[The longer he stands there across from Rhy like this, the more he wants to close the distance between them. To touch him, kiss him, something more than gaze across at him with this helpless yearning, churning in his gut, at once heady and sickening in the same breath. It's too much, a dangerous combination that has his tongue running away from him before his head has really though any of the words through.]
And how does the reality compare? Or shall I offer further practical demonstration first?
[Will he allow him a kiss, Alucard wonders, as he gazes into Rhy's bright amber eyes. Or did he forego those privileges the moment he left the prince's bed that night and had his world turned upside down. Will he hate him for trying anyway? He supposes that there is only one way of finding out, even as he hesitates. Three years of distance heavy in the air between them.]
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And how does the reality compare? Or shall I offer further practical demonstration first?
[Will he allow him a kiss, Alucard wonders, as he gazes into Rhy's bright amber eyes. Or did he forego those privileges the moment he left the prince's bed that night and had his world turned upside down. Will he hate him for trying anyway? He supposes that there is only one way of finding out, even as he hesitates. Three years of distance heavy in the air between them.]