[ Whilst the grip had been firm enough to pin Dorian in place he hadn't been using all of his strength. Even in this compromised state he still had some semblance of his humanity, although was waning and fragile under the weight of the drugs in his system and his carnal, vampiric desires. Had he used all of the power at his disposal it could have resulted in something quite awful.
The question on his sanity seemed to wash over him, it was as if his current state wouldn't let it penetrate his thoughts. But the follow up was just too enticing to pass up. Whilst Alucard would never openly gloat about what he was when in his right mind, now all preconceptions of shame and humility gave way to the ruthless decadence he'd inherited from his father. ]
What do you think I am?
[ He teased cruelly, the very tips of his fangs grazing the sweet, hot skin of Dorian's neck, so close to breaking then skin when--
--he was taken by surprise, he didn't expect this man to be a magic-user. The grip which he had so carefully been measuring failed him (in lieu of hurting Dorian) and he stumbled backwards a few steps, winded. For a moment he stood hunched over, looking primal and dangerous as his hair hid his expression.
Eerily, he straightened into a perfectly upright posture, eyes locked on Dorian's, immovable and intense. ]
You are a magician, of sorts.
[ Alucard didn't move so much as he phased. A blood-red outline of his form shifted without a single muscle moving to stand beside Dorian. The action took place in seconds and didn't seem to affect Alucard's strength or stamina whatsoever. He stood there as if he'd been there for a while, looking at the soft indents he'd left in his neck. ]
I should've sensed it.
[ His brow furrowed for a moment, as if fighting some internal turmoil, but the expression mellowed again in a few seconds.
With a different approach this time he rested the flat of his palm on Dorian's chest. Now he did use that preternatural strength but not to put any sort of uncomfortable pressure on the mage, no, so that he couldn't pull the hand away with any ease.
Slender, shapely fingers tracked down the curve of his chest, being slow - painfully so. Mapping out each peak and ridge of clothed flesh. ]
To think that a mage can't identify one of the most feared and hated creatures of the night. They should send you back to your tutors.
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The question on his sanity seemed to wash over him, it was as if his current state wouldn't let it penetrate his thoughts. But the follow up was just too enticing to pass up. Whilst Alucard would never openly gloat about what he was when in his right mind, now all preconceptions of shame and humility gave way to the ruthless decadence he'd inherited from his father. ]
What do you think I am?
[ He teased cruelly, the very tips of his fangs grazing the sweet, hot skin of Dorian's neck, so close to breaking then skin when--
--he was taken by surprise, he didn't expect this man to be a magic-user. The grip which he had so carefully been measuring failed him (in lieu of hurting Dorian) and he stumbled backwards a few steps, winded. For a moment he stood hunched over, looking primal and dangerous as his hair hid his expression.
Eerily, he straightened into a perfectly upright posture, eyes locked on Dorian's, immovable and intense. ]
You are a magician, of sorts.
[ Alucard didn't move so much as he phased. A blood-red outline of his form shifted without a single muscle moving to stand beside Dorian. The action took place in seconds and didn't seem to affect Alucard's strength or stamina whatsoever. He stood there as if he'd been there for a while, looking at the soft indents he'd left in his neck. ]
I should've sensed it.
[ His brow furrowed for a moment, as if fighting some internal turmoil, but the expression mellowed again in a few seconds.
With a different approach this time he rested the flat of his palm on Dorian's chest. Now he did use that preternatural strength but not to put any sort of uncomfortable pressure on the mage, no, so that he couldn't pull the hand away with any ease.
Slender, shapely fingers tracked down the curve of his chest, being slow - painfully so. Mapping out each peak and ridge of clothed flesh. ]
To think that a mage can't identify one of the most feared and hated creatures of the night. They should send you back to your tutors.