[He'll probably return having failed, if he returns at all. It's a quiet consideration all of the have made, and it's one that is loathed. Alucard knows it, Trevor knows it, and Dracula has also considered it even as he puts up all the bluster in the world to pretend otherwise.
Alucard lingers. Presses one last kiss to Trevor's head, hand stroking Trevor's shoulder softly, then lets go.]
Thank you. I'll wash them later. Give me something to do.
[Something to distract.
Alucard does withdraw. He knows what is appropriate for the occasion, and he goes about finding all the right components. Black trousers. A fur lined cloak that reflects no light. A long sleeved shirt in a dark grey to stay warm. Gloves. That stupid crown. Riding boots.
When he finishes - and his hair is down - he looks as somber and as composed as the situation demands he be. An ice cold prince doing as duty demands of him and no more.
The crown is the last thing he places on. Alucard hates it.]
no subject
Alucard lingers. Presses one last kiss to Trevor's head, hand stroking Trevor's shoulder softly, then lets go.]
Thank you. I'll wash them later. Give me something to do.
[Something to distract.
Alucard does withdraw. He knows what is appropriate for the occasion, and he goes about finding all the right components. Black trousers. A fur lined cloak that reflects no light. A long sleeved shirt in a dark grey to stay warm. Gloves. That stupid crown. Riding boots.
When he finishes - and his hair is down - he looks as somber and as composed as the situation demands he be. An ice cold prince doing as duty demands of him and no more.
The crown is the last thing he places on. Alucard hates it.]