[It's been a while since he's last seen Alucard like this, but it isn't the first time. The image has been burned into his memory since last month, every bit of how the depressed sleepy bitch had looked writhing over his lap. It's easier to look at him now when he's upright and the lights are on, and the truth is he's never devoted vast amounts of time to thinking about what he tends to go for in a person, but it's not as though Alucard makes it difficult.
It's hard to imagine that someone so exquisitely lovely could ever feel out of place anywhere, but he reminds himself of that sternly. Alucard has shown him so much of the things he hides behind a flawless and uncompromising exterior; it would be foolish to forget that.
But lest he get lost in his thoughts, the soft scrape of Alucard's claws drags him back out of it, refocusing his attention on the present moment, impossible to disregard or ignore. It tugs a short gasp out of his throat, and before he can be enticed to move beneath the spray of the water, he leans in close to Alucard's ear.]
In your memories...I overheard something. Something I shouldn't have. But I can't take it back, so...
[It's important. This is important. And he doesn't want to get it wrong.]
I'd like to call you by your name sometime. If you'll let me. Only if you let me.
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[It's been a while since he's last seen Alucard like this, but it isn't the first time. The image has been burned into his memory since last month, every bit of how the depressed sleepy bitch had looked writhing over his lap. It's easier to look at him now when he's upright and the lights are on, and the truth is he's never devoted vast amounts of time to thinking about what he tends to go for in a person, but it's not as though Alucard makes it difficult.
It's hard to imagine that someone so exquisitely lovely could ever feel out of place anywhere, but he reminds himself of that sternly. Alucard has shown him so much of the things he hides behind a flawless and uncompromising exterior; it would be foolish to forget that.
But lest he get lost in his thoughts, the soft scrape of Alucard's claws drags him back out of it, refocusing his attention on the present moment, impossible to disregard or ignore. It tugs a short gasp out of his throat, and before he can be enticed to move beneath the spray of the water, he leans in close to Alucard's ear.]
In your memories...I overheard something. Something I shouldn't have. But I can't take it back, so...
[It's important. This is important. And he doesn't want to get it wrong.]
I'd like to call you by your name sometime. If you'll let me. Only if you let me.