[There's not much left of the calmness, if Alucard was to pause for a moment and actually acknowledge the churning mess in his head. Stormclouds, about to break, held off by sheer surprise. Picking things out and laying them flat on the table to be examined, it'll work. But then there will be one thing plucked that brings a flood, and they'll have to put this all on hold for a day or so. Just enough to stuff all the things back behind the dam wall, let it settle, and begin again.
But he doesn't. The hand on his cheek is soon enclosed by one of Alucad's own, wanting to keep it there. There's such warmth in the weight (never mind the summer), such aching familiarity that it helps ignore the threat of overflow.]
In fairness, I'm beginning to detect that all of these are the worst.
[Not a great attempt at a joke. But he's also right, which in this case is a rather upsetting thing to be. All the same, the hand not atop Trevor's hovers for a moment, then settles on something just below the collar bone.
Alucard had kissed it a whole of once, and there was a sour face at the time. Never again. And for all the other scars on Trevor that never got a disapproval during times in bed (and very much not), it was a mystery.]
saturday work life in a bit, back in about 6ish hours.
But he doesn't. The hand on his cheek is soon enclosed by one of Alucad's own, wanting to keep it there. There's such warmth in the weight (never mind the summer), such aching familiarity that it helps ignore the threat of overflow.]
In fairness, I'm beginning to detect that all of these are the worst.
[Not a great attempt at a joke. But he's also right, which in this case is a rather upsetting thing to be. All the same, the hand not atop Trevor's hovers for a moment, then settles on something just below the collar bone.
Alucard had kissed it a whole of once, and there was a sour face at the time. Never again. And for all the other scars on Trevor that never got a disapproval during times in bed (and very much not), it was a mystery.]