[Alucard has long since learned to watch Trevor from the outside when it came to feeding. The first time was a new thing he didn't understand, but since then? Since then he can read so much. He can tell when Trevor is overwhelmed and it'll be hard for him to withdraw. It's obvious when Trevor is processing, and crystal clear when he's taken enough to sharpen his senses without being overwhelmed by them.
Throughout all of it, Alucard strokes his hair. It's a comfort, like the blankets are. He takes such pleasure in having soft, warm (okay not warm in Trevor's case) things around him, never tiring of their novelty. The estate would be so easy to settle into for a lifetime, and there are days when Alucard wants that. He likes when the sharp angles of his bones are just a little bit more hidden. When he feels like he's eaten enough for a week. It's a place of refuge, and he'll never be denied access to it. That's a lot to suddenly have.
When Trevor picks his head up, Alucard's face is soft and almost maidenly. But oh. Those words.]
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Throughout all of it, Alucard strokes his hair. It's a comfort, like the blankets are. He takes such pleasure in having soft, warm (okay not warm in Trevor's case) things around him, never tiring of their novelty. The estate would be so easy to settle into for a lifetime, and there are days when Alucard wants that. He likes when the sharp angles of his bones are just a little bit more hidden. When he feels like he's eaten enough for a week. It's a place of refuge, and he'll never be denied access to it. That's a lot to suddenly have.
When Trevor picks his head up, Alucard's face is soft and almost maidenly. But oh. Those words.]
I love you too.