[ He could be wrong, but Alucard was also used to seeing some things that others did not. In any case, he doesn't look put out, taking in Astarion's expression from a vantage point probably few have ever gotten the time to. He digs his shoulder into the mattress, uses it for leverage to slide warmly into Astarion's space. ]
But it's still enough.
[ He leans in, aiming to press his own kiss to Astarion's forehead, a mirror of the unprompted affection the other man had given him earlier. ]
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[ He could be wrong, but Alucard was also used to seeing some things that others did not. In any case, he doesn't look put out, taking in Astarion's expression from a vantage point probably few have ever gotten the time to. He digs his shoulder into the mattress, uses it for leverage to slide warmly into Astarion's space. ]
But it's still enough.
[ He leans in, aiming to press his own kiss to Astarion's forehead, a mirror of the unprompted affection the other man had given him earlier. ]