[It's the strangest waiting game Alucard's ever played with Trevor. And yet by the end of it, Alucard can't say he minds. Oh, yes, the angle is weird as hell, but the rest? He can't lie the rest is lovely.
So Alucard uses one hand to pat Trevor's forearm, soft and reassuring but saying nothing for the moment. That would ruin the experiment.]
[ It's- yes. This is correct. And perhaps why he needs to be physically larger in order to feel like he's doing a better job of doing protecting should be something he examines at some point. But for now what matters is that this feels correct. This feels like Alucard throwing himself into danger is not, in fact, a sound strategy. Like he can protect him.
He feels safe. ]
This- this okay?
[ It doesn't matter if this makes him feel safe if it isn't, after all. ]
[ He pulls a chair over, sitting and returning to eye-level with Alucard. It's- a little disappointing to be back like this, but only a little. He reaches out a hand, touching the side of his face. ]
You don't need to be kept safe. But you deserve it. Deserve more than you'd ever accept.
[ He switches seats to be next to Alucard instead of across from him, then reaches over to pull him downward to lean against his chest. It's still a little awkward, but it can be fine-tuned later. ]
Like this?
[ Look at him skillfully dodging that second statement. ]
[ It takes him a little while to let go, but eventually he manages. This time, though, he doesn't move away. He just leans in, downward, low enough to hook an arm under Alucard's legs. Then enough around his shoulders. And he stands, lifting Alucard like he's some sort of swooning princess.
[It's a little doubtful, but in a way that's kind. All the doubt is pressed against Trevor's chest, and Alucard's eyes are almost closed when--
--nope. Trevor's hefting him up, and yes. It's silly. But it's such a warm and loving gesture that all Alucard really can do is readjust against Trevor's chest, resting one hand atop it and wrapping the other around his back.]
[Alucard considers this. Nuzzles against Trevor's neck, because this is just perfect an angle for doing that. One hand moves up, stroking through Trevor's hair.]
I don't know about her, but I'll be happy to pay that tax.
[ And maybe he pulls Alucard a little too tight, but that kind of thing doesn't matter as much as it does with Sypha. It's hard to physically hurt Alucard without trying to, after all. He sits again, arranging Alucard in his lap, humming contentedly at the feel of fingers curling through his hair. ]
Be careful if you do that shit, okay? If anything happened because I fucked up and needed help- No. That's a bad line of thinking. [ He shakes his head, trying to word it in a way that's more appropriate for sitting like this. ] -the two of you are the best thing to happen to me in a long time, and you're not exactly replaceable.
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So Alucard uses one hand to pat Trevor's forearm, soft and reassuring but saying nothing for the moment. That would ruin the experiment.]
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He feels safe. ]
This- this okay?
[ It doesn't matter if this makes him feel safe if it isn't, after all. ]
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[He says it softly, with a laugh threaded under the statement.]
Sit down? The rest is perfectly fine.
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You don't need to be kept safe. But you deserve it. Deserve more than you'd ever accept.
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[So maybe he's a little disappointed to be let go of, in spite of Trevor's tenderness. (Which draws a soft sigh out of the dhampir all the same.)]
But you do too.
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[ He switches seats to be next to Alucard instead of across from him, then reaches over to pull him downward to lean against his chest. It's still a little awkward, but it can be fine-tuned later. ]
Like this?
[ Look at him skillfully dodging that second statement. ]
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I think this is fine.
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Good. This is- this is nice.
[ And it is. It's stupid, to want Alucard to be something delicate that he can look after, but it's nice, if only for a little while. ]
Can I try something else?
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Just being held at all is nice.]
Mmm, what is it?
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[ It takes him a little while to let go, but eventually he manages. This time, though, he doesn't move away. He just leans in, downward, low enough to hook an arm under Alucard's legs. Then enough around his shoulders. And he stands, lifting Alucard like he's some sort of swooning princess.
It's stupid, but it feels right. ]
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[It's a little doubtful, but in a way that's kind. All the doubt is pressed against Trevor's chest, and Alucard's eyes are almost closed when--
--nope. Trevor's hefting him up, and yes. It's silly. But it's such a warm and loving gesture that all Alucard really can do is readjust against Trevor's chest, resting one hand atop it and wrapping the other around his back.]
And where do you intend to take me?
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But it doesn't follow. He just pulls Alucard tightly to himself. ]
Maybe I just want to stay here, like this.
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[Alucard nuzzles against Trevor's chest for a moment, cool breath against soft fabric]
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[ He gives it a little thought, then grins. ]
No walking for the rest of the day. Or floating. You want to go anywhere, you have to tell me to carry you.
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[ And he shifts so he can't kiss Alucard again, but he can pull him tightly against him. ]
Any time you do something stupid to protect me, this is what's going to happen. It's- I don't fucking know. A danger tax.
[ Easier to word it that way than to say it's a stupid, playful way for him to work through whatever emotions he ends up having about this. ]
Same rules for Sypha. You try to play hero, no walking allowed for the next day. Except for the bathroom.
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I don't know about her, but I'll be happy to pay that tax.
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[ And maybe he pulls Alucard a little too tight, but that kind of thing doesn't matter as much as it does with Sypha. It's hard to physically hurt Alucard without trying to, after all. He sits again, arranging Alucard in his lap, humming contentedly at the feel of fingers curling through his hair. ]
Be careful if you do that shit, okay? If anything happened because I fucked up and needed help- No. That's a bad line of thinking. [ He shakes his head, trying to word it in a way that's more appropriate for sitting like this. ] -the two of you are the best thing to happen to me in a long time, and you're not exactly replaceable.
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He keeps his fingers moving through Trevor's hair, slow and careful and so very thoughtful as Trevor dares to share just a little bit more.]
I'll be careful so long as you are as well. The lack of replace-ability cuts both ways, Trevor.