Every time I think I've run out of new things to see or try, there's always something.
[Like this. This is definitely new to him. And as intimidating and unsettling as this form is, there's still a pull in the pit of his stomach at the idea of being-- most literally-- completely surrounded and enveloped by a sexual partner.
The touch to his wrist is strange, but not unpleasant. Aside from the relative temperature, it's not near even the feeling of a vampire touching him. There's nothing that hints at skin-- of course there isn't, he's a bloody mass of smoke.
He doesn't know where to look-- if he should look Alucard in the eyes (if so, which ones?) or about where he thinks his face perhaps ought to be, or-- his eyes just don't know where to settle. Experimentally, he reaches a hand out to touch-- about where he thinks Alucard's shoulder might be, if the vague human-adjacent shape is anything to go by. If he even has a shoulder like this.]
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Every time I think I've run out of new things to see or try, there's always something.
[Like this. This is definitely new to him. And as intimidating and unsettling as this form is, there's still a pull in the pit of his stomach at the idea of being-- most literally-- completely surrounded and enveloped by a sexual partner.
The touch to his wrist is strange, but not unpleasant. Aside from the relative temperature, it's not near even the feeling of a vampire touching him. There's nothing that hints at skin-- of course there isn't, he's a bloody mass of smoke.
He doesn't know where to look-- if he should look Alucard in the eyes (if so, which ones?) or about where he thinks his face perhaps ought to be, or-- his eyes just don't know where to settle. Experimentally, he reaches a hand out to touch-- about where he thinks Alucard's shoulder might be, if the vague human-adjacent shape is anything to go by. If he even has a shoulder like this.]
What are you still able to do like this?