[Holding his damned nose. Absolutely no one has the right to be as equally alluring and adorable as Adrian, and yet...
The dhampir keeps his soaps in a convenient and ostentatious silver rack by the side of this tub. Trevor's simply grateful he can reach it without overly disturbing the pile of relaxed dhampir in his lap. He measures out what he deems to be an appropriate amount -- liberal, given the sheer volume of Adrian's hair -- and carefully combs the shampoo through that mass of gold.]
Much.
[And, granted, Trevor isn't always the best judge of signals. He would like to think he knows Adrian well enough by now, that he could tell if this attention were unwelcome, but he's been burned by that assumption two times too many. So even though his hands are both buried in Adrian's hair, his fingers massaging gently at the dhampir's scalp and gingerly pulling the shampoo through, he still mumbles in Adrian's ear:]
Just let me know if you want more. Or less.
[You know I can get overzealous. That's the unspoken implication.]
[Alucard's hair products usually smell of something light, his preference erring towards sandalwood and citrus. Light, not quiet floral but edging to it. It compliments a much more natural scent that is closer to that of fresh dirt that has been rained upon, and in that, well, it doesn't matter why the combination works. It simply does.
So sandalwood fills the room now, and Alucard exhales contently as it does so.]
I will.
[He probably won't, because the minute Trevor's hands meet Alucard's hair, he's gone. Boneless and happy and relaxed. Trevor's plan has already achieved it's goal, and the man has done almost nothing but touch the dhampir's head.
His eyes close, focusing only on the sensation of touch as Trevor's fingers go over and over his scalp. Soothe over spots that still carry stress, make the vampire feel like some weight really has been lifted.]
[That's high praise from Adrian if Trevor's ever heard it, so he'll take that statement as his goal achieved. Not that they'd been such lofty goals from the start, but it's good to know he's done something to ease Adrian's strain. Given Trevor's partially-responsible for said strain, it's probably the least he can do.
He remains diligent to his task, and say what one might about his lineage, he owes his single-mindedness to the Belmonts, if nothing else. It pays off at times. Like when he's patiently and carefully cupping clean water over Adrian's head, gently combing the shampoo from his hair with both hands.
It's one of Trevor's worst-kept secrets, but he's positively enamored with Adrian's scent. This scent, in particular. It plagues him at times. They'll be doing something completely innocuous -- fetching materials from the vault, or taking an evening stroll, or some-such -- and Trevor will catch a hint of it in Adrian's wake and become suddenly undone by the memories of when he's surrounded by it. And the dhampir wonders after Trevor's amorous moods... More often than not, he's driving Trevor mad with no awareness, without even trying.
It's a blissfully long while before Trevor's rinsed all the soap from Adrian's hair. Though a task completed is no permission for the dhampir too slip away. In fact, Trevor winds both arms around Adrian's waist to keep him well and truly present.]
Anything else you'd like me to wash?
[This asked, of course, with an unwholesome smirk.]
[At some point, time stops working properly. It is lost to relaxation, to finger pads rubbing against scalp, to Trevor's dedication unto a single task. The man's ability to focus has never been lost on Alucard, but it becomes more obvious in the intimate moments more often than not. Oh yes, Trevor's a work horse, but that doesn't require tenderness.
These moments do, and Alucard is so very literally awash in it.
More than that, Alucard is quiet. Still. He lets Trevor work, occasionally stretching out his own arms or legs under the water when the threat of cramps grow. But that is the only movement he makes, until it's time to rinse all that soap out of his hair and Trevor considers the task done.
He's grounded soon after, and Alucard's hands move to sit atop Trevor's. He can't see the smirk, but he suspects it is present.
All the more reason to ignore it.]
No. Just...[He sighs, besotted.] Just this. Please.
[Moments like this are quietly sacred. They demand nothing -- Adrian demands nothing -- and yet they mean everything. Once upon a time, Trevor questioned it, wondered why this happened, how they came to be like this, and more to the point, what was driving Adrian and Sypha to put up with him in the first place. Not anymore. He's decided to stop grappling with the reasons; their connection, their love, is like the geometry of the stars. If he tried to pick apart the logistics, it would drive him mad. He's happier simply enjoying it for the beauty it is.
And hell if he knows how to talk about his own emotions, but showing them? The hands slowly moving behind Adrian, to carefully work slow circles through his low back? The soft kisses that occasionally land on Adrian's temple or neck? All surer proclamation than words could ever be.]
[Silence and soft gestures are far easier for the dhampir to respond to, mostly because it is a language that he also speaks. Sypha is a Speaker and words are her domain, but he and Trevor have no such birthrite. It is easier to communicate through touches. Being held and kissed, having the quiet surrounding them and the fact it can be quiet, comfortable, and lovely.
A soft, happy sigh comes in response from Trevor's fingers against Alucard's back. But it is the kisses that make him happiest, and Alucard tries to kiss back. The angle is hard, but every so often, he catches Trevor's lips against his. Just for a moment. And a moment is perfect.]
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The dhampir keeps his soaps in a convenient and ostentatious silver rack by the side of this tub. Trevor's simply grateful he can reach it without overly disturbing the pile of relaxed dhampir in his lap. He measures out what he deems to be an appropriate amount -- liberal, given the sheer volume of Adrian's hair -- and carefully combs the shampoo through that mass of gold.]
Much.
[And, granted, Trevor isn't always the best judge of signals. He would like to think he knows Adrian well enough by now, that he could tell if this attention were unwelcome, but he's been burned by that assumption two times too many. So even though his hands are both buried in Adrian's hair, his fingers massaging gently at the dhampir's scalp and gingerly pulling the shampoo through, he still mumbles in Adrian's ear:]
Just let me know if you want more. Or less.
[You know I can get overzealous. That's the unspoken implication.]
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So sandalwood fills the room now, and Alucard exhales contently as it does so.]
I will.
[He probably won't, because the minute Trevor's hands meet Alucard's hair, he's gone. Boneless and happy and relaxed. Trevor's plan has already achieved it's goal, and the man has done almost nothing but touch the dhampir's head.
His eyes close, focusing only on the sensation of touch as Trevor's fingers go over and over his scalp. Soothe over spots that still carry stress, make the vampire feel like some weight really has been lifted.]
Lovely.
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He remains diligent to his task, and say what one might about his lineage, he owes his single-mindedness to the Belmonts, if nothing else. It pays off at times. Like when he's patiently and carefully cupping clean water over Adrian's head, gently combing the shampoo from his hair with both hands.
It's one of Trevor's worst-kept secrets, but he's positively enamored with Adrian's scent. This scent, in particular. It plagues him at times. They'll be doing something completely innocuous -- fetching materials from the vault, or taking an evening stroll, or some-such -- and Trevor will catch a hint of it in Adrian's wake and become suddenly undone by the memories of when he's surrounded by it. And the dhampir wonders after Trevor's amorous moods... More often than not, he's driving Trevor mad with no awareness, without even trying.
It's a blissfully long while before Trevor's rinsed all the soap from Adrian's hair. Though a task completed is no permission for the dhampir too slip away. In fact, Trevor winds both arms around Adrian's waist to keep him well and truly present.]
Anything else you'd like me to wash?
[This asked, of course, with an unwholesome smirk.]
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These moments do, and Alucard is so very literally awash in it.
More than that, Alucard is quiet. Still. He lets Trevor work, occasionally stretching out his own arms or legs under the water when the threat of cramps grow. But that is the only movement he makes, until it's time to rinse all that soap out of his hair and Trevor considers the task done.
He's grounded soon after, and Alucard's hands move to sit atop Trevor's. He can't see the smirk, but he suspects it is present.
All the more reason to ignore it.]
No. Just...[He sighs, besotted.] Just this. Please.
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[Moments like this are quietly sacred. They demand nothing -- Adrian demands nothing -- and yet they mean everything. Once upon a time, Trevor questioned it, wondered why this happened, how they came to be like this, and more to the point, what was driving Adrian and Sypha to put up with him in the first place. Not anymore. He's decided to stop grappling with the reasons; their connection, their love, is like the geometry of the stars. If he tried to pick apart the logistics, it would drive him mad. He's happier simply enjoying it for the beauty it is.
And hell if he knows how to talk about his own emotions, but showing them? The hands slowly moving behind Adrian, to carefully work slow circles through his low back? The soft kisses that occasionally land on Adrian's temple or neck? All surer proclamation than words could ever be.]
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[Silence and soft gestures are far easier for the dhampir to respond to, mostly because it is a language that he also speaks. Sypha is a Speaker and words are her domain, but he and Trevor have no such birthrite. It is easier to communicate through touches. Being held and kissed, having the quiet surrounding them and the fact it can be quiet, comfortable, and lovely.
A soft, happy sigh comes in response from Trevor's fingers against Alucard's back. But it is the kisses that make him happiest, and Alucard tries to kiss back. The angle is hard, but every so often, he catches Trevor's lips against his. Just for a moment. And a moment is perfect.]