[ he knows this form can be kind of unsettling, but there's not much he can do about it right now. and it's true--there's enough familiarity for things to not be a big problem, and some of the mouths even smile at the comment, toothy and a little too amused. ]
I'd hope for them to come up with something new, but I don't think I'd like to see what they'd come up with.
[ his voice is low, and it sort of revertibrates in the bones. he's everywhere and nowhere all at once, which is probably also odd, but he is what he is.
he shifts closer, in part human-shaped but only sort of, and one dark, smoky hand slips out to idly touch the bone of remus' wrist. it's slow, testing--they're not going to get out of this easily, but he doesn't have to spring the whole shebang on him at once.
the touch will feel odd: smooth, soft, cool. it's not bad but it's certainly in no way even remotely human. ]
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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I'd hope for them to come up with something new, but I don't think I'd like to see what they'd come up with.
[ his voice is low, and it sort of revertibrates in the bones. he's everywhere and nowhere all at once, which is probably also odd, but he is what he is.
he shifts closer, in part human-shaped but only sort of, and one dark, smoky hand slips out to idly touch the bone of remus' wrist. it's slow, testing--they're not going to get out of this easily, but he doesn't have to spring the whole shebang on him at once.
the touch will feel odd: smooth, soft, cool. it's not bad but it's certainly in no way even remotely human. ]
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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?