Log: Ongoing

[favored-son.livejournal.com]

When: December 17th/18th
Rating: Teen
Characters: Alucard [thekingofpain] and D [favored_son]
Summary: Alucard's methods of expressing fatherly concern may be a little odd, but the sentiment is still appreciated.
Log:

With the sun's refusal to set, D's body compensated by drawing him deeper into sleep. It would have been easy for a stranger to mistake the hunter for a vampire or a fresh corpse if they happened upon him. With skin cool to the touch, a heart barely beating, and lungs drawing only a token offering of air, D barely fell within the physical parameters required of the living. His parasite had grown tired of the inactivity several hours ago, and finally decided that the best way to pass the time without leaving his watch was to burrow into his host's body and take a nap. He'd feel it if D started to overheat, but he didn't think the problem was likely to arise unless the curse continued into the next day.

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[favored-son.livejournal.com]

On some level, D was likely aware of his father's presence. His instincts and habits were too sharp, too deeply ingrained to allow otherwise. It was this awareness that allowed him to continue sleeping. D knew that here, Alucard was not a threat. He could not be safer than he was in his father's company.

That didn't mean the parasite was going to follow D's example and keep quiet.

"He's going to need a bath when he gets up now, you know."

[hercount.livejournal.com]

The hound gave a low growl to the hand, leaning in to shove a wet, slightly rough and sticky tongue across Mister Jiggles. Then return to nibbling along D, enjoying the boy's slight breathing, his mere presence.

And of course, the fierce joy that D belonged to him.

[favored-son.livejournal.com]

The parasite spluttered and made a series of exaggerated gagging noises. "I'll take that as a yes," it said. "You're not worried, are you? I told you he'd be fine. Tomorrow might not be pleasant if the sun doesn't take a vacation, but that's tomorrow."

[hercount.livejournal.com]

The hellhound lay it's massive head on D's chest and arched a furry brow at the parasite.

I am not worried. I can feel him.

But of course, there was always the irrational worry of a parent over their child. That something, anything, might happen to take that child away.

[favored-son.livejournal.com]

"Right. I'll just leave you to it, then." The parasite wasn't going to risk being licked again. It just wasn't on his list of experiences to cultivate, not when the licker was D's father. It still listened, though. It didn't want to miss D's reaction to having a hellhound in bed. Not that it was the first time Alucard had done this, but D was usually badly hurt, and licking wasn't involved.

When midnight came around, the parasite got its wish. D didn't even bother to open his eyes before he asked in a voice barely touched by fatigue, "What, exactly, are you doing?" He wasn't talking to Left Hand, either.

[hercount.livejournal.com]

This is slightly awkward.

The hellhound said, and if dogs could smirk, it surely was, caught mid-lick. A paw settled on D's chest before the hound curled around him again, the size of a small pony.

I am spending quality time with my son, what does it look like?

[favored-son.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know," D said mildly, "because I'm not looking." When he opened his eyes, it was not to glare at his father, but to glance at the clock across the room, a clock he rarely used. His own sense of time's passage was generally as reliable as a decent timepiece, unless of course the City altered the natural progression of sunrise and sunset. "Midnight already?" he asked.

[hercount.livejournal.com]

I was not paying attention.

The hellhound replied, shifting it's great weight to ..encourage.. D to remain prone.

Though, yes, now that you mention, it is midnight. Your mother was worried. And you will not tell her about how said quality time was spent.

[favored-son.livejournal.com]

D could have thrown his father off, if weight were the only consideration, but Alucard had always been stronger than him. Even with ten thousand years of development between them, Alucard was stronger than him. Besides, it was oddly relaxing to linger in bed as the effects of the prolonged daylight hours wore off. "Mother shouldn't have worried. I was only sleeping." He met his father's gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Is there a compelling reason I shouldn't tell her there was a hellhound in my bed? Licking me?"

[hercount.livejournal.com]

The hound nosed at D's chin, looking at him with Big Hellhound Eyes. All eight of them.

Because your father is neither emotional nor insane and you enjoy that.

[favored-son.livejournal.com]

"Yes, there is that," D allowed, and he almost smiled. "You're not planning on letting me up anytime soon, are you?"

[hercount.livejournal.com]

I am not.

The hellhound replied and settled in next to D again, paw and head still pinning his son down in case D attempted to move. Though Alucard, at this point, fairly knew he would not.

[favored-son.livejournal.com]

There wasn't really a reason to argue. By his own definition, D had overslept by several hours. Having a bit of a lie-in at his father's insistence wouldn't do any harm at this point. In fact, trying to get up might do more.

[hercount.livejournal.com]

And when you are done, you will drink deeply.

A smirk touched the hellhound's jowls as those eight eyes slipped closed.

No arguments. This is a direct order from your mother.