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abraxaslogs2024-03-09 09:46 pm
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[Alucard can feel that lean as much as he sees it. And so when Hilda stops short, what else can he do but grin back. In all of this seriousness and misery, there is real joy to be had in this. What they have between them and how gently silly it can be become.]
I think everyone already has confirmed those rumors. We're not subtle, and we're not quiet. [They've been making out in here enough. But that's not the point right now.
The point right now is Alucard hopping off the desk and proceeding to scoop Hilda up like a princess and doing it as if it is the easiest thing in the world. For Alucard, it's like carrying a light coat, and he heads right over to the sofa. Rather than place Hilda down first, he sits and then releases her into his lap. His face flirts with being smug, but it never quite get there.]
You were saying about testing the sofa? Unless you'd prefer me on your lap.
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We're quiet! I don't know what you're doing about.
[ It's not like they kiss loudly. And Alucard's moans are usually pressed and muffled into something - but yes, that's besides the point. As he picks her up she loops her arms loosely around his neck more for a place to put them than to steady herself. She knows that she's safe in his arms.
As soon as he's seated she makes quick work of adjusting herself. Namely by straddling him, thighs keeping him close. Immediately her fingers begin to wind gently through his hair, gently combing through it. ]
Mmm, no this is good. Looking up at you all the time is really starting to give me a neck cramp.
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[Alucard is chronically terrible at the concept of subtle and that's just What It Is at this point. Just like how he seems always destined to be a comfy Hilda perch, and that's also What It Is in the best way possible.
There's a soft laugh as Alucard leans forward, aware he's looking up and pretending the motion is about letting Hilda have better access to his hair.]
Well, I suppose the other option is sitting with my back to you and letting you get creative in styling my hair. But I like this much more right now.
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Ohh, so you're why they're starting to think the rumours are true.
[ A saccharine wicked little grin begins to spread to her face. Her fingers loop a little further into his hair to bring him a little bit closer to her as her voice lowers. ]
I prefer this too. But I could style your hair as long as you don't muffle your moans. I like hearing them.
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[There's a little bit more of a self defacing smile on Alucard's face, happy to admit that the fault is his. It's share, in reality, but it's funnier if he says it. Dracula was not a creature given to subtle, and while his mother would protest otherwise, she could sometimes be just as bad.
Alucard lets himself be guided, coming to rest his chin on Hilda's shoulder.]
Maybe this for now. And then my hair later, if we ever get around to it.
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[ The Goneril's, as upstanding as they were, were still loud and boisterous in their joy and battle skills. They were larger than life on the battlefield, and just as much of the life of the party during their celebrations.
Despite it having been a large factor in Hilda being grateful for time away from her family at the Academy, she had quietly missed the ridiculous antics that she'd sometimes hear from the other end of the castle. It's enough to bring a fondness to her features at the thought before she wipes it away with a look of begrudging acceptance (which is to say it's the farthest thing from it). ]
I think when I'm done we'll definitely have to fix your hair. [ Her hands move his hair aside revealing the long line of his neck and her lips begin to softly leave a trail down it. ] Otherwise the rumours really will become true.
aim to wrap in another tag or two?
[Alucard can't remember how much he's told Hilda of his parent's courtship. His mother stabbing a bat into the castle door when first meeting his father and then dressing him down for the total lack of hospitality. Literally everything about his father. Their loss has gotten a little bit better with time, but he had time to mourn before arriving in Abraxas too. They're gone. For good. Hilda...who's to say what she might find when she goes home?
It's the least appropriate thought for the moment, all wrapped up in each other and teasing like this. A soft, warm laugh escapes the dhampir as he leans his head further to the side, ensuring there's more neck to kiss.]
You can fix it elaborately then, and we'll see how long the design lasts.
[A little exhale follows the warm lips pressing against his neck. Turns out, vampires like neck stuff being done to them too.]
I won't mind if they are.
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[ As much as she complains about them, they really aren't that bad and she knows it. After all, she doesn't certainly think she could get to a point where she could see herself killing her own father.
His little exhale doesn't go unnoticed and the smile on her lips grows wider against his cool skin. Her tongue languidly laps against a spot. ]
Who are you and what have you done with Adrian?
aaand thread.
[Parents are not for making out on your situationship's couch, Alucard knows tat much. What he does know is that Hilda's tongue feels absolutely wonderful against his neck, and there is no controlling the little shiver of delight that responds to it. The arms around her squeeze gently, confirming that the movement is no fluke.]
I'm still Adrian, promise.