[Alucard yearns for this. To be with someone who will take him for everything that he is, all of his humanity and lack thereof. He'd yearned for Sypha and Trevor, but it was likely inevitable they would find each other; he was not blind, after all. Sumi and Taka, at first, was fast and intimate and he didn't care because he thought he would be loved.
But now, he wants to take his time. Not just for his own sake, but... for hers, too.
So he keeps holding her, as a prince should.]
If they do not frighten you, then yes. As you wish.
[So he tips his head more naturally, less likely to hide them. His lips part, and his fangs show.]
I think you could be frightening, if you wanted to be. But you aren't.
[It feels important, somehow, to acknowledge that. Important not to look only as far as the fairness of his face and the comfortable strength of his arms, and take only from him the parts that best fit with a picture of what the stories would say he ought to be. Important to realize that before this, before him, she didn't know that vampires could be gentle, or that they sometimes fall in love with brash young women who knock the pommel of their knives against their doors.
Important to give him a chance to be himself, she realizes at length, when the world has rarely ever afforded him the opportunity to be.]
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But now, he wants to take his time. Not just for his own sake, but... for hers, too.
So he keeps holding her, as a prince should.]
If they do not frighten you, then yes. As you wish.
[So he tips his head more naturally, less likely to hide them. His lips part, and his fangs show.]
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[It feels important, somehow, to acknowledge that. Important not to look only as far as the fairness of his face and the comfortable strength of his arms, and take only from him the parts that best fit with a picture of what the stories would say he ought to be. Important to realize that before this, before him, she didn't know that vampires could be gentle, or that they sometimes fall in love with brash young women who knock the pommel of their knives against their doors.
Important to give him a chance to be himself, she realizes at length, when the world has rarely ever afforded him the opportunity to be.]
I like that about you. That you're not...
[Her cheeks flush.]
Oh, I don't know what I'm saying.