That melts the young man's heart a little bit, making him giggle fondly. "You are, Engel! You can do it so much more quickly now than before. You're a fast learner!"
Alfred also wishes he could eat some - he really has to figure out what he can get away with, but not today - but he contents himself with the task at hand happily.
"Yes! And we wrap it all around. We will string popcorn and dried fruits - I'll make some ribbon flowers, too. It will be beautiful!"
"Ribbon flowers! I'd love to watch you make ribbon flowers, that sounds lovely. All of this sounds so... so festive. I think Father will be very pleased when he's seen all the work we've done."
He's likely out in the graveyard, or in the gardens with Sarah. Or -- doing something with Sarah that he'd rather not think about.
No, he'd much rather concentrate on the glorious tree before them, and all that they'll do to decorate it.
"Oh, do you think so?" He looks pleased at that. At the idea that he can make something beautiful to decorate the tree. That he could do something that would make Alfred proud and pleased.
"Oh I think he'll love it. And the idea of eternal flowers will appeal to him."
"Oh, definitely! You're such a fast learner, and they're really very simple."
Taking a seat, he pats the couch beside him, encouraging Herbert to settle up close. He's really become such a cuddler, over time, especially when he's in a good mood.
"I'm glad to hear that," he murmurs slyly. "It means I'm doing well with his Christmas gift."
"You must tell me what you're doing for him," he coos, snuggling up next to Alfred on the sofa, settling a hand on his shoulder. "Please, do. I have to know, you deliciously sneaky thing."
"You have to promise not to tell him," Alfred warns - but even as he does, he leans over to pull up his own personal sewing basket into his lap, opening up the top for Herbert to peek inside.
Inside is the yoke and collar to a cape he's making, black silk roses being worked down one shoulder.
"Alfred," Herbert gasps softly, reaching out to brush his fingers against one of the silk roses. So much time and skill must have gone into that, and Herbert is touched by the effort. "Oh he'll love it, he really really will. The one he wears all the time he's had for ages, he badly needs a new one, and this he'll love. Did you know he grows black roses? He loves them. There the one flower he has that isn't planted because it blooms at night."
The praise and affirmation is received with Alfred's usual sheepishness, letting Herbert touch and inspect his handiwork. The reaction makes him glad of the time he's put in...both for this, and for Herbert's gift.
"I didn't actually know that, no," he chuckles, closing the basket back up when his lover is done inspecting. "But I'm glad you think he'll like it. You and he have been so good to me."
He spares a moment to smile at Koukol as well - he certainly hasn't forgotten the faithful servant in all this.
"I absolutely must take you on a walk through the garden some night, mon cheri. All the flowers come to life at night, and it really is quite a spectacular sight. And the roses look like velvet under the moonlight." He strokes his fingers over Alfred's cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"Of course we have," he says, slightly startled. "You're a guest in our house. And practically part of the family, now."
"Oh, I would love to see it - it sounds beautiful," he breathes, leaning a little bit into the stroke and the kiss.
He pauses a moment at that - something is on his mind, but...not now, not the time. He shrugs a little bit, looking sheepish at Herbert starting.
"I know, Engel, I don't mean to sound as if it's new, I just - it's so new to my life, being treated this way. I've been here a while, and I am...still getting used to it. Still, ah...well...healing."
He's never quite put it that way before, even if he knows it to be the truth.
"Healing? Are you unwell?" His hand goes to Alfred's forehead, but finds it just as cool as his own hand. No, of course not. He can't get sick, not like this. Or at least, Herbert is fairly certain he can't.
"No, no, I'm not - I'm not sick," he murmurs, soft and patient. He reaches up to grab Herbert's hands, holding them and tracing little circles on his palms with his own short, blunt little claws.
"Healing from...what living like I was did to me. The way people treated me, the things they told me, over and over. It hurt me, and it's...taking me time to figure that out. Being here, with you, it's...helping me. That's what I mean."
Biting his lip for a moment, he realizes - "...If you... want, I can show you, I think. What I mean, how it feels, just for a second, so that you can really understand. It just might not be...very pleasant."
Oh, oh no. His heart aches for his poor Alfred. Having to hide himself away for so long. But he rests his forehead against Alfred's, stroking his tenderly.
"Show me, then. I want to see. And if I can help relieve any of that hurt, I will."
"Okay," he whispers, looking deeply into Herbert's eyes before shutting his own to focus. He's still clumsy at this, but... it's easier with Herbert than anyone else.
It takes a moment before the connection is set - and then...he thinks back, letting the memories flutter past.
'Alfred. Stop crying.'
'What were you THINKING, boy? Must I spell it all out for you?'
'Stand up straight. Stop flinching.'
'What are you STARING at, Schreiber? Creep.'
'You are really nice...so you'll forgive me....'
'Son, you need to be a man.'
'Oh, it's...you.'
'You are useless in the field, boy. No spine.'
And alongside all the echoes...a deep gash in the chest, the threat of hot tears and the vice grip of shame, so tight in the throat it feels like drowning.
His hands tighten around Herbert's as he lets his lover in to a part of himself he has never shared.
Herbert clutches desperately at Alfred's hands, afraid of how furious he feels. How much hate he has for these people who tore Alfred down constantly, mocked him, told him he was less than the wonderful, perfect boy Herbert knows he is.
He blinks away tears and cups his hands over Alfred's cheeks, kissing him fiercely. Protectively. "I'll kill them. I'll tear them all apart."
"Engel, it's okay," Alfred murmurs, sniffling a little on his own tears as Herbert fusses over him. He reaches out to connect again, pushing past the memories of his father, the Professor, his classmates, Sarah.
He refocuses, and the aching wound in the heart, the shame, the fear is slowly painted over. The scent of roses, the giddiness of a dance, a warm glow of hope, of joy.
Healing, like he said.
Wanting his partner to understand his pain, yes...but also to understand what he feels when he looks at Herbert. To see where the spaces terror and shame had been, love is slowly filling them instead.
"I'm okay," he mumbles, his hands moving to Herbert's shoulders. "I'm more okay every day."
"I'm... elated you're starting to heal. As you said." But it's clear he's doing his best to keep his tone even. To try and keep his emotions in check.
"Even moreso that I seem to have helped." He'd know the scent of his own perfume anywhere, and the memory of their first dance is something he'll treasure always. Brief though it was. "That your being here has helped."
Herbert is not precisely subtle when he's angry... it's for good reason that he is, anyway. He's feeling all the anger, all the resentment that Alfred never let himself feel. They fit together, that way.
Tenderly, he slides his hands up to cup the back of the vampire's head, making sure his gaze is locked right with Alfred's.
"You haven't just helped, Herbert. I love you. More deeply than I've ever loved anyone or anything at all. You make me feel...like I was missing a piece before, and now I found it."
He loved someone like this, once. Many centuries ago. The boy had died before Herbert could bring himself to turn him, and so he'd lost him. But god, Alfred is so much like him in so many ways, as much as it pains him to think on it.
He rests one of his hands over Alfred's and sighs at the touch. "You make me feel whole again," he agrees, meeting Alfred's gaze.
Something is weighing on Herbert that isn't just his own damage, Alfred knows. He can see the edges of something jagged in the way the older vampire reacts to him sometimes, pick up bits and pieces of something layered over instead of healed.
But he doesn't pry. It isn't his place, it isn't his story, and if his lover wants to discuss it...well, he will, in time.
So he just settles on a little smile, the hand Herbert isn't covering moving to tilt his chin gently into a soft, tender kiss. "If what happened to me never happened, I might not be here right now. I wouldn't trade the world for this. For you. Please don't forget that, okay?"
Quiet, but earnest - he opens his mouth to say something else, but falters, instead choosing to relay it from mind to mind so Koukol wouldn't hear how cheesy it is.
'I can think of no greater gift than looking into your eyes.'
"You're -- impossibly sweet. You'll rot my fangs with how sweet you are. No, I'll never forget that, not for a moment."
His smile widens at the mental comment and he presses his cheek into Alfred's palm. "Your eyes were one of the first things I noticed about you. And your lovely long lashes. How pink your cheeks looked in the cold. You looked like an angel from a Botticelli painting."
"Well, at least it won't be the candy canes," he chuckles - but his gaze is soft, affectionate. He runs his thumb up and down Herbert's cheek, stroking it gently. The comments make him redden a little, brows knitting despite his smile.
He's still not...the best at taking compliments, even if they are nice to hear.
"...Now who is being sweet?" he retorts, booping Herbert on the nose playfully.
"Speaking of sweet...we should probably actually start these garlands. We...got distracted again."
"Oh no, a distraction. How devastating." He rolls his eyes good naturedly but sits back with his hands in his lap. Prim and proper. "What comes next, then, with the garlands."
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Date: 2021-12-20 05:41 am (UTC)Alfred also wishes he could eat some - he really has to figure out what he can get away with, but not today - but he contents himself with the task at hand happily.
"Yes! And we wrap it all around. We will string popcorn and dried fruits - I'll make some ribbon flowers, too. It will be beautiful!"
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Date: 2021-12-20 12:14 pm (UTC)He's likely out in the graveyard, or in the gardens with Sarah. Or -- doing something with Sarah that he'd rather not think about.
No, he'd much rather concentrate on the glorious tree before them, and all that they'll do to decorate it.
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Date: 2021-12-20 09:27 pm (UTC)He giggles excitedly, taking the kettle over to the nearby sitting area so he can start setting up for crafting.
"You really think he'll like it, too?"
Alfred does his best, honestly, not to think about Sarah anyway.
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Date: 2021-12-20 09:47 pm (UTC)"Oh I think he'll love it. And the idea of eternal flowers will appeal to him."
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Date: 2021-12-20 09:59 pm (UTC)Taking a seat, he pats the couch beside him, encouraging Herbert to settle up close. He's really become such a cuddler, over time, especially when he's in a good mood.
"I'm glad to hear that," he murmurs slyly. "It means I'm doing well with his Christmas gift."
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Date: 2021-12-20 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-12-20 10:31 pm (UTC)Inside is the yoke and collar to a cape he's making, black silk roses being worked down one shoulder.
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Date: 2021-12-21 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-12-21 03:09 am (UTC)"I didn't actually know that, no," he chuckles, closing the basket back up when his lover is done inspecting. "But I'm glad you think he'll like it. You and he have been so good to me."
He spares a moment to smile at Koukol as well - he certainly hasn't forgotten the faithful servant in all this.
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Date: 2021-12-21 09:49 am (UTC)"Of course we have," he says, slightly startled. "You're a guest in our house. And practically part of the family, now."
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Date: 2021-12-21 10:02 am (UTC)He pauses a moment at that - something is on his mind, but...not now, not the time. He shrugs a little bit, looking sheepish at Herbert starting.
"I know, Engel, I don't mean to sound as if it's new, I just - it's so new to my life, being treated this way. I've been here a while, and I am...still getting used to it. Still, ah...well...healing."
He's never quite put it that way before, even if he knows it to be the truth.
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Date: 2021-12-21 10:23 am (UTC)"Healing from what, my darling?"
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Date: 2021-12-21 10:31 am (UTC)"Healing from...what living like I was did to me. The way people treated me, the things they told me, over and over. It hurt me, and it's...taking me time to figure that out. Being here, with you, it's...helping me. That's what I mean."
Biting his lip for a moment, he realizes - "...If you... want, I can show you, I think. What I mean, how it feels, just for a second, so that you can really understand. It just might not be...very pleasant."
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Date: 2021-12-21 11:12 am (UTC)"Show me, then. I want to see. And if I can help relieve any of that hurt, I will."
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Date: 2021-12-21 11:29 am (UTC)It takes a moment before the connection is set - and then...he thinks back, letting the memories flutter past.
'Alfred. Stop crying.'
'What were you THINKING, boy? Must I spell it all out for you?'
'Stand up straight. Stop flinching.'
'What are you STARING at, Schreiber? Creep.'
'You are really nice...so you'll forgive me....'
'Son, you need to be a man.'
'Oh, it's...you.'
'You are useless in the field, boy. No spine.'
And alongside all the echoes...a deep gash in the chest, the threat of hot tears and the vice grip of shame, so tight in the throat it feels like drowning.
His hands tighten around Herbert's as he lets his lover in to a part of himself he has never shared.
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Date: 2021-12-21 01:05 pm (UTC)He blinks away tears and cups his hands over Alfred's cheeks, kissing him fiercely. Protectively. "I'll kill them. I'll tear them all apart."
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Date: 2021-12-21 05:40 pm (UTC)He refocuses, and the aching wound in the heart, the shame, the fear is slowly painted over. The scent of roses, the giddiness of a dance, a warm glow of hope, of joy.
Healing, like he said.
Wanting his partner to understand his pain, yes...but also to understand what he feels when he looks at Herbert. To see where the spaces terror and shame had been, love is slowly filling them instead.
"I'm okay," he mumbles, his hands moving to Herbert's shoulders. "I'm more okay every day."
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Date: 2021-12-21 06:48 pm (UTC)"Even moreso that I seem to have helped." He'd know the scent of his own perfume anywhere, and the memory of their first dance is something he'll treasure always. Brief though it was. "That your being here has helped."
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Date: 2021-12-21 07:07 pm (UTC)Tenderly, he slides his hands up to cup the back of the vampire's head, making sure his gaze is locked right with Alfred's.
"You haven't just helped, Herbert. I love you. More deeply than I've ever loved anyone or anything at all. You make me feel...like I was missing a piece before, and now I found it."
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Date: 2021-12-22 02:27 am (UTC)He rests one of his hands over Alfred's and sighs at the touch. "You make me feel whole again," he agrees, meeting Alfred's gaze.
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Date: 2021-12-22 02:42 am (UTC)But he doesn't pry. It isn't his place, it isn't his story, and if his lover wants to discuss it...well, he will, in time.
So he just settles on a little smile, the hand Herbert isn't covering moving to tilt his chin gently into a soft, tender kiss. "If what happened to me never happened, I might not be here right now. I wouldn't trade the world for this. For you. Please don't forget that, okay?"
Quiet, but earnest - he opens his mouth to say something else, but falters, instead choosing to relay it from mind to mind so Koukol wouldn't hear how cheesy it is.
'I can think of no greater gift than looking into your eyes.'
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Date: 2021-12-22 03:09 am (UTC)His smile widens at the mental comment and he presses his cheek into Alfred's palm. "Your eyes were one of the first things I noticed about you. And your lovely long lashes. How pink your cheeks looked in the cold. You looked like an angel from a Botticelli painting."
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Date: 2021-12-22 03:18 am (UTC)He's still not...the best at taking compliments, even if they are nice to hear.
"...Now who is being sweet?" he retorts, booping Herbert on the nose playfully.
"Speaking of sweet...we should probably actually start these garlands. We...got distracted again."
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Date: 2021-12-22 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-12-22 05:22 am (UTC)"We're just going to string popcorn and these dried fruits together so that they look pretty - easy. It just takes a while."
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