[Alucard has changed. It isn't so much the way he looks, and it may not be noticeable to anyone who didn't know him well, but Rhy - Rhy can't help but notice it. It's in the way he holds himself, his scent, the light in his eyes. It's different, and how could it not be, after three years apart? But it's still Alucard, and that is where Rhy's weak point is. He is still handsome, still charming, still manages to tug at the strings of Rhy's heart in a way no one else has.
He can't quite bring himself to pull away, though he knows he probably should. It's not because of any outside effect anymore, but instead just the rush, the wonder of seeing Alucard again. As if for a moment he can forget everything that came before, and simply bask in his presence.]
I've always been excellent at that, as well.
[With anyone else Rhy's words would be easy, smooth, carefree. He finds it so easy to keep his balance, to be the frivolous and charming prince that everyone loves. But with Alucard, he can't manage it. His words come out almost breathless, even the tiniest bit uncertain. He can't find his footing.
He wants to ask what are you doing here? or why are you here? or why now? but he can't quite bring himself to. His fingers flex, almost against his will, brushing against Alucard's face. He's real.]
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He can't quite bring himself to pull away, though he knows he probably should. It's not because of any outside effect anymore, but instead just the rush, the wonder of seeing Alucard again. As if for a moment he can forget everything that came before, and simply bask in his presence.]
I've always been excellent at that, as well.
[With anyone else Rhy's words would be easy, smooth, carefree. He finds it so easy to keep his balance, to be the frivolous and charming prince that everyone loves. But with Alucard, he can't manage it. His words come out almost breathless, even the tiniest bit uncertain. He can't find his footing.
He wants to ask what are you doing here? or why are you here? or why now? but he can't quite bring himself to. His fingers flex, almost against his will, brushing against Alucard's face. He's real.]
I wasn't expecting you.