Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

[heyhohey]

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[loveinsideme]

"Well the professor, certainly. We get human blood so rarely, it's always a treat." He sighs, wistfully. "I wish I had been the one to turn you. I'm so jealous that it was Sarah. But I'm glad you came back, and I'm here with you now."

[heyhohey]

Alfred swallows hard at the vivid mental image he gets of the party descending upon his mentor, the way he would scream as he was drained dry, the way he would no doubt beg for the help of his assistant-

Oh, he feels a little sick. He swallows hard, clenching his eyes shut for a moment to shake his head and try to dispel the thought.

When he opens them again, he brings his hands together to twiddle his fingers. Always so anxious.

"I sort of...if it had to happen, I...I sort of wish...it had been you. You wouldn't have...left me for dead. She did. I...."

He looks pathetic - shivering in the foyer in drenched clothes that don't belong to him, eyes welling up with heartbreak, paled skin going a little further off-color with overwhelm.

[loveinsideme]

"Oh, mon chéri -- " Herbert pulls Alfred into his arms and gives him a tight hug, petting his hair. "Why don't we get you into a warm bath? It will help you relax and warm up a little."

He knows that his father loves Sarah dearly, but Herbert hates that she just left Alfred out in the cold after turning him. He's going to have to have a Talk with her.

[heyhohey]

He doesn't even fight the hug, doesn't cringe, doesn't wince.

In fact, he buries his face in Herbert's shoulder for a moment, his tears soaking into the other man's shirt.

"Mhmm," he whimpers, weakly, muffled.

[loveinsideme]

He rocks Alfred gently, back and forth, rubbing his back. "All right. We'll use my room for now, until we find one for you. There are plenty of rooms for you, you'll have your own space. But for now, you're welcome to my room. What's mine is yours, hmm?"

[heyhohey]

That helps. Slowly his sniffling subsides, his hands gingerly wrapping around Herbert's waist.

"...Okay. I - thank you. Thank you, Herbert."

[loveinsideme]

"Of course, of course. And we'll get you some clothes, too." He pulls back a little, stroking Alfred's cheek. "Come, I'll draw you a bath. Tomorrow, I'll teach you to hunt. We can't have you going hungry, can we?"

[heyhohey]

"That sounds...that sounds good. I can...tailor and mend, if I need to."

At the word hunt, he cringes again, though, even though he's calmed. Always wincing. Always anxious. "...I don't know if I'll be any good at hunting. I've never killed...anything, not on purpose."

[loveinsideme]

"It's not too bad, once you get used to it. The first few kills I'll help you with, of course. While you're still learning."

He wraps his arm around Alfred's shoulder, leading him towards his bedroom. "You might need to do some tailoring, if you're going to wear my clothes." Herbert is not a small man.

[heyhohey]

"...If you...say so."

Steadied by the touch, Alfred follows under the arm - it feels strange to walk these halls without feeling like he must be subtle. He belongs here, now. Maybe a little bit of him felt that he belonged here in the first place.

In spite of himself, he laughs at that comment, stealing a bashful little look up at his new...mentor? Friend? ...Something else?

"I can do that. If you ever need anything mended, I can - I can do that, too. I know how to sew, and mend, and darn. I used to do it for the Professor. Mother taught me."

Having a purpose makes him feel a little better, it seems.

[loveinsideme]

"Sewing and darning, how wonderful! Mother never taught me anything useful like that. She and father spoiled me awfully, so I never learned to do much for myself. I'm utterly useless for anything but standing around looking pretty.

I'm good at hunting, I suppose. But I had to learn that more of of necessity than want."

[heyhohey]

"Oh," Alfred chuckles, nervously, not quite sure what the polite response to that would be. Herbert is calling himself spoiled, but is it rude to just...agree? Would it be more rude to try to counter the statement?

Eventually, he settles on none of those things.

"Well, if you...would ever like to learn, I can teach you. You know, just so you...you can feel like you know how?"

Great job Alfred, not an obvious statement at all.

[loveinsideme]

"You know? I think I might like that. Lord knows Koukol can't mend or sew. So yes, you must teach me."

They finally reach Herbert's room, which is just as grand and ridiculous and opulent as Herbert is. Everything in dark wood and reds and golds. He ushers Alfred into the bathroom and starts the tub running, helping Alfred out of his coat.

"Oh -- we need to get you a coffin! You can share mine until we find a crypt for you."

[heyhohey]

"Well, then...I will. Maybe to embroider, too, if you want to...decorate...things?"

The bedroom is...well, it's about what he expected, actually, but still he casts a glance around at the finery with a look of awe before being moved to the bath.

He doesn't even have time to be embarrassed about the coat before the word coffin lands - and he freezes up suddenly, blanching a bit.

"...C-coffin? I... I'm...does it have to be a coffin?" He already knows the answer to that one - but he can't help it.

[loveinsideme]

"I know," Herbert pouts, pushing off Albert's suspenders and helping him untuck his shirt. "It's awful, isn't it? But it is a necessity. It's what keeps us safe."

While the bath is running, Herbert pours in some of his rose scented bubble bath. "You've had a hard few days," he explains. "You deserve a little something nice."

[heyhohey]

There's a high noise of panic that escapes him before he can stop it - not at being undressed, though that is...that is another matter entirely. He moves his fingers idly to the buttons of his shirt, but he's shaking, fumbling.

"...It's just that...I'm...I'm sort of...afraid...of tight spaces?"

He watches, briefly, as the bubble bath is poured in. As it stands, this bath is...much nicer than anything he had ever had access to, let alone with bubble bath. The scent of roses is...nice, actually. Puts him a little at ease.

Herbert sort of...puts him to mind of flowers, if he thinks about it a little.

[loveinsideme]

"Oh dear, that could be a problem." Though he sounds a little distracted, watching Alfred's trembling fingers undo the buttons of his shirt. "I'm afraid it does take some getting used to. I wouldn't insist on it, only I don't want you being burned by the sun."

[heyhohey]

Fortunately for Herbert, Alfred is, for the moment, clueless that he is being looked at - so there isn't as much hesitation as there might otherwise be when it comes to pulling his shirt completely off. Perhaps a little surprising given his demeanor...but years of toil, of carrying books and hoisting a grown man over his shoulder?

The nerdy, anxious little assistant is cut like glass, well muscled all throughout.

His mind isn't on his own physique, of course. He's too busy trying to figure out how he is ever going to sleep again. "...I...well, you said that...you said that I could sleep with y-"

Oh dear.

"You said I could...share yours for now, right? It's...it's pretty big, so maybe...I could...handle it tonight...."

Ohhhhh dear.

[loveinsideme]

"Oh!" Herbert's hands flutter for a moment, reaching out to touch Alfred's chest lightly, then draws his hand back, biting his lower lip with a pleased noise. "What? Yes. Yes you can sleep with me. Of course you can. Please do."

[heyhohey]

Alfred is puzzled for a moment before he realizes what Herbert is so excited about - he reddens at the touch, jaw working as he struggles to find words, realizing all at once that he is also about to have to get naked, get into the bathtub, and -

"I - I'm - I - y- I mea- I just - wh-"

Briefly, he looks like he might faint. He drops the shirt in a fumble, bending over to pick it up in his panic.

Great view, huh Herbert?

[loveinsideme]

Herbert automatically reaches out to touch that glorious rear end, but he stops himself. He was going to be good, he said. So he bites his knuckle to try and suppress a pleased noise, instead.

"Share my crypt, I mean. Yes, of course. It's big enough for the two of us."

[heyhohey]

"Oh! Oh. Good, that's. What I meant."

Standing back up, he sets the shirt aside, hanging it up. He glances shyly to Herbert for a moment before setting to more of his undressing. First he slips out of his boots, setting them aside...then go the socks, rolled down his (toned, so toned) legs and set aside.

Then go the pants, unbuttoned and stepped out of.

Lucky for Herbert, Alfred is a briefs man, clean and rosy pink, and his patience in staying his own hand is rewarded with a much better view.

[loveinsideme]

"Oh, you torture me." Herbert sits on the ledge that surrounds the tub, crossing his legs at the ankles and pressing his hand to his mouth while he watches Alfred slowly reveal most of the rest of himself.

"Shall I turn away while you slip into the bath? To preserve your modesty."

[heyhohey]

"What? What did I do?"

Alfred turns around for a moment, confusion on his face - but then he realizes the meaning, and he blushes deeply, feebly wrapping his hands over his bare chest.

Not over the more salient thing, though. The contour to the front of those briefs certainly doesn't make him look as tiny and unassuming as his usual manner of dress would lead one to believe.

"...Yes, please," he stammers, clearly overwhelmed, but very much wanting to get in the water.

[loveinsideme]

He makes a show of covering his eyes and turning his back to Alfred, to let the poor boy preserve a little bit of modesty. He's seen enough to whet his appetite, certainly.

"Let me know when it's safe to turn back. I'll wash your hair for you."