goneforawalk: (don't you know every little thing)
alucard. ([personal profile] goneforawalk) wrote2019-01-18 05:49 pm

duplicity inbox.



AUDIO→VIDEO→TEXT→ACTION
saintguillotine: (By night when dreams confuse the mind)

[personal profile] saintguillotine 2019-07-25 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[That should be enough blood, for the moment. He sets the knife aside in favour of grabbing a big, oval loofah (obviously his own purchase, because Alucard doesn't shop for bath accompaniments), which he dips into the water to get nice and wet before applying it to Alucard's shoulders. He's not going to get rid of the corpse smell simply by sitting in the water.

The spiel prompts him to arch an eyebrow. He hadn't thought his comment insinuated anything, but maybe it did.]


That's detailed of you. [Almost sounds like he's coming up with an excuse on the fly, since people tend to over-compensate when doing that.] There's no need to be- odd about it; not everything in your life has to be my business.

[Sure, he took it personally, but that's irrational, and he knows that; it's been in the back of his mind that things would change if Integra returned, and certainly would change if they ever returned home, and it was just- foolish, to let himself get so attached. It's his own fault that he's hurting.

He runs the loofah across Alucard's clavicle.]


Do you need more hot water, or does this suffice? [His free hand finds Alucard's knee, pressing it back to test its flexibility.]
saintguillotine: (Wounding strokes are good medicine)

[personal profile] saintguillotine 2019-07-25 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Going into that much detail is odd, Alucard! A 'oh right, I was going to tell you she was here, but I died' would have sufficed.

He snorts, but lets that subject drop, since Alucard clearly isn't pleased with it and he did just die. A little rest and relaxation is required.]


No need to thank me. Being helpful to each other is generally how we function.

[Sorry, that sounds awkward. Thinking about Integra has made him awkward.

Anyway, he continues to clean off Alucard's shoulders, and arms, and chest, steadily scrubbing away the scent of the morgue. He'll smell like banana, once he's out of here (don't judge Anderson's choice of bath scents. He discovered Lush recently, okay).

In response to the lips at his jaw, he drops his head, slipping out from under them. It's discreet enough that it would be easy enough to shrug off as absentmindedness.]


I'll have to find out where Alessandro's residence is. Mr. Sim's ought to know- though the man isn't my biggest fan, at the moment, so I'm not sure how readily he'll give me that information. [His hand descends beneath the water, running the loofah down Alucard's navel.] I may be in for a hunt.
saintguillotine: (Keep calm and don’t be afraid)

[personal profile] saintguillotine 2019-07-25 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
[This is affection enough on its own, isn't it? There's the steady swipe of his hand, the proximity. He knows Alucard wants and needs closeness right now and he is providing that, if in a controlled manner. And, to be honest, he wants it too, after being afraid that Alucard was gone for three days straight. But if he indulges himself, he'll just end up being frustrated later.

The loofah moves up his thigh next, over his knee, and then down the length of his leg, with Anderson shuffling back to scrub at the hard to reach crevices.]


Are you really that helpless as a man? You were a war lord, once, and he wouldn't have the jump on you this time.

[Not that he's going to invite Alucard along, because he's not entirely sure what being turned human again would do to Alucard after he was in the morgue for three days.]

Or do I need to start taking you to the gym? I could tie him to your back while you have a go on the treadmills. Double the exercise.

[Don't go to the gym with Anderson. Clearly it wouldn't end well.]
Edited (fuck) 2019-07-25 06:58 (UTC)
saintguillotine: (One who was destined to be lost)

[personal profile] saintguillotine 2019-07-25 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Seeing the droop of Alucard's body as he rises out of the water, Anderson sighs, retrieves the knife, and sets it against his forearm again. Just once more should be enough.]

That's fair enough. But you might benefit from brushing up, all the same. You've been relying on your endowments for too long. If we ever got depowered in the middle of a battle, for whatever reason, I'd like you to be able to hold your own.

[Once again, he draws the knife deep into his forearm and presents the wound.]

It might be a better idea to spar on the beach. I'll remind you how to fight like a man.

[Maybe a tiny bit of teasing in there, since Alucard's childishness invites it.]
saintguillotine: (Take pleasure in all his toil)

[personal profile] saintguillotine 2019-07-25 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
[If Anderson knew he was thinking of Integra while feeding off him, it sure would sting. As it is, he drops his arm away once Alucard has finished, stifling any reaction to that brush of lips.

To Alucard's sharp smile, he offers one of his own.]


None of those bells or whistles of yours. Just your fists and that sword. I'm curious to see how you'll do.

[He resumes washing Alucard, making quick work of the rest of him, scrubbing his legs and stomach and hands, taking care to reach every inch. The banana scented soap is doing its work: he smells much better.]

Though you do have a hard punch. That, I'm well aware of. Last time we fought with fists, I haemorrhaged internally and spat blood for the following thirty minutes.
Edited 2019-07-25 08:01 (UTC)
saintguillotine: (Stealing the light from evil-doers)

[personal profile] saintguillotine 2019-07-25 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
I know very well how much power you put behind them.

[And Anderson's gives back just as hard. He probably lost a few souls through that fight alone.

The scent of bananas is strong enough that it lingers on both of them when they vacate the tub. Alucard more so than him, obviously. He hands Alucard a towel before he grabs one for himself, making a thorough job of drying since he doesn't much enjoy walking around while damp.]


Oh damn- I forgot clothes.

[Ugh, he hates walking out of the bathroom naked, but he'll just have to endure it since the alternative is putting on underwear he's already worn (he's a little unnecessarily finicky about these things, at times). Alucard would probably appreciate some sweats to lounge in, anyway; compelling forth clothes might take energy he simply doesn't have.

He ties the towel around his waist, stepping out to first retrieve underwear from his room, then grab some sweatpants and a shirt to toss in Alucard's general direction- which is to say, they land directly on Alucard's face.]


Are you going to lie down, or have you done enough lying down recently? I can bring some bags to your room, if need be. Just try to aim for the bin I've put in there when you're finished with them.