Once Herbert settles, Alfred calms...and, steadying himself, he sets to work. The tremors in his hands still as he sets to careful brush strokes, every touch gentle, careful. Tracing the lines he had just learned against the vampire's skin, rendering him in paint.
He looks over, every so often, to compare what he is doing to his subject. And every time he does...every time, he wears a soft little smile.
Alfred has never been with a man before. He's never flirted with one, never slept in one's arms. But in spite of all this, in spite of what had brought him here, he finds that he is...starting to feel at home. Not necessarily in the castle, but....
Herbert. Herbert is beginning to feel like home.
So if he's going to do this, he's going to do what feels right. He's going to be a gentleman, and he's going to treat Herbert like....
"...You look like a Prince," he mumbles, absently, lost in his thoughts. "Out of a fairy tale."
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Date: 2021-11-24 08:16 am (UTC)He looks over, every so often, to compare what he is doing to his subject. And every time he does...every time, he wears a soft little smile.
Alfred has never been with a man before. He's never flirted with one, never slept in one's arms. But in spite of all this, in spite of what had brought him here, he finds that he is...starting to feel at home. Not necessarily in the castle, but....
Herbert. Herbert is beginning to feel like home.
So if he's going to do this, he's going to do what feels right. He's going to be a gentleman, and he's going to treat Herbert like....
"...You look like a Prince," he mumbles, absently, lost in his thoughts. "Out of a fairy tale."