He just has to be here, be here and bleed, and that's enough.
He's enough. And usually he doesn't believe that until at least four drinks in. ]
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And he can feel his mind becoming lighter. Not from blood loss, and not from blood relocating to other body parts. But from this, from being something useful and important so effortlessly. He doesn't have to think. He doesn't have to fight. He just has to be here, be here and bleed, and that's enough.
He's enough. And usually he doesn't believe that until at least four drinks in. ]
Love you. More than anything.