[Alucard shakes his head, finishing the sentence by mushing his face into Trevor's chest entirely. It's easier that way, blocking everything out. The silk helps too, the coolness of it bringing the vampire a little ways back to himself. Admittedly, he can't tell if the thing covering him is a blanket or Trevor's wings. Doesn't matter.
[ The question catches him off guard, and for a moment he just blinks at Alucard in confusion. He thought he’d been more than clear about just how much he was enjoying himself.
Then the confusion softens into warmth, warmth because Alucard is like this. Always determined to see the both of them well and happy. He lifts one of the fallen lilacs, and returns it to Alucard’s hair, tucking another behind his own ear. Matching. ]
Everything. Everything I ever wanted. More than I could have thought of wanting.
[There's a soft sigh of contentment at the response. He can't see Trevor's face right now, but he can feel the warmth. It's radiating off his Belmont still, like a sun at the height of spring.]
Good. [He pauses, and with a little more conviction, says it again.] Good.
[And maybe that's all it needs to be. This night, the heightened romance of it, it may not have been the first version of it Trevor thought of when he laid eyes on the vampire, but it has happened. They've absconded from the world into a safe little corner, tucked away, whole and complete and capable of overwhelming the other. Alucard's let go of every hesitation he might've had, and this is the result.
He's able to squeeze Trevor. Just a little. Just enough to show that he's there, and that's all Alucard has in him. He is someplace warm and safe. He is loved. He's adored and protected and he's admitted how badly he wants and enjoys that fact.
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Sleepy?
[ Fair enough. He pulls a thin blanket over Alucard's shoulders. Hopefully the silk won't be too much sensation. ]
A very, very late morning.
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[Alucard shakes his head, finishing the sentence by mushing his face into Trevor's chest entirely. It's easier that way, blocking everything out. The silk helps too, the coolness of it bringing the vampire a little ways back to himself. Admittedly, he can't tell if the thing covering him is a blanket or Trevor's wings. Doesn't matter.
And with that, a question.]
Was it what you wanted?
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Then the confusion softens into warmth, warmth because Alucard is like this. Always determined to see the both of them well and happy. He lifts one of the fallen lilacs, and returns it to Alucard’s hair, tucking another behind his own ear. Matching. ]
Everything. Everything I ever wanted. More than I could have thought of wanting.
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Good. [He pauses, and with a little more conviction, says it again.] Good.
[And maybe that's all it needs to be. This night, the heightened romance of it, it may not have been the first version of it Trevor thought of when he laid eyes on the vampire, but it has happened. They've absconded from the world into a safe little corner, tucked away, whole and complete and capable of overwhelming the other. Alucard's let go of every hesitation he might've had, and this is the result.
He's able to squeeze Trevor. Just a little. Just enough to show that he's there, and that's all Alucard has in him. He is someplace warm and safe. He is loved. He's adored and protected and he's admitted how badly he wants and enjoys that fact.
He is happy.]