[Of literally every possible thing he might've expected Alucard to say to him just then, that...was definitely not among them.
For a split-second, there are two halves of him, the man and the Moonblessed, the human and the wolf. His Sanguis is tangled up in the smell of heat and it feels like it's rattling the bars of the cage within his bones, demanding to be let out and tend, smother, ravish, claim — while the human is still stumbling over is he sure he heard that right and holy fuck and HOLY FUCK.
But the two halves fold in on themselves and combine when his startled gaze lands on Alucard's face, gauging the expression there. He thinks of how uncertain Alucard had been even about suggesting that they might be friends. He thinks of how lonely he must be, and how he might be aching, and how he probably has no one else to turn to.]
...You're not kidding.
[If Alucard's words are an idea, his own are a moment of quiet revelation. Still holding Alucard's hand, he sinks down onto one knee on the carpet in front of the loveseat, wanting to be lower than him, feeling more comfortable if he's the one looking up into his eyes.]
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For a split-second, there are two halves of him, the man and the Moonblessed, the human and the wolf. His Sanguis is tangled up in the smell of heat and it feels like it's rattling the bars of the cage within his bones, demanding to be let out and tend, smother, ravish, claim — while the human is still stumbling over is he sure he heard that right and holy fuck and HOLY FUCK.
But the two halves fold in on themselves and combine when his startled gaze lands on Alucard's face, gauging the expression there. He thinks of how uncertain Alucard had been even about suggesting that they might be friends. He thinks of how lonely he must be, and how he might be aching, and how he probably has no one else to turn to.]
...You're not kidding.
[If Alucard's words are an idea, his own are a moment of quiet revelation. Still holding Alucard's hand, he sinks down onto one knee on the carpet in front of the loveseat, wanting to be lower than him, feeling more comfortable if he's the one looking up into his eyes.]
Tell me what's wrong.