[it seems best to let alucard manage his own hair and body from there, so soma pulls his body away from his "boyfriend's" and grabs some body wash for himself. they've been in the shower for long enough, after all, and it's just faster for them to wash themselves than for them to wash each other.
soma spends a lot less time in the shower than alucard does, given that his hair is short enough to be washed with a few lazy passes and doesn't need to be washed from root to tip, so he leaves the bathroom soon enough, belatedly realizing that he didn't bring any clean clothes in with him. well, whatever. no one's in the apartment to see them anyway.]
[Alucard dips his head, still busy tending his hair by the time Soma is done. Even if he wants to sleep, he won't be satisfied with a lazy wash!]
I will see you shortly.
["Shortly" is about ten minutes later. Alucard emerges with his hair freshly combed and braided, a towel wrapped about his waist since he, too, failed to bring clean clothes. He glances around warily, looking to see if Soma's girls are still out and about.]
[at least one of soma's girls is hard at work. persephone is wrestling with her magical vacuum cleaner, rather cutely trying to navigate it around alucat, who has deigned to make an appearance. ordinarily, the demon maid is the stoic, expressionless type, but even her professional demeanor falters slightly at the sight of alucard thus disrobed. "oh!" she squeaks, self-consciously adjusting her apron. "pray excuse me, milord!"
the other girl is, well... less hard-working. alura une was ostensibly contracted to heal soma's remaining scrapes, but she seems to have pinned soma to the couch with her vines, and is mock-crying coquettishly.
the intended result of this is apparently to earn soma's attention. unfortunately, he's falling for her little cute-girl act, and is petting her hair in an effort to soothe her.]
Aw, c'mon, Alura, it hasn't been that long, don't cry... oh, hey, Alucard.
[He only nods at Persephone, unbothered by her presence. It's the demoness with her tendrils all over Soma that ruffles him. Alucard primly steps into the bedroom to put some loungewear on, emerging to cast a judging glance at his familiar's overwrought displays of affection.]
If you're truly concerned about your master, you'll heal him up and let him rest.
[alura pouts when she's told off, though to soma's credit, he doesn't really notice as he leans back against the couch and dreamily takes in the vision that is alucard, topless, with his hair neatly braided.]
You look so nice like that...
[oops. the venus weed's mood absolutely sours when she hears that — thankfully, her intended method of sulking is indeed to heal soma up and flounce away in a whirl of petals.]
[Goodness, look at her face pucker up. Soma really shouldn't indulge her like that, it'll only make her misbehave. Alucard glances down at himself. He feels almost slovenly in this state, but he can't really wear a shirt while his hair is wet...]
If you say so. Now —
[He approaches the couch, holding his hand down to Soma]
[soma's definitely not complaining. he's used to looking surly, but now he's got this big, goofy grin on his face — the smile of a man who still can't believe what he has — and he leans forward to kiss alucard's fingers as he stands.]
[He's terribly charming like this, though with the afterglow having faded, having that expression directed at him is slightly embarrassing. Best to lie down before it's gone entirely. Alucard turns and starts off, leading him toward the bed.]
That was my intention. I suppose there's no need to steal your bed during the day, now.
[Might as well admit to that, though he thinks Soma knows. He did forget to change the pillowcases that one time...]
[soma quite happily flops into bed beside alucard, practically oozing sunshine and flowers. considering that he had a bomb blow up in his face, this is still, somehow, the best day of his life.]
Should I buy us a new bed? [the question of someone who has absolutely no qualms about what it might cost.] Do you need more space?
[Alucard settles on his side, pulling Soma up against his chest. Really, they're both slender enough that there's space for the two of them even without being this close, but he wants to be close. Typically he's not quite so clingy, but the combination of nearly losing Soma and then finally giving in to his feelings makes the prospect of being apart from him unbearable. He curls over until his nose nestles in Soma's hair, soothed by his scent.]
This is fine, [comes the soft reply.]
[Unless Soma gets distracted while trying to sleep on school nights, of course. Then he'll probably demand a bigger bed.]
[soma's been aching to be lovey-dovey with alucard for months, and yet... somehow, the way he pulls soma in and immediately beelines for soma's scalp is actually a little embarrassing. it's a pleasant embarrassment, though, and the boy wonders vaguely if he still smells irrestistible to the dhampir. despite himself becoming part-vampire, and loving the taste of alucard's blood, soma still does not have blood cravings strong enough to make all foods taste bad in comparison. (maybe it really is because he never drinks blood, soma thinks, rather sleepily. that, or soma just won the vampire lottery.)
with their bodies nestled together, soma needs only snuggle a bit closer and tip his head back to kiss alucard's neck with loving tenderness. he settles heavily into the mattress, content.]
...Mmkay. G'night. [and, after a brief pause:] ...Mi vida.
[That's not a language he expected Soma to use, but it's charming. Is it because he's too shy to say something like that in his native language? Alucard is guilty of the same, he doubts if he'll ever be able to say he loves him. But...]
Goodnight, Soma a meu.
[The chances Soma knows Romanian are about 50/50. What with him embracing his power now, he may very well understand that Alucard just called him "My Soma".]
Edited (I can conjugate masculine and feminine I swear) 2017-09-15 06:05 (UTC)
[and with that, soma dies of too much happiness and embarrassment. goodbye, world!
...well, he doesn't die. the next morning is frantic, if only because soma has to learn very quickly how to glamour over his fangs and ears — and then he has to go to school, and pretend that everything's normal.
mina immediately notices that something is different. he does his best to hide it from her, but eventually he fesses up — the explosion in his apartment yesterday left him wounded, so he had to use his powers to heal himself. that's as much as he'll confess. he doesn't want her to know that he's immortal — that, eventually, he'll have to leave her behind.
(she'll figure it out eventually. it's just — he doesn't want her to know right now.)
"and alucard?" mina presses.
"uh," soma stammers, not very gracefully, "he's cool. we're cool."
mina is unconvinced. "you're blushing, soma," she points out, very gently. "something happened, right?"
he tells her that they might be kind of sort of dating now, which is still weird to talk about, especially so flippantly — soma's pretty sure that alucard isn't the "dating type," so anything coming from him is a lifelong commitment. still, they're not married, or anything close to it, and he just doesn't have the vocabulary to express what their relationship is besides boyfriends. or weird father-son-but-not-really bullshit.
mina's supportive, at least. way more supportive than soma thought she would be. she laughs, and she pushes his arm, and she says — playfully, seriously — "soma, get that like it's on sale."
soma's still blushing by the time he comes home, and he lets his glamours down.]
[It's lucky that Soma had already been having magic lessons with Alucard, otherwise he would be forced to put on fake latex ears and contacts and pretend he's going through a phase. As it is, he manages nicely. Alucard is surprised to discover that he's almost disappointed when the ears and the eyes change back... they're comforting and familiar, though he doesn't allow himself to think on that too heavily since the reason is somewhat disturbing.
Alucard's day isn't spent idly. He spends it writing up a report to give to Yoko — Soma is in no danger now, he has no need to follow him to school. After all, given time, Soma will surpass Alucard's abilities (in terms of raw power he's already there), so protecting him isn't necessary.
He still wants to, of course.
The report Alucard submits will read almost exactly like it was written by his future self, save for having more flowery writing because that's just how things were done back then. It's concise and objective, and states that Soma's in good physical and mental shape after embracing his power. He also reports the behavior of his familiars, noting that they're more affectionate and human-like, like his father's used to be before he gave in to despair entirely. Since the castle and the creatures within reflect the master, he considers that to be a good sign. Soma's current mastery of magic is laid out too, and the report ends with Alucard saying that he's going to continue living with and teaching him for the time being rather than return to work proper. He'll just send it directly to Yoko and let her deal with making it sound more modern before showing it to anyone else.
Bless her, really. Even if he won't be able to look her in the eye again for awhile.
By the time Soma returns, he's all finished and lazing on the couch with a book and some pretentious classical music playing, looking like he hasn't done a single thing.]
[not like soma would be upset even if alucard hadn't done a single thing. even after all these months, it's somehow always a surprise to walk in on the dhampir just lounging and relaxing, effortlessly beautiful, like something out of a movie, too pristine, too pure. for a moment soma asks himself when he last cleaned his room, but then he remembers that persephone took care of it yesterday.]
No, nothing's wrong. I just...
[get that like it's on sale, mina said.]
...N-Nothing's wrong. What'd you do while I was out?
I wrote a report. Eventually, I will need to take on the duties I was fulfilling before, so it's best to not burn any bridges. Fortunately, for now the primary thing I would need to do is what I am already doing — aiding you in adjusting to your powers.
[Alucard sets his book to the side and uncrosses his legs, indicating that he's properly paying attention to Soma now. He glances at his ears and his eyes, pursing his lips slightly.]
Nah, it was easy. I mean... you know I'm not the best with transformations, but no one gave me any weird glances or anything.
[he has homework to do, and a quiz tomorrow that he should study for, but all the same, soma slides onto the sofa seat beside alucard. he tucks his hair behind his ears. clearly, he knows he's being watched, and he's encouraging it.]
[Before he realizes what he's doing, his hand lifts in response like he's going to reach out and play with them — but Soma just got home from school, and he's not about to indulge him when he still has work to do. Alucard's hand drops back to his lap.]
Mmm. I did not particularly see the appeal when it came to my own ears, but then again, I suppose I've never actually seen them.
[Other than the drawing Soma did for him. Will Soma even still be able to see himself in an ordinary mirror, he wonders...?]
[oh, look at that, soma's pouting. just a little bit, though. you're such a stick in the mud, alucard!
...the comment about not being able to see his own ears does give soma pause, though. what he's about to propose is a little embarrassing, but if it's for a good cause...]
...Uh... hey, about that. Do you, um... do you want to see yourself again?
[Ah, look at him sulk... perhaps he is being just a bit too harsh. He hasn't even taken off his uniform yet; the boy probably needs a chance to unwind. Alucard considers for another minute, then he nods.]
[blushing somewhat, soma dives into his schoolbag and pulls out a sketchbook. it's not the same one he showed alucard all those weeks ago — this one is new, with a sleek black cover, and soma has filled around thirty-five of its fifty creamy pages.]
...It's, um... I wasn't gonna show this to you, but since you still can't see yourself in mirrors... D-Don't get mad, okay?
[soma holds it out to his "boyfriend," unwilling to meet his gaze. assuming alucard opens up the sketchbook, he'll find that it's absolutely filled with sketches of himself. most of the sketches were soma drawing off his memories — there are pictures of alucard sleeping; alucard with his hair tied up; alucard in arikado's suits.
other sketches, though, were drawn purely off soma's imagination — alucard shirtless, lounging in a bathtub; alucard in nothing but leather pants, pushing his hair back from his face, with one elbow in the air, like a model; alucard staring at the viewer with a seductive, come-hither air that the real alucard lacks...
...well, it's not hard to guess what the artist of these sketches wanted from his subject. but that's old news anyway, right? right?
soma tries to play it cool.]
I'll... uh... I'll start my homework while you look at that...
[At first, he doesn't have much of a reaction. After all, he took (will take?) pictures of Soma without his consent, this is arguably innocent in comparison. Soma will have plenty of time to sneak off to do his homework since Alucard spends awhile on each sketch, taking in details he usually can't see. But as the number of drawings increases, so does Soma's clear preoccupation with sex. By the end, he's left with slightly red cheeks after looking right at that lustful stare. Is that what he looked like yesterday? It's so lewd!
He clears his throat, daring to glance up at Soma again.]
Well, it's... well drawn. That last one... I don't really look like that, do I?
[seated at his desk, soma bends over some math exercises, tapping the end of his eraser against his blank worksheet. he tries to pretend he's not secretly dying of shame.]
Most of the later ones were just, uh — they weren't life studies.
[wow, that is a great way to put that. he's a genius.]
...But, uh, the first part of the book is pretty accurate.
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soma spends a lot less time in the shower than alucard does, given that his hair is short enough to be washed with a few lazy passes and doesn't need to be washed from root to tip, so he leaves the bathroom soon enough, belatedly realizing that he didn't bring any clean clothes in with him. well, whatever. no one's in the apartment to see them anyway.]
I'm gonna clean up. You can take your time.
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I will see you shortly.
["Shortly" is about ten minutes later. Alucard emerges with his hair freshly combed and braided, a towel wrapped about his waist since he, too, failed to bring clean clothes. He glances around warily, looking to see if Soma's girls are still out and about.]
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the other girl is, well... less hard-working. alura une was ostensibly contracted to heal soma's remaining scrapes, but she seems to have pinned soma to the couch with her vines, and is mock-crying coquettishly.
the intended result of this is apparently to earn soma's attention. unfortunately, he's falling for her little cute-girl act, and is petting her hair in an effort to soothe her.]
Aw, c'mon, Alura, it hasn't been that long, don't cry... oh, hey, Alucard.
[at least he's dressed.]
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If you're truly concerned about your master, you'll heal him up and let him rest.
[Read: get off of him.]
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You look so nice like that...
[oops. the venus weed's mood absolutely sours when she hears that — thankfully, her intended method of sulking is indeed to heal soma up and flounce away in a whirl of petals.]
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If you say so. Now —
[He approaches the couch, holding his hand down to Soma]
Shall we get to bed?
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That depends. Are we gonna cuddle up together?
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That was my intention. I suppose there's no need to steal your bed during the day, now.
[Might as well admit to that, though he thinks Soma knows. He did forget to change the pillowcases that one time...]
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Should I buy us a new bed? [the question of someone who has absolutely no qualms about what it might cost.] Do you need more space?
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This is fine, [comes the soft reply.]
[Unless Soma gets distracted while trying to sleep on school nights, of course. Then he'll probably demand a bigger bed.]
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with their bodies nestled together, soma needs only snuggle a bit closer and tip his head back to kiss alucard's neck with loving tenderness. he settles heavily into the mattress, content.]
...Mmkay. G'night. [and, after a brief pause:] ...Mi vida.
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Goodnight, Soma a meu.
[The chances Soma knows Romanian are about 50/50. What with him embracing his power now, he may very well understand that Alucard just called him "My Soma".]
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...well, he doesn't die. the next morning is frantic, if only because soma has to learn very quickly how to glamour over his fangs and ears — and then he has to go to school, and pretend that everything's normal.
mina immediately notices that something is different. he does his best to hide it from her, but eventually he fesses up — the explosion in his apartment yesterday left him wounded, so he had to use his powers to heal himself. that's as much as he'll confess. he doesn't want her to know that he's immortal — that, eventually, he'll have to leave her behind.
(she'll figure it out eventually. it's just — he doesn't want her to know right now.)
"and alucard?" mina presses.
"uh," soma stammers, not very gracefully, "he's cool. we're cool."
mina is unconvinced. "you're blushing, soma," she points out, very gently. "something happened, right?"
he tells her that they might be kind of sort of dating now, which is still weird to talk about, especially so flippantly — soma's pretty sure that alucard isn't the "dating type," so anything coming from him is a lifelong commitment. still, they're not married, or anything close to it, and he just doesn't have the vocabulary to express what their relationship is besides boyfriends. or weird father-son-but-not-really bullshit.
mina's supportive, at least. way more supportive than soma thought she would be. she laughs, and she pushes his arm, and she says — playfully, seriously — "soma, get that like it's on sale."
soma's still blushing by the time he comes home, and he lets his glamours down.]
Alucard? I'm home...
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Alucard's day isn't spent idly. He spends it writing up a report to give to Yoko — Soma is in no danger now, he has no need to follow him to school. After all, given time, Soma will surpass Alucard's abilities (in terms of raw power he's already there), so protecting him isn't necessary.
He still wants to, of course.
The report Alucard submits will read almost exactly like it was written by his future self, save for having more flowery writing because that's just how things were done back then. It's concise and objective, and states that Soma's in good physical and mental shape after embracing his power. He also reports the behavior of his familiars, noting that they're more affectionate and human-like, like his father's used to be before he gave in to despair entirely. Since the castle and the creatures within reflect the master, he considers that to be a good sign. Soma's current mastery of magic is laid out too, and the report ends with Alucard saying that he's going to continue living with and teaching him for the time being rather than return to work proper. He'll just send it directly to Yoko and let her deal with making it sound more modern before showing it to anyone else.
Bless her, really. Even if he won't be able to look her in the eye again for awhile.
By the time Soma returns, he's all finished and lazing on the couch with a book and some pretentious classical music playing, looking like he hasn't done a single thing.]
Welcome home. ...is something the matter?
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[not like soma would be upset even if alucard hadn't done a single thing. even after all these months, it's somehow always a surprise to walk in on the dhampir just lounging and relaxing, effortlessly beautiful, like something out of a movie, too pristine, too pure. for a moment soma asks himself when he last cleaned his room, but then he remembers that persephone took care of it yesterday.]
No, nothing's wrong. I just...
[get that like it's on sale, mina said.]
...N-Nothing's wrong. What'd you do while I was out?
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[Alucard sets his book to the side and uncrosses his legs, indicating that he's properly paying attention to Soma now. He glances at his ears and his eyes, pursing his lips slightly.]
Did you have any trouble maintaining a glamour?
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[he has homework to do, and a quiz tomorrow that he should study for, but all the same, soma slides onto the sofa seat beside alucard. he tucks his hair behind his ears. clearly, he knows he's being watched, and he's encouraging it.]
They're cute, right?
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Mmm. I did not particularly see the appeal when it came to my own ears, but then again, I suppose I've never actually seen them.
[Other than the drawing Soma did for him. Will Soma even still be able to see himself in an ordinary mirror, he wonders...?]
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...the comment about not being able to see his own ears does give soma pause, though. what he's about to propose is a little embarrassing, but if it's for a good cause...]
...Uh... hey, about that. Do you, um... do you want to see yourself again?
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That depends. Are you putting off something?
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[that was absolutely a childish whine, but can you blame him? he's being accused of something he didn't do (yet)! he's innocent!]
I just... um, I have something to show you? [and a lot to confess.] If you want to see it, I mean.
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All right. I am curious, now.
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...It's, um... I wasn't gonna show this to you, but since you still can't see yourself in mirrors... D-Don't get mad, okay?
[soma holds it out to his "boyfriend," unwilling to meet his gaze. assuming alucard opens up the sketchbook, he'll find that it's absolutely filled with sketches of himself. most of the sketches were soma drawing off his memories — there are pictures of alucard sleeping; alucard with his hair tied up; alucard in arikado's suits.
other sketches, though, were drawn purely off soma's imagination — alucard shirtless, lounging in a bathtub; alucard in nothing but leather pants, pushing his hair back from his face, with one elbow in the air, like a model; alucard staring at the viewer with a seductive, come-hither air that the real alucard lacks...
...well, it's not hard to guess what the artist of these sketches wanted from his subject. but that's old news anyway, right? right?
soma tries to play it cool.]
I'll... uh... I'll start my homework while you look at that...
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He clears his throat, daring to glance up at Soma again.]
Well, it's... well drawn. That last one... I don't really look like that, do I?
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[seated at his desk, soma bends over some math exercises, tapping the end of his eraser against his blank worksheet. he tries to pretend he's not secretly dying of shame.]
Most of the later ones were just, uh — they weren't life studies.
[wow, that is a great way to put that. he's a genius.]
...But, uh, the first part of the book is pretty accurate.
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vampires, 2spooky
oooOooOOooooOO
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