Kicks hardest, but that's nearly stubborn. [That laugh is everything to hear, and to be so close to it, to feel the way it rumbles from deep inside Trevro's belly and works it's way out, it feels amazing.] I don't know how you two manage on the road. Your legs must be bruised nightly.
[His legs are also bruised nightly when it's the three of them, but that heals in his sleep. Automatically, because otherwise Alucard would leave them there for just long enough to indulge in a little bit of shaming. Trevor shaming is easy, Sypha shaming takes actual effort.
There's a gentle moment where Alucard laces his fingers with Trevor's, just for the sake of them being as close as possible. He doesn't like being like this, this needy and demanding of touch, but Alucard knows that it's the best way to regain peace of mind. Clarity. Focus. All the things that they need for the task ahead of them.]
Yes. [The word has it's quiet intensity, but there's too much exhaustion for it to be truly angry.]
Before it begins [Our assault, our reclaimation, our work] I will need a moment to...[Fuck it. Fuck it he may as well admit this in the twilight of the ship.] She threatened my mother's fate on me. I will need a moment to steady myself.
[And for his hair. Because that threat rankled, he'll let Carmilla know that much, and when this is done he'll have acted and looked as if he was in his mother's image and not his father's, hair and all.]
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[His legs are also bruised nightly when it's the three of them, but that heals in his sleep. Automatically, because otherwise Alucard would leave them there for just long enough to indulge in a little bit of shaming. Trevor shaming is easy, Sypha shaming takes actual effort.
There's a gentle moment where Alucard laces his fingers with Trevor's, just for the sake of them being as close as possible. He doesn't like being like this, this needy and demanding of touch, but Alucard knows that it's the best way to regain peace of mind. Clarity. Focus. All the things that they need for the task ahead of them.]
Yes. [The word has it's quiet intensity, but there's too much exhaustion for it to be truly angry.]
Before it begins [Our assault, our reclaimation, our work] I will need a moment to...[Fuck it. Fuck it he may as well admit this in the twilight of the ship.] She threatened my mother's fate on me. I will need a moment to steady myself.
[And for his hair. Because that threat rankled, he'll let Carmilla know that much, and when this is done he'll have acted and looked as if he was in his mother's image and not his father's, hair and all.]