[ He tries not to think about the warmth and roughness of their hands. Or- he tries not to think too deeply about it in the wrong ways. In the right ways, the way their hands scrape slightly against his skin, the way their warmth sinks into him and becomes part of him, it's perfect. ]
Maybe you need to make sure you leave me with better things to think about.
[ His shoulders sink in contentment when Alucard leans into him.
The doors in the hold are strange things. In truth, the Trantoul estate is still back in some forgotten, time-locked part of the french countryside. But since they managed to reactivate this one, it leads there. There are others, locked in ways that they havn't quite figured out yet. They don't matter. It takes them where they need to be, and it isn't long until they're at the room they share. He leads Alucard in, taking the offered hand in both of his own. ]
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Maybe you need to make sure you leave me with better things to think about.
[ His shoulders sink in contentment when Alucard leans into him.
The doors in the hold are strange things. In truth, the Trantoul estate is still back in some forgotten, time-locked part of the french countryside. But since they managed to reactivate this one, it leads there. There are others, locked in ways that they havn't quite figured out yet. They don't matter. It takes them where they need to be, and it isn't long until they're at the room they share. He leads Alucard in, taking the offered hand in both of his own. ]
And you're ready?