[There's no scars on his back. Not from Dracula. Not from the chains. It's unblemished, perfectly smooth. Soft. A well lived life, pampered and safe from hardship. A horrible contrast to the rest of the dhampir, and it makes him go still.]
[ He nudges Alucard’s head slightly so he can rest it against his shoulder. Out of kiss range. Sypha would warm her hands with magic before rubbing circles into his back like this, but Trevor can’t do that. He can just move his rough, callused hands over the only expanse of unmarked skin left on their vampire. ]
[Out of kiss range is okay by the dhampir. His head settles against Trevor's shoulder, eyes awake and staring up. Past Trevor, at the now dark sky. There's only a few rays of light remaining.
The little circles are....they're good. They're so good. There's a softer sigh than usual out of him for it.]
[ A little more pressure, until he can feel the muscle beneath the skin. He pushes at it softly, trying to imitate what Sypha does. He’s not entirely sure how she does it, only knows that it makes him feel like all his muscles were in the wrong places and like she’s moving them where they belong and putting him back in order, but he thinks this is about right.
The circles grow wider, spreading out across Alucard’s back. ]
Think you’re up to sleeping in the middle tonight?
[He goes a little slack the more Trevor rubs. It feels good. Soothing. A reminder that not every touch is going to be laced with bad intent, and for that he gets to a much softer place. Eyes closing, the drape of hair moving over his face and Alucard failing to fix it back to where it ought to be.
Mm. Another night of braving her icy feet. [ He digs his fingertips in, just slightly. Teasing. ] I’ll make you into my human shield one day, just you wait.
[ The circles grow outward until there’s no back left, then inward again. With his tree hand, he pulls the blanket back up around Alucard’s shoulders. Keeps that arm there, draped over him. Alucard’s right. He’s doing so, so well tonight already. More might be tempting fate. ]
[ God, that noise. It's one of the stupid little details he finds himself coming back to over and over. Like the way Sypha wiggles her toes when she's excited about something, or the soft little sighs Alucard makes when she helps him dry his hair. Like the soft muffled happy sounds she makes when eating food she likes, or the feeling of Alucard's hand hovering near his shoulder just before it touches. He swallows down a lump in his throat, tilting his head upward a little. ]
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The kiss is tentative.]
I can only do one. Not both--
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[ He nudges Alucard’s head slightly so he can rest it against his shoulder. Out of kiss range. Sypha would warm her hands with magic before rubbing circles into his back like this, but Trevor can’t do that. He can just move his rough, callused hands over the only expanse of unmarked skin left on their vampire. ]
Better?
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The little circles are....they're good. They're so good. There's a softer sigh than usual out of him for it.]
Yes. Please, keep going.
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[ A little more pressure, until he can feel the muscle beneath the skin. He pushes at it softly, trying to imitate what Sypha does. He’s not entirely sure how she does it, only knows that it makes him feel like all his muscles were in the wrong places and like she’s moving them where they belong and putting him back in order, but he thinks this is about right.
The circles grow wider, spreading out across Alucard’s back. ]
Think you’re up to sleeping in the middle tonight?
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This is good. Amazing for him even.]
I don't want to push our luck.
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[ The circles grow outward until there’s no back left, then inward again. With his tree hand, he pulls the blanket back up around Alucard’s shoulders. Keeps that arm there, draped over him. Alucard’s right. He’s doing so, so well tonight already. More might be tempting fate. ]
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[He can't laugh about being a shield. But he can make a soft, placated noise at the blanket.]
I'd be okay, if we did this again tomorrow.
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[ God, that noise. It's one of the stupid little details he finds himself coming back to over and over. Like the way Sypha wiggles her toes when she's excited about something, or the soft little sighs Alucard makes when she helps him dry his hair. Like the soft muffled happy sounds she makes when eating food she likes, or the feeling of Alucard's hand hovering near his shoulder just before it touches. He swallows down a lump in his throat, tilting his head upward a little. ]
Just- just this. For as long as you can manage.