[ anderson could make his own confession. should. it would make things easier, in the same moment as they would make things harder. there's no middle ground with them, though.
alucard's head tilts when anderson tucks into his neck, stretching out his throat compliantly. much like a dog rolling over to show its belly in a sign of trust, he's begun to allow the priest to see all of his softer edges, the parts of him that would be so easy to rip out, metaphorically speaking. ]
How kind of you.
[ a murmur. when anderson presses close his free hand curls around his back, clutching at the fabric of his own coat to urge him still closer. needy and wanting, as usual. ]
Will you aid me, in my penance?
[ his voice is hoarse, almost raw, as he says it. they both know that alucard is not, and will not ever, actually seek forgiveness from god. this is all for anderson, a confession to him directly.
his throat stretches out further with a sigh, fingers losing themselves in anderson's hair. he's distracted, briefly, by the touch of lips, because it's so pleasant, but he does have more to say. ]
You promised to kill me, and I'll hold you to it. But more than that, I need you in between now and then. Aside from the obvious troubles and issues being here, I've--enjoyed living, these past few months, in a way I'm not sure I ever have.
[ a pause. ]
I feel guilt for that, for being content when things are calm, for being happy with the stability we've managed to cultivate. I don't know what to do with myself otherwise, though. I shouldn't be glad you're here with me.
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alucard's head tilts when anderson tucks into his neck, stretching out his throat compliantly. much like a dog rolling over to show its belly in a sign of trust, he's begun to allow the priest to see all of his softer edges, the parts of him that would be so easy to rip out, metaphorically speaking. ]
How kind of you.
[ a murmur. when anderson presses close his free hand curls around his back, clutching at the fabric of his own coat to urge him still closer. needy and wanting, as usual. ]
Will you aid me, in my penance?
[ his voice is hoarse, almost raw, as he says it. they both know that alucard is not, and will not ever, actually seek forgiveness from god. this is all for anderson, a confession to him directly.
his throat stretches out further with a sigh, fingers losing themselves in anderson's hair. he's distracted, briefly, by the touch of lips, because it's so pleasant, but he does have more to say. ]
You promised to kill me, and I'll hold you to it. But more than that, I need you in between now and then. Aside from the obvious troubles and issues being here, I've--enjoyed living, these past few months, in a way I'm not sure I ever have.
[ a pause. ]
I feel guilt for that, for being content when things are calm, for being happy with the stability we've managed to cultivate. I don't know what to do with myself otherwise, though. I shouldn't be glad you're here with me.
[ but he is. ]