[ That initial comment was met with nothing more than a disenthused, single eyebrow raise. As if to say do you think I’ve forgotten. Alucard felt he was probably going to etch the horrible, delicious experience into his mind for all of his life. A nice tool he could dredge up to chastise himself when he felt particularly depressed or ready to indulge in his ritual habit of self-loathing.
As soon as Dorian’s blood touched the air it seemed to immediately reach Alucard’s nose. Ah, that intoxicating scent. He felt his mouth water behind sealed lips and his jaw muscles tensed, visible under those razor-shape cheekbones. His fingers gripped into small, tight fists and there was a slight, just audible, grunt.
He stared at the ring of roses, seeping wasted blood into that useless garment. How he needed to--and before allowing himself to finish that thought Alucard robotically turned his head to the side. Eyes locked on the bite mark until the last second.
Describing it in words seemed like an insurmountable task now. Eloquence forfeit in lieu of composure.]
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As soon as Dorian’s blood touched the air it seemed to immediately reach Alucard’s nose. Ah, that intoxicating scent. He felt his mouth water behind sealed lips and his jaw muscles tensed, visible under those razor-shape cheekbones. His fingers gripped into small, tight fists and there was a slight, just audible, grunt.
He stared at the ring of roses, seeping wasted blood into that useless garment. How he needed to--and before allowing himself to finish that thought Alucard robotically turned his head to the side. Eyes locked on the bite mark until the last second.
Describing it in words seemed like an insurmountable task now. Eloquence forfeit in lieu of composure.]
Sensitive.
I am… more sensitive than I normally…
Am.