[A confident, masculine smile spreads across Alucard's face.]
Haven't I always?
[He leans in towards Rhy, drawn into the younger man at his touch, like a moth to a lantern in the dark. No. Like a flower to the sun. Rhy is a handsome man, and even more so with a few more years under his belt. But Alucard also knows that he shines, with an inner light so bright and pure that he'd give anything to cup his hands around that flame and hold it tight. To bathe in it and know that against all odds the prince has chosen him.
And then a shadow passes through Rhy's eyes and the pounding in Alucard's own chest turns from heady romantic bliss to the knowledge that this is the first they have properly met in three years. Alucard has half a mind to close the distance between them anyway, because he knows how to get under Rhy's skin and he can probably distract him long enough to make a decent attempt at an escape. But he is right there and the look in his eyes... He'd never hurt him like that again. Never on purpose, at any rate.]
...ah.
[Alucard says, eloquently. Fingertips brushing lightly against the fabric of Rhy's shirtfront as he smiles at the prince anew. This time meeting his gaze no longer as the love-struck young royal he might have been but as Alucard Emery of the Night Spire. Captain. Privateer.]
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Haven't I always?
[He leans in towards Rhy, drawn into the younger man at his touch, like a moth to a lantern in the dark. No. Like a flower to the sun. Rhy is a handsome man, and even more so with a few more years under his belt. But Alucard also knows that he shines, with an inner light so bright and pure that he'd give anything to cup his hands around that flame and hold it tight. To bathe in it and know that against all odds the prince has chosen him.
And then a shadow passes through Rhy's eyes and the pounding in Alucard's own chest turns from heady romantic bliss to the knowledge that this is the first they have properly met in three years. Alucard has half a mind to close the distance between them anyway, because he knows how to get under Rhy's skin and he can probably distract him long enough to make a decent attempt at an escape. But he is right there and the look in his eyes... He'd never hurt him like that again. Never on purpose, at any rate.]
...ah.
[Alucard says, eloquently. Fingertips brushing lightly against the fabric of Rhy's shirtfront as he smiles at the prince anew. This time meeting his gaze no longer as the love-struck young royal he might have been but as Alucard Emery of the Night Spire. Captain. Privateer.]
You make quite the welcome.