Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

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[heyhohey]

Hesitation, a bit of hand-wringing...and then, slowly, he starts to speak again, brows knitting together. "There is...there is one thing, but it's not about...." He can't finish the sentence, instead tapping his finger on the book.

"I was...I was curious...have you ever...seen...Death? Like...the Reaper?"

Alfred's turn to come out of left field.

[nachtvogel]

"I have seen the effects of their far reaching touch. But -- no. I have never met them themselves."

What a curious question. And such a serious question from someone so young. "Why do you ask, Alfred?"

[heyhohey]

"Oh."

He fidgets a little, biting his lip for a second.

"Well, I...I did. W-when I turned. Before I woke up. They tried to...to take me? And I was wondering if that was...normal, I guess?"

[nachtvogel]

"Alfred, I must confess something to you. My maker did not stay with me long enough to teach me what might be normal for a vampire or not. I have learned some from experience, and you'll find a large collection of vampire theory books in the library.

But I cannot tell you if Death coming for you themselves is normal or not, no."

[heyhohey]

That...surprises Alfred, and there is a flash of concern for Georg in his eyes. He...had to learn all of this alone? Is that why he knew of the Professor's books? Because he has simply...read them all? A little frown crosses his lips, and he nods, thoughtfully.

"...I...I see." Another pause, where he thoughtfully reaches up to rub at his own throat. "They were...beautiful. And they had angels with them. They told me to come with them, and when I refused, they looked...angry? Frustrated?"

Something nags at the back of his mind about it, but Alfred can't quite place why.

[nachtvogel]

"I find that fascinating. I wish I could tell you what that means. Perhaps a dream of some sort? Perhaps it really was Death themselves.

I suppose it... would be frustrating. Not being able to do their job. To have someone refuse to die." He wonders if vampires are a befuddlement for them. Not living yet not dead.

[heyhohey]

"I know it wasn't a dream," he explains further, resting his arms on top of the stack of books on his lap. "I was looking down at my own body, and at Herbert. It was...eerie, but...."

Hm.

"I wasn't...afraid. Not at all. I felt...sad. I didn't want to go." A little sigh. "I don't know, I don't know what it meant. They must have been frustrated."

[nachtvogel]

"And so you didn't. You stayed. You fought Death and returned to us. To Herbert." He sounds amazed. The amount of willpower it must have taken, the strength it took to bring himself back from the brink of death like that.

And all for the love of his son. George finds himself wiping away a tear without quite realizing it.

[heyhohey]

"I...did." Honestly, he sounds just as amazed at himself - looking up at Georg, he catches the little drop of blood being thoughtlessly wicked away on a long, gaunt finger, and he smiles. It's...it's nice, to feel like people are proud of him.

Especially people he loves.

"But I can't take all the credit, anyway. I'm...I'm not very brave. You must have noticed by now. And...and there was that...that string, between Herbert and I. Because he let me drink his blood, when I...." He trails off. Everyone knows the story by now.

[nachtvogel]

"I think you are. I think you have so much more in you than you realize. You are brave, Alfred. You are stronger than you know. You look Death in the face and told them not today. And yes, your love for Herbert, your connection to him inspired that. But it still came from you."

[heyhohey]

"...Thank you, Georg." Now it's his turn to wipe away a tear, a little overwhelmed by the older vampire's confidence in him.

In another idle motion, Alfred opens up the top book on the pile again, fidgeting with the pages. He steals a glance downward, not thinking about it - and then does a double take, looking at the drawing he had unearthed. A man, all...tied up?

"What is...?"

His face goes...very, very red.

[nachtvogel]

Georg leans over to take a look at what has Alfred blushing, and laughs softly, tracing a finger over the illustration.

"Ah, well. Some people enjoy giving up control. Allowing themselves to be restrained, so that their lover has complete control over them. It's a show of trust."

[heyhohey]

In spite of himself, Alfred catches himself staring at the thin, graceful finger tracing across the page, and that perhaps doesn't help with how red he has become. The description makes him squirm, just a little, and he doesn't quite look up yet.

Flustered. So flustered.

"...O-oh...r-r-really...?"

[nachtvogel]

Georg can't help but notice how flustered Alfred is, and is quietly amused by it.

"Truly. It's quite exhilarating, being able to put yourself completely in your partner's hands like that. To let them know you love them, and you trust them with your safety and your pleasure."

[heyhohey]

"So you've done this befo-"

The question tumbles out before he can think about it, but not fast enough for him to finish it before biting his lip, very near the color of his favorite jacket at this point.

And not at all thinking about Georg tied up.

Nope.

Not at all.

[nachtvogel]

"I have, yes. I recommend it highly. I think Herbert would enjoy it, as well. You ought to ask him what he thinks about it, I'm certain he'd be delighted to tell you." He can't quite keep the smile off his face, though he's doing his best not to laugh, not wanting Alfred to feel ashamed or embarrassed at all.

[heyhohey]

"...Oh. Okay. I...will...do that...."

A beat.

"Talk to him! I mean!"

Georg doesn't have to make him feel embarrassed or ashamed - he's doing fine with that all on his own. He sighs, a little hopelessly. "There's...a lot that I don't know about this, isn't there?"

[nachtvogel]

"There is so much you can learn. So much that you can be taught."

He taps his finger against the stack of books with a small, knowing smile. "Try reading some of these. If you have questions I know Herbert will be happy to help you try out think that sounds interesting, or that you think you might like. Or if you have something you want to surprise Herbert with, I'm also happy to answer any questions you may have."

[heyhohey]

Maybe it's his imagination, but that sounded...a little bit....

Alfred reddens further, the memory of That Dream dancing through his head again.

"Th-thank you, Georg. I...I really appreciate you being so...so patient."

[nachtvogel]

"You're a young man with longings and desires. Some of them you may not realize you have yet. I'm merely trying to open you up to new possibilities that you may have not been aware were options."

He leans forward in his chair, watching Alfred intensely. With a quiet curiosity. "I meant what I said, the first night we met. I want to teach you what it means to live, I want to show you a world you may have never imagined. Perhaps only dreamed of. You can turn to me with anything you want answers to. No matter what the subject."

[heyhohey]

Alfred takes a moment before he even tries to reply, meeting Georg’s stare with an equally curious stare right back. It’s true that he’s still getting used to the Count and his particular brand of intensity…but slowly, he feels he’s coming to understand him.

He hesitates, turning the words over in his head, then -

“…Have I…ever told you about my Father?”

[nachtvogel]

That earns one of his eyebrow arches, and he rests his hand against his chin, leaning a little closer. "No, not at any sort of length. But if you wish to discuss him, please do."

[heyhohey]

At this, Alfred smiles - but it's strained...sad, in a way that is different from his normal expressions. Hurt. Old, deep hurt.

"...My family name is Schreiber. Scholars, on my Father's side. He's an archivist. Very old fashioned, god fearing, but very smart. I could ask him anything about science, or history...and he would tell me where to find a book."

His gaze wanders down to the stack on his lap, a hand resting on the top cover.

"...But if I asked about anything like this? If he found anything that he thought was...was inappropriate, or vapid, or...or feminine, it was always the same. He would tell me that wasn't what a good man would want to do."

Bright blue eyes travel back up to Georg.

"...But... you're a good man. And you don't treat me like I'm any less, for wanting to know anything."

[nachtvogel]

Oh, his heart aches for poor Alfred. To have such a closed minded man as a father, to have someone turn away questions simply because he didn't approve of them seems awful. Unfair.

"Books are a fine place to start, but there are some things a book cannot teach. Some things come from experience. Some from asking questions."

It's his turn to smile sadly, and he brushes his fingers over Alfred's cheek lightly. "Thank you for saying so, Alfred. I am not so good as all that. But thank you for thinking so."

[heyhohey]

That unfairness has definitely taken a toll - he's really only just starting to loosen up enough to really come out of his shell. This conversation simply would not have happened months ago.

"You're right about that. That's something...I have learned here, especially."

At the protestation, Alfred frowns a little - acting on impulse, he reaches up to rest his hand over Georg's, holding it against his jaw firmly.

"If you weren't a good man, I don't think you would argue with me telling you you are. I have...I have worked under a terrible man for a long time. I would know."