(Which is to say that the castle will direct them where they need to be.
It is a sitting room attached to Alucard's royal suite. The one with overly
plush sofas and a roaring fire. It is there that Alucard parks them both.
Drags Trevor into his arms and stays there.)
Mmmm.
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[ And so he's here. Half sitting, half leaning against Alucard. And he's happy. Really, truly happy. Still scared, still a little ashamed, partly infuriated that it was that easy. But mostly, happy. He's missed this. Missed the contact. Missed Alucard's own contentedness about it.
He's still certain that staying away would have been the right thing to do. But being here in Alucard's presence, knowing for sure that he's happy, presents a convincing argument. Or maybe it's just nice enough that it's hard to care that it isn't the right thing. ]
You'll tell me. The second this isn't right. The second this is- disgusting. The second you don't want me here anymore. You'll tell me?
And I'll just- assume that you're happy for me to stay until you do.
Oh, I think we'll find all sorts of ways to be miserable. World is good at that shit.
[ He tugs the blanket a little tighter. Just like before. Just like before, just- moreso, maybe. In a few ways. Carefully, almost experimentally, he kisses Alucard's cheek. ]
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Somewhere warm.
(Which is to say that the castle will direct them where they need to be.
It is a sitting room attached to Alucard's royal suite. The one with overly plush sofas and a roaring fire. It is there that Alucard parks them both. Drags Trevor into his arms and stays there.)
Mmmm.
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He's still certain that staying away would have been the right thing to do. But being here in Alucard's presence, knowing for sure that he's happy, presents a convincing argument. Or maybe it's just nice enough that it's hard to care that it isn't the right thing. ]
You'll tell me. The second this isn't right. The second this is- disgusting. The second you don't want me here anymore. You'll tell me?
And I'll just- assume that you're happy for me to stay until you do.
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[He doesn't shush Trevor. He wants to, but this moment is so much more important.
With a wave of his fingers, a blanket floats over, wrapping around them both.]
But I have you. How can I be unhappy?
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[ He tugs the blanket a little tighter. Just like before. Just like before, just- moreso, maybe. In a few ways. Carefully, almost experimentally, he kisses Alucard's cheek. ]
Just not tonight.