He tries to take in everything Alfred has to say -- the young vampire is, after all, a telepath. A little different from the way Georg is, but he is able to read people so well. Even without his powers, perhaps.
And it hurts to hear, though he knows it's true. That he does this to himself. Hides himself away, paints over himself, as Alfred put it, to try and hide what he is from the world. Because he hates how lonely he is. Hates that he's convinced himself that he deserves this loneliness. That he must earn companionship somehow.
Hates that he doesn't know how to change.
"I'm... afraid, Alfred," he admits, his voice cracking at the edges. "Afraid I've been lost so long I don't know how to be found."
The honesty is almost enough to make Alfred cry again on its own...but the pain behind it, the sorrow, the loneliness? It's unbearable, and tears course down his cheeks, making him sniffle as he tries to wipe them again with his free hand.
His tears are still clear. Still so human, yet, even for all he cries.
"If anyone knows what it is to be afraid," he murmurs, trying to get his voice back again, "it's me. But...you aren't alone. You don't have to be. I... I'm here, now, whenever you want to talk. I'll listen."
He seems to resolve something in his head, hand slipping up to run through Georg's hair.
"... I'll help you. I'll help you strip away some of that paint. And we'll start small...just like this. I...I already know Count Von Krolock. Don't you think it's time for me to get to know Georg?"
"I would say that Georg isn't someone worth knowing, but I have a sneaking suspicion you'd fight me on that, too." It's said quietly, embarrassed, almost. Scolded. Though he does lean into Alfred's touch, letting the boy stroke his hair in a way no one has in so, so many years.
"I won't know what to do with such kindness, at the start," he warns. "I'll run from it. I'll frustrate you to no end, I'm sure."
"You would be right about that." Firmly...but gently. Lovingly.
Drawing himself up, he places a little kiss on Georg's forehead as he stands, repositioning himself and taking up the brush with a graceful motion. No hesitation.
He has made up his mind.
"Well, it's a good thing that I'm a patient man, then. And I've already proven that I'm willing to run into the dark to chase after someone."
There's a smile in his own voice at that - and he sets to brushing, following each stroke with a pet from his off-hand.
"I'd ask what I've done to deserve you, but I imagine you have a clever answer for that, as well." Still, he finds himself sitting up a little straighter as Alfred stands behind him again, reaching up with his handkerchief to dab at his eyes. Not quite realizing that he, too, had been crying.
"Lord knows you must have endless patience. I can't imagine how long that glorious cloak you made me must have taken you."
He can see why Herbert likes this. Being cared for like this. It's... comforting in a way Georg didn't know he'd been craving.
He calls no attention to the tears, happily setting to the task of brushing every tangle out of Georg's long, dark hair. Occasionally he pauses to add a little more oil, trying to bring some moisture back in.
But there is never any shame in it. No accusation. He won't tell the older vampire what he should and should not do...instead, he wants to set an example.
Let him learn what it is to live again.
Heh.
"It took...a while, to work it by hand. But I have so much time now. Even without the immortality, just...day to day. You can't imagine how much time I spent on the Professor, before."
"The professor did seem as though he required a lot of... time." He barely manages not to sneer as he says so; he hated the way the professor had treated Alfred. The way he'd order him about, making him him do everything, and how he never seemed to have any respect for the poor boy.
But the professor is off to write his Nobel Prize winning book, and Alfred is here, safe, with them. Finally appreciated for the fine young man he is.
Maybe Alfred would wince at the edge in Georg's voice...if he didn't agree. He's come to terms, at least somewhat, with how badly he had been treated.
Oh, well. The brush is starting to meet with less resistance now. He has better things to think about. "Yes, I have. I was taught out of necessity, but...I grew to love it."
"You do such delicate work. You can't see a single stitch on anything you've tailored. You've quite the deft hand at it." He holds still for Alfred, finding he likes the sensation of the brush running through his hair.
It's meticulous, the way Alfred brushes out long hair. He's always so careful when he does it with Herbert, who takes such careful care...this is different. Georg has cleaned his hair, but that's...about it, it seems. It's pretty and strong, but...dry, tangled, almost dusty.
He applies a bit more oil, focused, voice settling into the calm that comes out of him when he's working.
"Thank you. It...comes with a lot of practice. The tailoring I've done for years now, and...I brush Herbert's hair almost every night."
For a moment, Alfred is quiet again. Thinking. Trying to figure out what to say.
"...Well, then...I'll have to do this from time to time. To keep up with it. You have - you have such beautiful hair, Georg. You mentioned ravens...your hair has the same sort of cast as their feathers. Almost blue, in some lights."
"I don't think ravens have quite as much grey in their feathers as I do in my hair, but you're kind to say so. I..." He does his best to think of a way to simply accept the compliment, but he can't quite make it.
Instead, he lands on, "I don't mind the comparison."
In spite of himself, Alfred sort of laughs a little at the reply - it's not a cruel sound, though. It's progress. It's something.
"Once I have it brushed...would you like for me to braid it for you? Or would you like to keep it down?" Leaving the option to Georg. Baby steps, all of this, because he...knows it's hard. He can feel the uncertainty.
"I don't think I've had it braided since before I was turned. I... I wouldn't mind. It might... look nice."
He hasn't touched his hair other than to occasionally wash it or briefly run a brush through it in quite some time. "I've seen some of the braids you put in Herbert's hair. It's very impressive, what you do with his hair."
Softly, gently. He can tell the older vampire is trying, because he's...well, he's a little awkward. Maybe the most awkward Alfred has seen him. Less flash, less airs. Something real.
"Thank you. We - it's become a habit of ours." He pauses a little...but then decides to let Georg in too, just a little more. "You may have noticed, but I...I like doing things for people. I've never been so good with words, and so I...I like to show how I care, with my own two hands."
Spoken as he works so hard on Georg's long, wild hair. Letting him follow the logic himself.
To Alfred, doing laundry, bringing you a new book, braiding your hair...they all mean the same thing. 'I love you.'
"I had noticed that," he comments, his mouth ticking up slightly at the corner. Not quite a smile. It's hard not to notice Alfred doing things for people. Mending something of Herbert's, or helping with the castle upkeep.
"I... often struggle to find the right words to express what I'm thinking. How I'm feeling. So I show how I care by showering those I care about with gifts. Spoiling them, I suppose.
Though it was trickier to come up with something to give you. Anything I could think of to buy seemed... needless. Thus the roses."
Finally, the Count's long locks are softening up - his work is paying off in the form of smooth dark hair running against Alfred's long fingers, the dust and cobwebs swept neatly out by the brush, by the careful attentions of gentle hands.
He smiles, fondly, nodding a little.
"...I love the roses," he affirms, voice soft. "I'm - well, I'm used to not having much. Traveling with the Professor, I had...well, I had two sets of clothing and little else. I never want you to think I'm ungrateful for...well, for anything here. You have given me a home. That's - that's more than I could have ever asked for."
A beat, and then, deciding to meet Georg in the middle -
"I will never turn down a book recommendation, though."
"Ah, you see? Therein lies my dilemma with you. You've gotten by with little, and so you've convinced yourself you're contented getting by with little.
But forget, for now, what you need. Think about something you want. It could be anything at all, anything in the world. The most extravagant of desires you can imagine. Things you dared only dream of.
Alfred is quiet for a long moment, thinking about this. It's true, he just... doesn't feel like he needs much. He's not a covetous person. But it's clear that Georg really wants this, really wants to do Something for him.
A dream. Hmm. His brows knit, and his hands still for a moment.
"Well," he finally starts, softly, hesitantly.
"There - is...one thing. I don't know that it's extravagant, exactly, but it's... it's something I've always wanted...."
The excitement is encouraging, but - Alfred is still bashful as he continues.
"Well... it's - I've always wanted a...a workroom. A whole space to...to sew, not in a corner of my bedroom. Space for fabrics, a-and mannequins, and...just...."
He sighs, a little. "I've barely been given any space, in my life, for the things I like to do. So I think if I would dream of anything...that would be it."
It seems like such a simple request. And yet, if that is what Alfred wants, Georg will hardly deny him it.
"Choose a room to your liking, that you feel will suit your purposes, and we'll move your sewing things into it. Whatever you need to make the room yours can be moved in. A table and some chairs, at the very least. If we haven't any mannequins already, we'll find some for you.
"All for you." He turns his head to press a kiss to Alfred's cheek. "I'll start setting things up tomorrow night. It may take a little, to gather everything necessary -- and no peeking, you understand?" He chucks Alfred's chin affectionately.
"I don't want you to see it until it's completely finished. I want it to be a surprise for you."
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And it hurts to hear, though he knows it's true. That he does this to himself. Hides himself away, paints over himself, as Alfred put it, to try and hide what he is from the world. Because he hates how lonely he is. Hates that he's convinced himself that he deserves this loneliness. That he must earn companionship somehow.
Hates that he doesn't know how to change.
"I'm... afraid, Alfred," he admits, his voice cracking at the edges. "Afraid I've been lost so long I don't know how to be found."
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His tears are still clear. Still so human, yet, even for all he cries.
"If anyone knows what it is to be afraid," he murmurs, trying to get his voice back again, "it's me. But...you aren't alone. You don't have to be. I... I'm here, now, whenever you want to talk. I'll listen."
He seems to resolve something in his head, hand slipping up to run through Georg's hair.
"... I'll help you. I'll help you strip away some of that paint. And we'll start small...just like this. I...I already know Count Von Krolock. Don't you think it's time for me to get to know Georg?"
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"I won't know what to do with such kindness, at the start," he warns. "I'll run from it. I'll frustrate you to no end, I'm sure."
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Drawing himself up, he places a little kiss on Georg's forehead as he stands, repositioning himself and taking up the brush with a graceful motion. No hesitation.
He has made up his mind.
"Well, it's a good thing that I'm a patient man, then. And I've already proven that I'm willing to run into the dark to chase after someone."
There's a smile in his own voice at that - and he sets to brushing, following each stroke with a pet from his off-hand.
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"Lord knows you must have endless patience. I can't imagine how long that glorious cloak you made me must have taken you."
He can see why Herbert likes this. Being cared for like this. It's... comforting in a way Georg didn't know he'd been craving.
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He calls no attention to the tears, happily setting to the task of brushing every tangle out of Georg's long, dark hair. Occasionally he pauses to add a little more oil, trying to bring some moisture back in.
But there is never any shame in it. No accusation. He won't tell the older vampire what he should and should not do...instead, he wants to set an example.
Let him learn what it is to live again.
Heh.
"It took...a while, to work it by hand. But I have so much time now. Even without the immortality, just...day to day. You can't imagine how much time I spent on the Professor, before."
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But the professor is off to write his Nobel Prize winning book, and Alfred is here, safe, with them. Finally appreciated for the fine young man he is.
"Have you always enjoyed sewing?"
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Maybe Alfred would wince at the edge in Georg's voice...if he didn't agree. He's come to terms, at least somewhat, with how badly he had been treated.
Oh, well. The brush is starting to meet with less resistance now. He has better things to think about. "Yes, I have. I was taught out of necessity, but...I grew to love it."
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"And at this, as well."
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He applies a bit more oil, focused, voice settling into the calm that comes out of him when he's working.
"Thank you. It...comes with a lot of practice. The tailoring I've done for years now, and...I brush Herbert's hair almost every night."
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"...Well, then...I'll have to do this from time to time. To keep up with it. You have - you have such beautiful hair, Georg. You mentioned ravens...your hair has the same sort of cast as their feathers. Almost blue, in some lights."
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Instead, he lands on, "I don't mind the comparison."
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In spite of himself, Alfred sort of laughs a little at the reply - it's not a cruel sound, though. It's progress. It's something.
"Once I have it brushed...would you like for me to braid it for you? Or would you like to keep it down?" Leaving the option to Georg. Baby steps, all of this, because he...knows it's hard. He can feel the uncertainty.
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He hasn't touched his hair other than to occasionally wash it or briefly run a brush through it in quite some time. "I've seen some of the braids you put in Herbert's hair. It's very impressive, what you do with his hair."
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Softly, gently. He can tell the older vampire is trying, because he's...well, he's a little awkward. Maybe the most awkward Alfred has seen him. Less flash, less airs. Something real.
"Thank you. We - it's become a habit of ours." He pauses a little...but then decides to let Georg in too, just a little more. "You may have noticed, but I...I like doing things for people. I've never been so good with words, and so I...I like to show how I care, with my own two hands."
Spoken as he works so hard on Georg's long, wild hair. Letting him follow the logic himself.
To Alfred, doing laundry, bringing you a new book, braiding your hair...they all mean the same thing. 'I love you.'
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"I... often struggle to find the right words to express what I'm thinking. How I'm feeling. So I show how I care by showering those I care about with gifts. Spoiling them, I suppose.
Though it was trickier to come up with something to give you. Anything I could think of to buy seemed... needless. Thus the roses."
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He smiles, fondly, nodding a little.
"...I love the roses," he affirms, voice soft. "I'm - well, I'm used to not having much. Traveling with the Professor, I had...well, I had two sets of clothing and little else. I never want you to think I'm ungrateful for...well, for anything here. You have given me a home. That's - that's more than I could have ever asked for."
A beat, and then, deciding to meet Georg in the middle -
"I will never turn down a book recommendation, though."
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But forget, for now, what you need. Think about something you want. It could be anything at all, anything in the world. The most extravagant of desires you can imagine. Things you dared only dream of.
That is what I want to be able to give you."
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A dream. Hmm. His brows knit, and his hands still for a moment.
"Well," he finally starts, softly, hesitantly.
"There - is...one thing. I don't know that it's extravagant, exactly, but it's... it's something I've always wanted...."
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"Well... it's - I've always wanted a...a workroom. A whole space to...to sew, not in a corner of my bedroom. Space for fabrics, a-and mannequins, and...just...."
He sighs, a little. "I've barely been given any space, in my life, for the things I like to do. So I think if I would dream of anything...that would be it."
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"Choose a room to your liking, that you feel will suit your purposes, and we'll move your sewing things into it. Whatever you need to make the room yours can be moved in. A table and some chairs, at the very least. If we haven't any mannequins already, we'll find some for you.
It will be a room just for you."
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He doesn't ask for much...but he's also easy to please. Excitement rattles his tone, and he leans around the older vampire's shoulder, grin bright.
"Oh Georg - really? Really? Just for me?"
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"I don't want you to see it until it's completely finished. I want it to be a surprise for you."
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