Trevor stumbled into the castle, shaking snow off his cloak; it was damn near a blizzard out there and had been for the last hour of his journey—he was lucky he'd made it back at all.
He hadn't even made it two steps inside when Alucard appeared out of nowhere, sweeping off the snow-coated cloak and replacing it with a warm, dry blanket.
Alucard took his hands and blew on them gently. "Your hands are like ice. It'll be a miracle if you don't lose any of your fingers."
Trevor shivered and wiggled his fingers; the feeling was starting to come back to them. "Be a fucking tragedy for you, wouldn't it?"
Alucard huffed and kissed the tips of his fingers, his mouth warm enough that Trevor's frozen skin tingled in response. "It's not just your fingers I'm fond of. Now come on up to the study. I have a fire going."
Castlevania (Netflix), Trevor/Alucard, Fond
He hadn't even made it two steps inside when Alucard appeared out of nowhere, sweeping off the snow-coated cloak and replacing it with a warm, dry blanket.
Alucard took his hands and blew on them gently. "Your hands are like ice. It'll be a miracle if you don't lose any of your fingers."
Trevor shivered and wiggled his fingers; the feeling was starting to come back to them. "Be a fucking tragedy for you, wouldn't it?"
Alucard huffed and kissed the tips of his fingers, his mouth warm enough that Trevor's frozen skin tingled in response. "It's not just your fingers I'm fond of. Now come on up to the study. I have a fire going."