Character(s): Alucard + ???? Status: Open Location(s): Around, about, and up in the Krimnos mountains Date(s) August About: General August catch all Warnings: Added as required
There's drawings like this everywhere in the cavern. [The explanation is soft, Alucard's focus on being on Trevor and Trevor alone.]
Those that passed through here set all of their art beneath a nighttime sky. There's other columns that are made to look like trees, with owls on them. There's a family of goblins in the far back, all asleep.
[His hands go back to Trevor's hair finally. Alucard can't know how badly the touch is wanted, but he knows how badly he wants to keep touching. And touching. Everything about Trevor makes him want to hold on tight, because everything now is so damn ephemeral.]
[ He leans into the touch, sighing contentedly. It’s perfect. All of this is. Coming back was worth it, almost, for this one moment. He lifts Alucard from his shoulder, pulling him into his lap instead ]
I’m glad we’re here. For now, all that bullshit might just be worth it.
[It is worth it, isn't it? Being undead and having a moment like this. They've gotten so many moments since figuring this romance nonsense out.
It's that thought that has Alucard straining upward towards Trevor's face. A lap is comfy, yes, but this is more important. One hand reaches up to brush over Trevor's cheek, and then all he can do is kiss the Belmont.
He's soft. Slow. Chaste but looking for permission to deepen the embrace.]
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Those that passed through here set all of their art beneath a nighttime sky. There's other columns that are made to look like trees, with owls on them. There's a family of goblins in the far back, all asleep.
[His hands go back to Trevor's hair finally. Alucard can't know how badly the touch is wanted, but he knows how badly he wants to keep touching. And touching. Everything about Trevor makes him want to hold on tight, because everything now is so damn ephemeral.]
It's an extraordinary cave.
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[ He leans into the touch, sighing contentedly. It’s perfect. All of this is. Coming back was worth it, almost, for this one moment. He lifts Alucard from his shoulder, pulling him into his lap instead ]
I’m glad we’re here. For now, all that bullshit might just be worth it.
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It's that thought that has Alucard straining upward towards Trevor's face. A lap is comfy, yes, but this is more important. One hand reaches up to brush over Trevor's cheek, and then all he can do is kiss the Belmont.
He's soft. Slow. Chaste but looking for permission to deepen the embrace.]