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.

Comments

[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.