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alucard. ([personal profile] goneforawalk) wrote2019-01-18 05:49 pm

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[personal profile] inforapound 2019-02-21 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, even if things went sideways, Alfred would forgive the man. Alucard has let him in. Let him throw himself into the one thing that keeps him centered. The man's given him a gift by allowing him in.

"Yes, well, I suppose that does explain. I'll just have to make a habit of coming by to do your ironing then." Do the ironing, check on a friend to make sure he's still all right. Same thing.

The shrug is only slightly unsettling because he's not yet used to this. There's a question if he can, but he's going to give it one hell of a go. The human mind is a resilient thing, and honestly, Alucard might be a thing of nightmares made flesh, but Alfred's nightmares hold a far different brand of monster.

"That's what we're going to do then." He steps past Alucard, already efficiently going to tidy the room they're in, not that it needs it. It's on his way to the bathroom, which if this place is set up like his flat, it should be in the same spot.

"It's good to see you too, Sir." Habit. He doesn't seem to realize he's done it. "I was worried about you, you know. About if you made it back all right or if I was going to have to go out there with sunblock. Glad I didn't have to and glad you let me in."

There. The couch is set to rights and he's on towards the bathroom.
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[personal profile] inforapound 2019-02-21 11:57 am (UTC)(link)
He turns and looks at Alucard. Really looks at him. His arms cross over his chest and he holds his head high. "What kind of butler do you take me for, mate. A job worth doing is worth doing properly. If I must, I'll bring in an entire laundry mat. You should count yourself lucky that I don't march meself back to mines and get me it right now." An empty threat. He's not leaving. He's not certain Alucard would let him back in. "Mark me words, I will bring whatever I have to and you and your laundry will have a reconning."

The little huff is purely for show and he drops his arms to get back to Alucard's side to pat what he hopes is back. Might be cloud. Hard to tell. "Don't apologise. I should have come earlier. Had I known you was in a way, I could have helped you sooner. But as me mum says, you can't uncrack an egg."

In the bathroom, he finally loses a layer of his 'armor' so he can roll his shirt sleeves up to get the bath water ready. Everything seems well practiced, second nature, from the second he kneels by the tub to the moment he gets that perfect temperature.

"You know I could. Ain't difficult locks to pick. Maybe I still will, get you some nice bath salts in here." He doesn't look up, contemplating.

"Alucard....have you eaten?"
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[personal profile] inforapound 2019-02-22 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"See that you don't. I take me job seriously." It's all he has. The only thing keeping him from crumbling under the weight of it all. So long as he can look after someone, focus on someone that not himself, he doesn't have to think about the sort of person they both know he really is. He's just the butler fixing up bath water. He's a million miles away from the soldier that helped Alucard put men up on spikes and would gleefully do it again.

"Well, you got it. Won't be dressing as no frilly maid. Don't have the looks for that no more, but I do what I can. So I'd appreciate a key."

The water is nearly to where he estimates it needs to be. He remains still, far too calm. He'd offered once, a thing he barely remembers, high as he'd been. He'd not known then what he knows now. "Offer...stands, so you know. If you ever need it." After all he's seen, he's still willing to open a vein for Alucard.

The tap goes off and he stands to turn and look at the vampire. "Right then. Clothes off and in you get." He points behind him at the steaming tub.
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[personal profile] inforapound 2019-02-22 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pull the other one." It's a soft, near inaudible grumble. He's well aware he's not a babyfaced brunette anymore. He's been through it and had a rather rough go. He knows he looks older than he is. He's not even 50 yet. It's not the years, it's the milage, and he wears every single mile. So Alucard doesn't have to boost his ego. He's well aware of what looks back at him in the mirror.

Then louder, "I hope you mean the key and not the filly frock. Because if I come in to that waiting for me, I'll mix your reds with your whites, so help me I will."

The touch against his neck is cool. He gives a curt nod. "See that you do, Sir." He won't sit by and allow a friend to starve.

He quickly gathers the clothing to pointedly fold them. The lack marks just reminds him of how many he has. He was just going to give the man his privacy but the hand stops him. Softly, he lays his folded bundle on the floor so he can step towards the tub, a soft look on his face.

"Fair warning, last time I bathed a person was nearly fifteen years ago. You're a might bigger than a toddler." It doesn't mean he's not going to do his best. So, he'll sit carefully on the edge of the tub and reach over Alucard for shampoo. This close it's impossible to hide how exhausted he is or how much he likely needs this more than Alucard does. "I'll need me other hand back, mate."
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[personal profile] inforapound 2019-02-22 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"My apologies." Just that. Mostly because it's hard to argue with someone that adamant. He can just keep his disagreement to himself. If Alucard wants to think him handsome, who is he to argue. He lets it rest..

"I'll use the key wisely. I won't intrude too much." Just now and then, when he needs this. Or when he thinks Alucard needs to be reminded there's a human that gives a damn about him.

His shoulders stiffen. "I see." He's already precariously over the tub as it is. And it's a nice suit. The nicest he owns. He'd hate it to be ruined. Still, the dread is there and he reminds himself that this is the man that put people up on spikes, a few too many scars won't bother him, right?

"All right then." He'll slip his wrist from that grasp to stand and work his way out of the rest of his suit. It takes a lot of doing and more so once he's to the proper white undershirt. He doesn't look at Alucard, just stubbornly strips down, layer after layer until he's standing before the man in nothing but his tattoos and his scars, under the mottled purple bruises of the camp. The tattoos are small, speaking of his service in the Royal Marines as well as the SAS, but the olderst scars tell the story of a man tortured. Fresher ones tell the same story, only months or so old. This had been the reason behind his unending fight in the Fort.

The worst, however, looks far too much like Rip's. Stabbed through the chest and out the other side. He should be dead.

He forces himself to finally look at Alucard, chin set in that purely British fashion. He steps forward boldly until he's seated on the edge of the tub again. "Still room in there for one more?"
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[personal profile] inforapound 2019-02-22 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't know what he's waiting for. Rejection perhaps. Revoltion. Pity? Questions. There's usually questions. He's shoring himself mentally up for any of these options when Alucard decides to pick the option he hadn't known existed.

The kiss is so warm and fleeting. He's certain he goes a little red in the face from it. He's been completed thrown for a loop, finally unsettled by the vampire, all from a kiss.

When his mind starts to work again, he feels a bubble of relief. "I doubt you were ever short or British." He's trying to find a good position to get into the tub that's not too awkward. "And I don't think the devil can fix that." He holds no judgement on Alucard's choice. In Iran, the devil hadn't helped him. God hasn't either. He'd has to do it himself.

"Wouldn't want him to, neither. Well the British part at least. Wouldn't mind a few extra inches." And to keep it from being innuendo, "so I can dust the top of the cupboards without a stool."

The water is perfect when he finally settles in, facing Alucard and once more reaching for the shampoo. He's dead set on washing the vampire. As he does, he softly adds, "In case you're wondering, not a one of them that did it lived. Got me and me mate out and I think they've still got a bounty on me, two decades later. And the only thing I ever told them was a recipe for haggus."
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[personal profile] inforapound 2019-02-24 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a scowl on his face a moment. In that moment it looks like Alfred is going to judge Alucard. It looks like he might actually be hurt by the idea that he's not seen this man's 'real form'. That Alucard doesn't trust him enough. But then, that scowl still on his face, he reaches up to tug a dark lock of hair. "Of course you are. Save some of that height for the rest of us, you lanky git."

From the tug he shifts up to start massaging the shampoo into Alucard's scalp. He's like a dog with a bone. Once he focused on something, he'll do it. He wants to do this. He wants to because it keeps him focus on the here and now. He doesn't have to think about the then. About the returning nightmares. About the fact that of Bruce ever learns what he did at the Fort, his boy would never forgive him.

"Because of that deal, you got to meet your Integra." He points it out quietly. "Still...I do pity you a bit, Alucard." He leans in more. Presses his lips just softly against those soft lips. "You'll never be able to eat me garlic chicken."