i mean i didn't really ask a whole lot about it i know that he basically disappears during iris and triple moon though closes his shop and everything so i think whatever happens keeps him pretty homebound
ok i can bring my guitar i learned that song you wanted two actually
["Soon" winds up being more like twenty minutes or so, but eventually he comes winding his way up to the door to Alucard's apartment, carrying his guitar in its case while the amp mystically floats along in the air beside him — or at least, so it would look to anyone unable to see Star Platinum, who's pitching in to help out with the heavy lifting because he is a good boy.
He's also sporting a backpack, which is slightly unusual, and of course the wolf ears and tail are back —
...as are the overactive senses, particularly of smell, and the instant he draws close to Alucard's door it feels like the hair on the back of his neck is standing up, as he catches a whiff of something that's different and potent and impossible to ignore.
Not surprisingly, he knocks rapidly, eager for the door to open and allow him to investigate the unexpected scent further.]
[Eventually, Alucard does come to the door, opening and glancing from behind it. His ears are even longer now, pointed. He has no shirt that will fit him right now considering his arms are also, evidently, white bat wings.]
Jotaro.
[There's a pause as he glances over Jotaro, his expression soft and fond before he opens the door.]
[It's Alucard, he realizes; the source of the scent he's been trying to place is right there in front of him, and if he didn't have self-control he'd bury his face into the back of his neck and breathe in deep the smell of his hair and his skin, but he's also not going to do that because it would be weird and he's not going to be an idiot about this. Probably.]
Uh, sure. I brought...oh. I guess it's not really going to be a lot of help. Sorry, I didn't know.
[He makes his way inside, Star and the amp trailing along with him, and once they're past the threshold he shoulders off the backpack and offers it quietly to Alucard, letting it dangle from his hand by the straps.]
I didn't know if you were...making nests too. I brought a blanket and some of my clothes. A sweatshirt and...just stuff. For a nest.
[Things of his. Things that smell like him. Was he really trying to indulge Alucard's Iris, or was that just the Sanguis impulse at work? He genuinely doesn't know, at his point.]
[It doesn't even occur to him, honestly, what Jotaro must be noticing. It's something he's already been trying to deal with himself, and he's hoping he's burned out enough to not worry about it.
The backpack is taken, his fingernails a bit longer and more like little claws at this point as he grips the bag.]
Oh. [A smile forms on his face and he hugs the bag to his chest, pressing his cheek against it.] That sounds very pleasant. Thank you, Jotaro.
[There is no possible way he can say "I can smell you all over this room" and not make it weird. That's not a normal thing to say. Neither is the fact that in some inexplicable, nebulous way, Alucard seems softer than usual, and it's making him a little crazy in the best possible way.]
I just need someplace with no armrests if I'm going to play, so a couch or a chair without them. So anywhere should be fine, I guess. Just don't sit too close to the amp, it might hurt your ears, especially —
[since they're long and cute today and different from usual]
— since you're not used to the sounds it'll be making. Like, the tonal quality and stuff.
[The bag is reluctantly deposited on the love seat. The apartment thus far is still fairly vacant, more in that Alucard hasn't really figured out what he wants to do with it at all now that he's agreed to be awake.
He trudges to the kitchen, taking a chair that is distinctly without any arm rests, setting it by Jotaro before Alucard retreats back to the love seat. Digging into the backpack, he looks pleased with the blanket the most and decides to bundle up in that.]
[There's a second, just one, where he finds himself standing perfectly still and unmoving as he watches Alucard rummage through the backpack, like something inside him is poised on a knife's edge and thrumming with anticipation until he gets the reaction he'd been waiting for. He can't explain it, couldn't articulate it if he tried, but something in the look of pleasure that crosses Alucard's face mollifies the agitation, soothing it back down again like the stroke of a hand along a cat's back.
Good. It's good. He likes it, he's happy. He's warm now. He smells right. He wants to just — just be next to him, drape on him, he said Iris was giving him a hard time and he wants to be the one who makes that stop, makes him comfortable, makes him —
...What the fuck.
He rubs his hand across his mouth, hiding the lower half of his face as he tries to pull his fucking shit together, and then turns his attention to the kitchen chair because that's just easier to focus on right now. He shifts it toward the loveseat at an angle that will let Alucard easily see the way his hands move across the strings, then drops into it and starts hooking up his guitar with Star Platinum's help.]
...Good.
[He coughs a little, like he's clearing his throat getting ready to sing, and pretends like he's not just filling the air with sounds to regroup while he's otherwise at a loss for words.]
The songs have words. That I'm going to play, they...there's lyrics. I'm going to play you the vocal line anyway, but — I remembered too late that you won't know the words.
[The best way to describe Alucard's movement right now is that he's snuggling down, getting comfortable on the love seat as he pulls his legs to himself as he watches Jotaro. He doesn't even consider that Jotaro might be flustered about him, and just assumes he might be nervous about playing the song. Which is fine, he can understand.]
It's all right.
I promise I'll enjoy it, however it turns out.
[He gives Jotaro his full attention, eager to listen to his efforts.]
Okay, well. You said...a song about being alive. So.
[He ducks his head just a little, focusing on the strings beneath his fingers, and runs a quick scale to loosen up his fingers before settling in.
The song starts slow, deceptively giving the impression that he might've chosen a ballad — and softly, under his breath, he's half-singing the lyrics just enough that the reason for his pick becomes apparent (I feel ali-i-i-ive...) before fading out again to a low mumble (in ecstasy, so don't - stop - me - now) as he works his way through the rest of the intro.
But then he hits the tempo change, and all of a sudden his whole demeanor seems to change with it; his fingers all but dance across the frets, and he's off like a shot.
By the time he hits the second verse, it's clear that he's enjoying himself; one line in and the memory of Freddie Mercury's voice becomes irresistible. This time, he's actually singing, less confident and more just out of familiarity (two hundred degrees! That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit — I'm traveling at the speed of light!), and though it's less of a proper performance and more simply that he's adding vocals to all of the objectively fun parts, two things immediately become evident:
He's really quite good at this, and doing it makes him happy — almost without even realizing it's doing it.]
[In his time, he's witnessed many entertainers. Bards with their jovial tunes, their play elegant and practiced. Jotaro, albeit far from professional, plays well with something he's never seen before, and a song he's never heard.
As he perks up, the blanket slides off his head, down his shoulders. His long ears look alert, his gaze bright and curious.
When he's finished, Alucard reaches out with a hand.]
[He feels lighter. That much catches him a little off-guard, as the last notes die away in the air and a feeling of calm satisfaction begins to settle around him. He wouldn't have thought that there would be something of a release in something like just fooling around on a guitar, but...oddly, it feels like a weight has lifted off of his shoulders, just for a little while.
Music has charms to soothe, or something — his dad used to say something like that, laughing. He'd never really put a lot of faith in it, until now.
But Alucard holds out a hand to him, and the sight of him curled on the loveseat brings that earlier sensation rushing back, that same ache to just...do something that he can't even place or identify.
But it starts, he thinks, with taking Alucard's hand.
Uncertainly, he sets his guitar aside and gets up, moving over to cover it with his own.]
[Gently, his little claws curl over Jotaro's hand so he can tug him closer. He thinks briefly back to their kiss; encouraged by enchanted antlers or not, he still thinks about that from time to time. How much he'd like to do that again.
He reaches out with his other hand, claws cupping against Jotaro's cheek.]
Fuck me.
[It's softly spoken, yet still without much hesitation. It doesn't even sound like an order, but like an idea. He feels wet, like he's been feeling since Iris started, but it's more now and he wants so much he could cry.]
[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.]
[There are a lot of sides to him debating over this. The Iris moon assures him that it's what he wants, he's been in heat for what feels like forever, he's wet and uncomfortable and he's had so little to prepare himself for this. But there is a part of him that knows what he's just said, and it's too much to ask isn't it? Too much to put onto him.
And here Jotaro is, kneeling in front of him, holding his hand. It's charming, it really is.]
It's like... I'm on fire, on the inside. I don't... [Alucard shudders, a little ashamed to even describe how he's feeling.] It feels like a deep itch I can't scratch on my own.
I'm sorry. You don't need to do anything. [His ears flatten against his head. This is his friend, and he can't be selfish to ask him to do that.]
[The soothing, comforting noise that escapes his throat surprises even him as soon as he makes it; that wasn't him, not exactly, but it was, and that's...strange.]
I think — I think Sanguis is...made to take care of you. Iris. I feel...
[He hesitates, lost for words. Sentences that start with I feel are always so complicated, and this situation already feels like it's spiraling out of control and he's just along for the ride no matter what he does.]
I'm going crazy because I can tell there's something wrong. Like I can't help it. Like if I don't take care of you I'll lose my mind. But that's — Sanguis. And Iris.
[He closes his eyes, another of those little growls falling from his lips without meaning to.]
I need to know what you want me to do. If you need...that. Or I can try to calm you down without it.
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t-t-t-triple moon
is this a bad time
i have a tail again but that's not why i'm calling
writing
whatever
i'm ok is what i mean
wanted to see if you are too
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that is to say I've encountered some changes as well.
Im not used to being unable to control changes over my body
But I'll adjust
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wait i'm an idiot
you change into a wolf of course you can
what happened
what moon are you anyway
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It's not been an easy thing to deal with for me
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iris...
i think one of my friends is an iris
he turns into a jellyfish
and i think makes nests
do you need help
i can try to do something
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Maybe.
I'm not sure
But I would like to see you.
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i know that he basically disappears during iris and triple moon though
closes his shop and everything
so i think whatever happens keeps him pretty homebound
ok
i can bring my guitar
i learned that song you wanted
two actually
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Oh
that would be nice
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i can bring you something if you need anything and can't get out to get it
either way i'm coming over
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I just don't think I should be out right now
I don't need anything really
I have plenty of ice cream.
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be there soon
["Soon" winds up being more like twenty minutes or so, but eventually he comes winding his way up to the door to Alucard's apartment, carrying his guitar in its case while the amp mystically floats along in the air beside him — or at least, so it would look to anyone unable to see Star Platinum, who's pitching in to help out with the heavy lifting because he is a good boy.
He's also sporting a backpack, which is slightly unusual, and of course the wolf ears and tail are back —
...as are the overactive senses, particularly of smell, and the instant he draws close to Alucard's door it feels like the hair on the back of his neck is standing up, as he catches a whiff of something that's different and potent and impossible to ignore.
Not surprisingly, he knocks rapidly, eager for the door to open and allow him to investigate the unexpected scent further.]
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Jotaro.
[There's a pause as he glances over Jotaro, his expression soft and fond before he opens the door.]
Come in?
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[It's Alucard, he realizes; the source of the scent he's been trying to place is right there in front of him, and if he didn't have self-control he'd bury his face into the back of his neck and breathe in deep the smell of his hair and his skin, but he's also not going to do that because it would be weird and he's not going to be an idiot about this. Probably.]
Uh, sure. I brought...oh. I guess it's not really going to be a lot of help. Sorry, I didn't know.
[He makes his way inside, Star and the amp trailing along with him, and once they're past the threshold he shoulders off the backpack and offers it quietly to Alucard, letting it dangle from his hand by the straps.]
I didn't know if you were...making nests too. I brought a blanket and some of my clothes. A sweatshirt and...just stuff. For a nest.
[Things of his. Things that smell like him. Was he really trying to indulge Alucard's Iris, or was that just the Sanguis impulse at work? He genuinely doesn't know, at his point.]
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[It doesn't even occur to him, honestly, what Jotaro must be noticing. It's something he's already been trying to deal with himself, and he's hoping he's burned out enough to not worry about it.
The backpack is taken, his fingernails a bit longer and more like little claws at this point as he grips the bag.]
Oh. [A smile forms on his face and he hugs the bag to his chest, pressing his cheek against it.] That sounds very pleasant. Thank you, Jotaro.
Please. Get comfortable. Can I get you anything?
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[There is no possible way he can say "I can smell you all over this room" and not make it weird. That's not a normal thing to say. Neither is the fact that in some inexplicable, nebulous way, Alucard seems softer than usual, and it's making him a little crazy in the best possible way.]
I just need someplace with no armrests if I'm going to play, so a couch or a chair without them. So anywhere should be fine, I guess. Just don't sit too close to the amp, it might hurt your ears, especially —
[since they're long and cute today and different from usual]
— since you're not used to the sounds it'll be making. Like, the tonal quality and stuff.
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[The bag is reluctantly deposited on the love seat. The apartment thus far is still fairly vacant, more in that Alucard hasn't really figured out what he wants to do with it at all now that he's agreed to be awake.
He trudges to the kitchen, taking a chair that is distinctly without any arm rests, setting it by Jotaro before Alucard retreats back to the love seat. Digging into the backpack, he looks pleased with the blanket the most and decides to bundle up in that.]
It's so soft.
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Good. It's good. He likes it, he's happy. He's warm now. He smells right. He wants to just — just be next to him, drape on him, he said Iris was giving him a hard time and he wants to be the one who makes that stop, makes him comfortable, makes him —
...What the fuck.
He rubs his hand across his mouth, hiding the lower half of his face as he tries to pull his fucking shit together, and then turns his attention to the kitchen chair because that's just easier to focus on right now. He shifts it toward the loveseat at an angle that will let Alucard easily see the way his hands move across the strings, then drops into it and starts hooking up his guitar with Star Platinum's help.]
...Good.
[He coughs a little, like he's clearing his throat getting ready to sing, and pretends like he's not just filling the air with sounds to regroup while he's otherwise at a loss for words.]
The songs have words. That I'm going to play, they...there's lyrics. I'm going to play you the vocal line anyway, but — I remembered too late that you won't know the words.
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It's all right.
I promise I'll enjoy it, however it turns out.
[He gives Jotaro his full attention, eager to listen to his efforts.]
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[He ducks his head just a little, focusing on the strings beneath his fingers, and runs a quick scale to loosen up his fingers before settling in.
The song starts slow, deceptively giving the impression that he might've chosen a ballad — and softly, under his breath, he's half-singing the lyrics just enough that the reason for his pick becomes apparent (I feel ali-i-i-ive...) before fading out again to a low mumble (in ecstasy, so don't - stop - me - now) as he works his way through the rest of the intro.
But then he hits the tempo change, and all of a sudden his whole demeanor seems to change with it; his fingers all but dance across the frets, and he's off like a shot.
By the time he hits the second verse, it's clear that he's enjoying himself; one line in and the memory of Freddie Mercury's voice becomes irresistible. This time, he's actually singing, less confident and more just out of familiarity (two hundred degrees! That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit — I'm traveling at the speed of light!), and though it's less of a proper performance and more simply that he's adding vocals to all of the objectively fun parts, two things immediately become evident:
He's really quite good at this, and doing it makes him happy — almost without even realizing it's doing it.]
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As he perks up, the blanket slides off his head, down his shoulders. His long ears look alert, his gaze bright and curious.
When he's finished, Alucard reaches out with a hand.]
Come here?
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Music has charms to soothe, or something — his dad used to say something like that, laughing. He'd never really put a lot of faith in it, until now.
But Alucard holds out a hand to him, and the sight of him curled on the loveseat brings that earlier sensation rushing back, that same ache to just...do something that he can't even place or identify.
But it starts, he thinks, with taking Alucard's hand.
Uncertainly, he sets his guitar aside and gets up, moving over to cover it with his own.]
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He reaches out with his other hand, claws cupping against Jotaro's cheek.]
Fuck me.
[It's softly spoken, yet still without much hesitation. It doesn't even sound like an order, but like an idea. He feels wet, like he's been feeling since Iris started, but it's more now and he wants so much he could cry.]
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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.
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And here Jotaro is, kneeling in front of him, holding his hand. It's charming, it really is.]
It's like... I'm on fire, on the inside. I don't... [Alucard shudders, a little ashamed to even describe how he's feeling.] It feels like a deep itch I can't scratch on my own.
I'm sorry. You don't need to do anything. [His ears flatten against his head. This is his friend, and he can't be selfish to ask him to do that.]
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[The soothing, comforting noise that escapes his throat surprises even him as soon as he makes it; that wasn't him, not exactly, but it was, and that's...strange.]
I think — I think Sanguis is...made to take care of you. Iris. I feel...
[He hesitates, lost for words. Sentences that start with I feel are always so complicated, and this situation already feels like it's spiraling out of control and he's just along for the ride no matter what he does.]
I'm going crazy because I can tell there's something wrong. Like I can't help it. Like if I don't take care of you I'll lose my mind. But that's — Sanguis. And Iris.
[He closes his eyes, another of those little growls falling from his lips without meaning to.]
I need to know what you want me to do. If you need...that. Or I can try to calm you down without it.
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