[Trevor says good and it feels like progress. When Alucard relays the exchange with Sypha, she'll narrow her eyes and then throw her hands to the air, frustrated by the fact that unfortunately, Alucard is right. For them, it is progress, even if to the rest of the world it is utter nonsense that has no business wearing such a title.
But then the conversation will go to that far too long stretch of time between Trevor's leaving the room and returning with water, and they'll sit and worry for hours. That much is so very normal for them both. Trevor's bad moods are not the easiest thing to understand. (Well, the root causes of them are, but the current complexity that sets any particular one off is the challenge.)
Alucard doesn't change the pace of his hands or shift his weight or do anything to disturb the fragile balance of the moment. He doesn't even make a noise, because that would move the focus from Trevor to himself, and that is not where attention needs to be at this moment in time.
Eventually, Alucard nudes Trevor with a gentle knee.]
Better?
[The last words exchanged between them make it sound plausible that this is a follow up question that statement, rather than checking in on Trevor's mental well being.]
[Had Trevor not been two seconds from dozing, Adrian might have gotten more than a vague grunt in response. Yes, perhaps. No, but I'm getting there, maybe. Probably not You make me better and I'm better for having known you, but the sentiment is there somewhere. Part of Trevor wishes it were as easy to say as it was to think, but if emotional constipation were an Olympic event, Adrian and Trevor would be vying for gold, so--
So it's nothing more than a grunt, at least audibly. But Trevor noses Adrian's hair and presses a lingering kiss to the crown of his head. It's almost shockingly tender and affectionate, but he doubts he'll hear any complaints. Not when most of their more physical encounters involve a good deal of shoving and grabbing on Trevor's part.
And it might be the drowsiness or it might be just how comfortable this all is, but Trevor's lips are suddenly loose, and his voice is a soothing rumble when he murmurs:]
'Something' is good. [Punctuated by a kiss to Adrian's temple.] I'll take 'something.'
[There's a secret that Sypha's figured out, but Trevor hasn't. Not yet, not really, not in any meaningful way. Show the dhampir real, soft, romantic type affection and he practically melts. He's grown up around parents whose own romance is practically stomach churningly sweet, and so to be in a relationship is lean against each other. To mutter stupid terms of endearment, for arguments to be over the little things like Lisa just because the lab equipment is broken you can't use the microwave for chemicals, I said give me ten minutes. Being closer to that makes Alucard happy. Full stop.
That first lingering kiss gets a soft noise of contentment. One that is followed by Alucard closing his eyes and breathing out in a sigh that might be better from a fair maiden threatening to swoon. But it's the next part that makes Alucard weak at the knees (and thank God that he's seated.)
Those words and that kiss. That's more than he's dared to hope for with Trevor. And here it is, raw and as vulnerable as Trevor will allow for the time being. The trick is not to capitalize on it. To only let Trevor be, and to make sure that come morning, this can be built on.]
Mmmm. Agreed.
[The hand stroking through Trevor's hair slows though, and a yawn escapes the dhampir in spite of his best efforts.]
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But then the conversation will go to that far too long stretch of time between Trevor's leaving the room and returning with water, and they'll sit and worry for hours. That much is so very normal for them both. Trevor's bad moods are not the easiest thing to understand. (Well, the root causes of them are, but the current complexity that sets any particular one off is the challenge.)
Alucard doesn't change the pace of his hands or shift his weight or do anything to disturb the fragile balance of the moment. He doesn't even make a noise, because that would move the focus from Trevor to himself, and that is not where attention needs to be at this moment in time.
Eventually, Alucard nudes Trevor with a gentle knee.]
Better?
[The last words exchanged between them make it sound plausible that this is a follow up question that statement, rather than checking in on Trevor's mental well being.]
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So it's nothing more than a grunt, at least audibly. But Trevor noses Adrian's hair and presses a lingering kiss to the crown of his head. It's almost shockingly tender and affectionate, but he doubts he'll hear any complaints. Not when most of their more physical encounters involve a good deal of shoving and grabbing on Trevor's part.
And it might be the drowsiness or it might be just how comfortable this all is, but Trevor's lips are suddenly loose, and his voice is a soothing rumble when he murmurs:]
'Something' is good. [Punctuated by a kiss to Adrian's temple.] I'll take 'something.'
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That first lingering kiss gets a soft noise of contentment. One that is followed by Alucard closing his eyes and breathing out in a sigh that might be better from a fair maiden threatening to swoon. But it's the next part that makes Alucard weak at the knees (and thank God that he's seated.)
Those words and that kiss. That's more than he's dared to hope for with Trevor. And here it is, raw and as vulnerable as Trevor will allow for the time being. The trick is not to capitalize on it. To only let Trevor be, and to make sure that come morning, this can be built on.]
Mmmm. Agreed.
[The hand stroking through Trevor's hair slows though, and a yawn escapes the dhampir in spite of his best efforts.]
We should rest.