Alucard rarely uses magic, but he's not convinced that that isn't what those words mumbled against his chest are. They make his mind slow, his eyelids heavy. His body tired in the good way. He doesn't fully untangle from Alucard even as they change. Even if that makes the process difficult.
And when they are changed he lies next to Alucard. The blanket he pulls over them is cool and crisp, the way clean sheets are on a summer evening, but with the weight of something warmer and enchanted to stay that way through the night. He rests a hand on Alucard's cheek, moving close to kiss him. ]
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[ Never.
Alucard rarely uses magic, but he's not convinced that that isn't what those words mumbled against his chest are. They make his mind slow, his eyelids heavy. His body tired in the good way. He doesn't fully untangle from Alucard even as they change. Even if that makes the process difficult.
And when they are changed he lies next to Alucard. The blanket he pulls over them is cool and crisp, the way clean sheets are on a summer evening, but with the weight of something warmer and enchanted to stay that way through the night. He rests a hand on Alucard's cheek, moving close to kiss him. ]