"Mm." Alucard is satisfied then, that he's allowed to do as he pleases when it comes to finding Alfred attractive, because he was going to anyway.
"I trust you," he says, and is surprised to find that he really does. It's... been a long time since Walter's betrayal, and it feels a little like he's betraying the good memories he clutches to, but perhaps it's time to move on. It's for the best, isn't it?
Alucard watches Alfred undress benignly: he's aware of tells in humans, is aware that the stiffness of his shoulders was discomfort, but Alucard isn't making him do it, he doesn't think, so he doesn't feel too bad.
The feeling he gets isn't pity or anything close to it as he takes in each scar and mark but it's something warmer tugging at his consciousness, and he's aware he should probably say something but he doesn't, not until Alfred is close enough for him to touch. Which he does, leaning up in the bath to hold onto his wrist again, surging up pointedly to kiss him from a lack of anything good to say.
He doesn't force it, doesn't press into it, but then sits back and gives his wrist a gentle pull. "I should look just like that," he says softly, "but I sold my soul to the devil."
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."
Well, it's definitely none of those things, and it's certainly a lazy kiss from the vampire king himself. It's cute, really, that it catches him off-guard, and alucard settles back with a faint smile.
"No, I've always been about this tall. Taller, in my actual form. Little over seven feet." Of course he is. "And Romanian." Like the Dracula thing didn't give that away. "The devil gave me a lot of things, but none of them were worth it in the end." He's a little flippant about that, but it's a coping method, so it's fine.
It definitely could have been innuendo if he'd left it, but Alucard still arches an eyebrow. "Well, it is nice to be able to change my height to suit situations."
Alfred is still on about that, huh? Alucard carefully dips himself under the water for a moment, making sure his hair is all wet, then pops back up to look at him, nodding. "Revenge always felt good, to me. Taking back what was taken away by taking their lives." He's not about to judge Alfred for killing the people that tortured him, after all.
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."
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"I trust you," he says, and is surprised to find that he really does. It's... been a long time since Walter's betrayal, and it feels a little like he's betraying the good memories he clutches to, but perhaps it's time to move on. It's for the best, isn't it?
Alucard watches Alfred undress benignly: he's aware of tells in humans, is aware that the stiffness of his shoulders was discomfort, but Alucard isn't making him do it, he doesn't think, so he doesn't feel too bad.
The feeling he gets isn't pity or anything close to it as he takes in each scar and mark but it's something warmer tugging at his consciousness, and he's aware he should probably say something but he doesn't, not until Alfred is close enough for him to touch. Which he does, leaning up in the bath to hold onto his wrist again, surging up pointedly to kiss him from a lack of anything good to say.
He doesn't force it, doesn't press into it, but then sits back and gives his wrist a gentle pull. "I should look just like that," he says softly, "but I sold my soul to the devil."
Wry. He, uh, did, but still.
"Get in here, you could use some relaxation."
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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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"No, I've always been about this tall. Taller, in my actual form. Little over seven feet." Of course he is. "And Romanian." Like the Dracula thing didn't give that away. "The devil gave me a lot of things, but none of them were worth it in the end." He's a little flippant about that, but it's a coping method, so it's fine.
It definitely could have been innuendo if he'd left it, but Alucard still arches an eyebrow. "Well, it is nice to be able to change my height to suit situations."
Alfred is still on about that, huh? Alucard carefully dips himself under the water for a moment, making sure his hair is all wet, then pops back up to look at him, nodding. "Revenge always felt good, to me. Taking back what was taken away by taking their lives." He's not about to judge Alfred for killing the people that tortured him, after all.
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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."