sleeping beauty ✘ bring your own event ✘ aphro as needed

[skyglide]

He was in the kitchens when it hit him - this urge to sleep, so strong and so sudden that it nearly knocked him right off his feet. It's strange, because usually if they're this tired they'll just collapse wherever they're standing, consequences be damned... And usually there's a reason for their exhaustion

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[eatingwings]

{ooc; /g-grabby hands ;; akito we remember you well~}

The Nosferatu sleeps in his shirtsleeves, his infamous red duster cast aside on a chair. His glasses, gloves of his servitude, and fedora resting a nearby table. He sleeps in a large canopy bed, thick black curtains drawn, each side bearing the symbol of the All-Seeing Eye and the sacred phrase "Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame".

But his sleep is suddenly disturbed at the sensation of someone crawling into his bed, under the warm covers. His eyes flutter open, glowing red in the darkness of his sanctuary. He simply stares at the child...

[skyglide]

[ooc; hey you asdoigh ♥]

Akito pays no mind to any company he has. He curls up comfortably at the edge of the bed, tugging a handful of blanket to his chin; it's warm and cozy, and his slumbering mind appreciates the soft cocoon he's found.

[eatingwings]

The audacity and obliviousness of the child confounds the old vampire. Hogging all the blankets. He pulls them away from the child, keeping them for himself.

[skyglide]

The loss of the blankets doesn't phase him - he's too used to that happening on a regular basis anyway - though the movement does shift his positioning a bit. His brows furrow only slightly, but he simply curls in on himself further to make up for the lack of warmth.

[eatingwings]

The sight of the curled up child cannot help but pull on the dead heart strings of the old vampire. How it reminds him of when he was a child, imprisoned in that cold and damp dungeon. How after being brutalized by the Sultan, he would curl up and retreat to his own little world.

His mean red eyes soften just a tad before he brings the little one closer, sharing the large covers. He wraps him up in the sacred sheets. Alucard offers no warmth from his body, but his bed shall provide the little one with warmth like that of a mother's womb.

[skyglide]

A sigh escapes him despite his deeply unconscious state, body sensing the presense of someone nearby, and how its limbs are covered more securely by the fine linens. Akito notices nothing strange; in his dreams he's curled up with Ikki, safe and warm against his firm body.

[eatingwings]

Such a sleepy child. His dreams are pure and yearn for warmth. Old instincts instilled in all human species, the love and yearning of a warm body. Alucard brushes the fine turquoise hair away from the little one's face. He remembers this one well. From times long ago, in the Godforsaken City. Times of anguish and yearning. Times the old vampire does not want to be reminded of. He does not want to be reminded how jealousy and want for the demon butler crippled and ravaged his mind and body.

His red eyes gaze at the child. He leans in the place a small kiss on the little one's lips. A small good night kiss.

god i am so tired derp derp how do i english?//??

[skyglide]

Akito stirs slightly at the kiss; body heavy with the warm comfort of sleep, but wakefulness itching under his skin. A sigh - partially whined, but softly and under his breath - and the furrowing of his brows are outward signs of his bodily conflict. He wants to stay this warm and comfortable, but he also wants to wake up.

He rolls over in frustration, tangled up in the linens, and opens a bleary eye as he hits a firm chest. He doesn't recall falling asleep with Akira... The smell is different from Akira though.

ishdhdjsksj /so sleepy too ;;;;;;;;;::

[eatingwings]

"You awaken," Alucard says, staring down at the little one. He cantell sleep tugs and pulls at the child. How it begs for him to return to his dark viel of dreamscapes and nightmares. Alucard lazily runs a hand through the turquoise hair of the little one.

"Sleeping beauty," he teases softly.

;;;;;; i like type up half a tag and then give up /sobs

[skyglide]

He lets out a small, disgruntled noise, but it slowly turns to a light hum of barely repressed delight. There are many kinds of affection touches he enjoys, but having his hair played with is one of his favourites - Akira especially loves to massage his scalp with his fingers - and so he leans into the touch even while trying to discern just who it is he's in bed with.

"I don't know you." A statement of fact, though he doesn't seem frightened by it. Weird things happen, and usually if he's going to be harmed he can sense it coming beforehand. "Hmm... You're not going to hurt me, right?"