[ alucard hates being marked. he hates his hands, the way his seals look carved into them--he can still feel the searing blade in his flesh when he looks at them, reeking of alchemy and magic. but--a mutual means of marking would have been something he could stomach, something done willingly and knowingly to one another and not forced on him. he could like the idea of it, of carving himself into anderson and having the same done to him. it would suit them, wouldn't it? but even if they were depowered to do it, they would just heal over anything when it all came back. much like his gut wound when he'd left the fort had immediately healed when he returned to the city, despite previously being feverish, weak, with a bone-deep infection draining the very human life out of him.
a pity.
when anderson's face comes closer he grins, nipping idly at his jaw before brushing his lips across the same spot.
he's quietly surprised when anderson expresses an interest in doing it again, and his fingers grip a little more tightly to his hair before relenting.
when he speaks, it's a low rumble. ]
You know where to find me.
[ a joke, since they live together now. on top of that, he's fully aware that anderson still has the rib. he's aware of where all his body parts are at any given time. ]
no subject
a pity.
when anderson's face comes closer he grins, nipping idly at his jaw before brushing his lips across the same spot.
he's quietly surprised when anderson expresses an interest in doing it again, and his fingers grip a little more tightly to his hair before relenting.
when he speaks, it's a low rumble. ]
You know where to find me.
[ a joke, since they live together now. on top of that, he's fully aware that anderson still has the rib. he's aware of where all his body parts are at any given time. ]