[ He kisses back, for maybe a millisecond. And it's nice. Something tiny and precious and so, so far beyond what he ever thought he'd ever have.
Nothing changes, and everything changes. It feels like the world's shifted, somehow, like everything's subtly different. But the spell isn't broken, not like it should be. The stone of the vines that lance through him, at least, ought to be gone. It isn't. That curse ought to be broken by love and yet it isn't.
He doesn't care. He'll be stone once again at dawn, but this is enough. He doesn't' move away when the kiss is broken, just speaks with his face against Alucard's. It makes the whole thing feel secret, even in a place where they're always alone. Conspiratorial. Theirs. ]
I trust you. I still don't like this, I don't know what you're going to find. But I trust you.
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Nothing changes, and everything changes. It feels like the world's shifted, somehow, like everything's subtly different. But the spell isn't broken, not like it should be. The stone of the vines that lance through him, at least, ought to be gone. It isn't. That curse ought to be broken by love and yet it isn't.
He doesn't care. He'll be stone once again at dawn, but this is enough. He doesn't' move away when the kiss is broken, just speaks with his face against Alucard's. It makes the whole thing feel secret, even in a place where they're always alone. Conspiratorial. Theirs. ]
I trust you. I still don't like this, I don't know what you're going to find. But I trust you.