hello. spare smooch sir
How quiet he was whenever he entered a room. Raphael barely had a chance to register the nearly non-existent footfalls. Strangely, Alucard had caught him at a rare moment of not being buried in his books, obsessing over long lost details of some other life. He had been standing at the edge of the door that led to one of the balconies, taking in the crisp night air as he felt he had done many times before. A lion surveying a land that wasn’t his. His head turns to the taller blond, red eyes meeting golden ones. ❝ Is it really sparing something, ❞ he asked, walking toward Alucard, hand reaching behind his head as he leaned in and pressed his lips against the others, ❝ if it is so readily given? ❞ he finished, lips parting for only a moment before making contact once again.









