Alucard \\ Adrian F. Ţepeş (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-10 11:26 pm
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-10 11:26 pm
[Sappy but acceptable is the goal of the day, so far as Alucard is concerned. He doesn't question how he comes to just be in Trevor's arms. All he knows is that he is all too happy for it, and that this is how things ought to be.
And how they are going to be for a very, very long time.
He lets himself be held. Presses a kiss just above Trevor's ear, because that's about where he can reach now. The rest is well...wonderful. Perfect. Warm.]
Whatever you need.
And how they are going to be for a very, very long time.
He lets himself be held. Presses a kiss just above Trevor's ear, because that's about where he can reach now. The rest is well...wonderful. Perfect. Warm.]
Whatever you need.
[ A little while longer. He can hold on to Alucard like this for a little while longer. There's no hurry. And he needs to get his composure back before anything else, else he'll be at risk of having all his accusations of being sappy thrown back at him.
He does loosen his hold after a while, though, pulling back first enough to kiss Alucard's hair at the side of his head, then all the way, taking his hand. And leading him out into the stairway, to Leon's portrait. ]
Hey, you wordy fucker.
[ And he smiles, squeezing Alucard's hand. ]
I'm marrying this vampire.
He does loosen his hold after a while, though, pulling back first enough to kiss Alucard's hair at the side of his head, then all the way, taking his hand. And leading him out into the stairway, to Leon's portrait. ]
Hey, you wordy fucker.
[ And he smiles, squeezing Alucard's hand. ]
I'm marrying this vampire.
[He doesn't know where this is going. Alucard just lets himself be dragged along, and he trusts wherever this is going. Always has, but now moreso than normal.
So they stop in front of the portrait. Looks up, and Trevor opens his mouth and...there's a crack of laughter from Alucard that's maybe too light for how sudden it is. More than that though, there's no glare from that portrait for the first time in...for the first time. A strange enough thing to realize, and yet it dovetails with something else too.]
I register no objections but...ah. [His mood doesn't break, but there's a slightly more serious note to it as well.]
I did need your help with something, you know. It's under the worktable, and it needs your approval. Involves him anyway.
So they stop in front of the portrait. Looks up, and Trevor opens his mouth and...there's a crack of laughter from Alucard that's maybe too light for how sudden it is. More than that though, there's no glare from that portrait for the first time in...for the first time. A strange enough thing to realize, and yet it dovetails with something else too.]
I register no objections but...ah. [His mood doesn't break, but there's a slightly more serious note to it as well.]
I did need your help with something, you know. It's under the worktable, and it needs your approval. Involves him anyway.
[ He looks at the portrait for a little longer, as if he was almost expecting something to happen. Nothing does. Whatever good or ill came about of the events in France 400 years past, they are still 400 years past. Leon isn't here. Dracula isn't here, anymore. There's just the three of them. ]
Well shit, I suppose I have to honor my husband now, don't I?
[ Look at him, pretending he's a good little church boi. Swearing aside. ]
Well shit, I suppose I have to honor my husband now, don't I?
[ Look at him, pretending he's a good little church boi. Swearing aside. ]
[HE SAID IT FIRST!!!
Which is to say Alucard stops in his tracks, and looks at Trevor with utter surprise and delight everywhere on his face. He is restraining. Every urge. To have him say that again. Because!! He said it first!!!]
Given that it involves your family, and I'm certain that that commandment comes before the one you just cited...
Which is to say Alucard stops in his tracks, and looks at Trevor with utter surprise and delight everywhere on his face. He is restraining. Every urge. To have him say that again. Because!! He said it first!!!]
Given that it involves your family, and I'm certain that that commandment comes before the one you just cited...
Fine, fine. I'll save it for later.
[ By which he means he is absolutely going to spring that on Alucard every time he asks him to do something for the next week. Maybe more. ]
What do you need?
[ By which he means he is absolutely going to spring that on Alucard every time he asks him to do something for the next week. Maybe more. ]
What do you need?
[He's okay with that. He's very, very okay with that.]
An opinion, first.
[So back to the workbench. But this time, Alucard crouches under it, and what he has there is something that sits on a thick roll of canvas that he drags rather than try to move the thing across the floor.
The thing, in this case, is a marble box, some two feet in length and one foot in width. Fine marble if the color is anything to go by, beautifully white with swirls and flecks of darker grey. But more than the color is the fact it is carved. Designed. All of the old masters of illumination should be so envious of such fine work, the way that natural looking leaves swirl in and around themselves, trailing all over the box at every side. There is a lid as well.
It bears a single name.
Beside it is a soft velvet pouch, maybe slightly smaller. And at that, Alucard looks up at Trevor from where he is crouched.]
It...seemed appropriate to suggest we let Sara rest in the crypt with Leon.
An opinion, first.
[So back to the workbench. But this time, Alucard crouches under it, and what he has there is something that sits on a thick roll of canvas that he drags rather than try to move the thing across the floor.
The thing, in this case, is a marble box, some two feet in length and one foot in width. Fine marble if the color is anything to go by, beautifully white with swirls and flecks of darker grey. But more than the color is the fact it is carved. Designed. All of the old masters of illumination should be so envious of such fine work, the way that natural looking leaves swirl in and around themselves, trailing all over the box at every side. There is a lid as well.
It bears a single name.
Beside it is a soft velvet pouch, maybe slightly smaller. And at that, Alucard looks up at Trevor from where he is crouched.]
It...seemed appropriate to suggest we let Sara rest in the crypt with Leon.
[ Trevor doesn't crouch. Instead, the strength leaves his legs and he simply collapses to his knees, reaching out for the box slowly, touching the very edges of its lid.
He's right.
Sara, their family's first matriarch. Not mother to any of them, but protector to every generation of the Belmont family. She deserves to rest. Just as much as Enid did, she deserves to rest by her best love's side. ]
The Morning Star was meant for Walter and his blood. And there is none of that left, not any more.
[ He isn't carrying it, right now. It's in the house, wrapped in layers of thick cloth against the threat of accidentally touching against Alucard. They can do the work of this later, but- Alucard was right, he needed to know this sooner. ]
It's only fair, considering that I fully intend to let me rest with you and Sypha. Everything where it belongs.
He's right.
Sara, their family's first matriarch. Not mother to any of them, but protector to every generation of the Belmont family. She deserves to rest. Just as much as Enid did, she deserves to rest by her best love's side. ]
The Morning Star was meant for Walter and his blood. And there is none of that left, not any more.
[ He isn't carrying it, right now. It's in the house, wrapped in layers of thick cloth against the threat of accidentally touching against Alucard. They can do the work of this later, but- Alucard was right, he needed to know this sooner. ]
It's only fair, considering that I fully intend to let me rest with you and Sypha. Everything where it belongs.
[Alucard lifts the lid of the box carefully. Enough to show the plainer interior, because there's a point and it isn't just that he can lift heavy marble.]
The bag on your right is an insert. Silver, highest quality, and thick for it too. It's fitted for this, and I can't put it in here. The quality means it eats through a little too quickly.
[Which leaves the question of how, exactly, Alucard carried it here to begin with, but never mind that.
He tries very, very hard not to be struck by that last part. It's a more somber thing that relates to all of this, but there is comfort in knowing that he has never been the only one to think through these particulars. Just the one most likely to oversee them.]
All four where they ought to be.
[Leon. Sara. His father. His mother. As much as there can be any of that last one.]
The bag on your right is an insert. Silver, highest quality, and thick for it too. It's fitted for this, and I can't put it in here. The quality means it eats through a little too quickly.
[Which leaves the question of how, exactly, Alucard carried it here to begin with, but never mind that.
He tries very, very hard not to be struck by that last part. It's a more somber thing that relates to all of this, but there is comfort in knowing that he has never been the only one to think through these particulars. Just the one most likely to oversee them.]
All four where they ought to be.
[Leon. Sara. His father. His mother. As much as there can be any of that last one.]
When I said not to be sappy about this, I didn't mean to be sappy about the rest of my fucking family instead.
[ It's warm. It's so warm. Thank you.
He takes the bag, holding it carefully. Silver rarely leaves residue, but he'll wash his hands before he next touches Alucard anyway (assuming that he's allowed to). He feels- it seems appropriate to be careful with the vampire right now. Soft and careful. With his husband.
He lowers the bag into the box, careful as he can, with all the same soft reverence he shows to the Morning Star itself when he thinks the other two aren't looking to make fun of him for talking to a whip. ]
[ It's warm. It's so warm. Thank you.
He takes the bag, holding it carefully. Silver rarely leaves residue, but he'll wash his hands before he next touches Alucard anyway (assuming that he's allowed to). He feels- it seems appropriate to be careful with the vampire right now. Soft and careful. With his husband.
He lowers the bag into the box, careful as he can, with all the same soft reverence he shows to the Morning Star itself when he thinks the other two aren't looking to make fun of him for talking to a whip. ]
Ours.
[The correction is said softly. But it is something that would have been said even before a proposal. Sara was the thing that bound Belmont and Tepes for 400 years. To do this, it was to put every last part of the matter to rest. To declare not only the whole of the work done, but to make it so very clear that they were not their fathers. Everything their fathers were had been beaten back now.
He moves the rest of the lid off in full so the silver case can be inserted properly. The marble groans, and Alucard nearly does too. It is heavy.
When Trevor is done, when it is all set, he puts the lid back in place for now.]
[The correction is said softly. But it is something that would have been said even before a proposal. Sara was the thing that bound Belmont and Tepes for 400 years. To do this, it was to put every last part of the matter to rest. To declare not only the whole of the work done, but to make it so very clear that they were not their fathers. Everything their fathers were had been beaten back now.
He moves the rest of the lid off in full so the silver case can be inserted properly. The marble groans, and Alucard nearly does too. It is heavy.
When Trevor is done, when it is all set, he puts the lid back in place for now.]
Our fucking family.
[ Because, even correction aside, it is just their family now, isn't it? ]
In a few days. The rest can wait a few days. It's a bad day for a funeral, today.
[ Because, even correction aside, it is just their family now, isn't it? ]
In a few days. The rest can wait a few days. It's a bad day for a funeral, today.
[They should stand, now that this is done. Alucard rises very slowly, careful not to trip over the thick folds of the canvas. He'll need it to actually move the ossuary, because he's a strong and sturdy fucker, but it is a lot of martble.
He offers Trevor both of his hands to help him up. Silver residue be damned.]
Mm. We should go through the mirror. Sypha's probably wondering why we've taken so long.
He offers Trevor both of his hands to help him up. Silver residue be damned.]
Mm. We should go through the mirror. Sypha's probably wondering why we've taken so long.
[ ...He was going to be careful but how can he not take Alucard's hands when they're offered? How can he not let him pull him up, not fall forward into his arms for just a moment, be selfish and keep the vampire to himself for just a moment longer?
How can he deny him anything, after this? ]
I only took that long to climb the stairs before because I was sick.
[ ...he may have come down to the hold unsupervised when he was first recovering and then found himself incapable of climbing back up the stairs in any sort of timely fashion and caused a minor scare when he was found missing. That many stairs is difficult when you're recovering from half your organs withering away eight times! Stop bullying him over it!
But he doesn't say no to skipping the climb. Because how can he deny him? ]
How can he deny him anything, after this? ]
I only took that long to climb the stairs before because I was sick.
[ ...he may have come down to the hold unsupervised when he was first recovering and then found himself incapable of climbing back up the stairs in any sort of timely fashion and caused a minor scare when he was found missing. That many stairs is difficult when you're recovering from half your organs withering away eight times! Stop bullying him over it!
But he doesn't say no to skipping the climb. Because how can he deny him? ]
[No hisses means no residue, means that the vampire is just fine. He's clamped down on the fact he just wants to collapse from joy over the past two days, which will be managed for about oh, five more minutes. Until they're inside. Until he gets to say the words wife and husband in the same breath and then all bets are off. It's going to be like this for weeks. Months. Forever.
Leave it to Trevor to undercut everything swiftly. With such pointedness, and yet still get such an impossibly warm and happy laugh out of Alucard. To get the vampire to just hang on, even if the memory was terrible at the time. He and Sypha nearly had a heart attack. Then yelled for a bit. Then bundled him up and got him back to bed.]
True. And perhaps we should take our time.
[Sorry. Sap time. Suck it up, Belmont.]
There won't be many more days like this for walking through the grounds with my husband until spring comes again.
Leave it to Trevor to undercut everything swiftly. With such pointedness, and yet still get such an impossibly warm and happy laugh out of Alucard. To get the vampire to just hang on, even if the memory was terrible at the time. He and Sypha nearly had a heart attack. Then yelled for a bit. Then bundled him up and got him back to bed.]
True. And perhaps we should take our time.
[Sorry. Sap time. Suck it up, Belmont.]
There won't be many more days like this for walking through the grounds with my husband until spring comes again.
Edited 2019-01-06 03:15 (UTC)
Don't see why not. New cloak. We can wrap it around all of us.
[ His hand slides in to Alucard's. ]
Lead me home. [ To their home. It's been their home for a long time now, but now that's what it is in a whole new way. The childhood home of their husband. The place that made him into himself.
It's not Dracula's Fucking Demon Castle anymore, is it? It's just home. ]
[ His hand slides in to Alucard's. ]
Lead me home. [ To their home. It's been their home for a long time now, but now that's what it is in a whole new way. The childhood home of their husband. The place that made him into himself.
It's not Dracula's Fucking Demon Castle anymore, is it? It's just home. ]
[Winter settles in earlier than it ought to. It's no matter, not in a castle with heated floors, not when there's a bed with Sypha in the middle and too many blankets to keep out the chill. Truly, the only time it is felt is when going to the greenhouse to ensure all is well there, returning with a small basket of what's needed. Or when Alucard needs to go to the markets to get a few extra staples because he is out of flour for making bread.
There's planning. Of course there's planning. There's sewing to do, there's finally introducing the wolf pack to the other two which goes well. They've suspected that Alucard's pack is human. Trevor's and Sypha's scents are distinct and the wolves have smelt them for some time now. They inter Sara where she ought to be, and there's been no Leon in Alucard's dreams for some time now. The anniversary of Dracula's death goes by with only a momentary dip into the more somber state of of the vampire.
Spring creeps it's way into the countryside. Snows melt a bit more slowly this year. Little promises of greenery poke up through the snow, and the greenhouse may as well believe it to be summer. There's more to do with dates nearing, with...
...with other anniversaries nearing as well. Which is the point of doing this all in May. Alucard's not sure if he catches it first or if Sypha does, but there's a greater quiet from Trevor. Which means only one recourse.
They wait until there's a misty evening. The snows have lingered into early April, and tonight the light rain has created such a blanket. It is, Alucard imagines, how his father wanted the castle to be seen. Shrouded in mist. A new moon overhead, so the sky is so very dark. And in their room there is a fire, there is embroidery the vampire is working on, and there is wondering when Trevor will join them both.]
There's planning. Of course there's planning. There's sewing to do, there's finally introducing the wolf pack to the other two which goes well. They've suspected that Alucard's pack is human. Trevor's and Sypha's scents are distinct and the wolves have smelt them for some time now. They inter Sara where she ought to be, and there's been no Leon in Alucard's dreams for some time now. The anniversary of Dracula's death goes by with only a momentary dip into the more somber state of of the vampire.
Spring creeps it's way into the countryside. Snows melt a bit more slowly this year. Little promises of greenery poke up through the snow, and the greenhouse may as well believe it to be summer. There's more to do with dates nearing, with...
...with other anniversaries nearing as well. Which is the point of doing this all in May. Alucard's not sure if he catches it first or if Sypha does, but there's a greater quiet from Trevor. Which means only one recourse.
They wait until there's a misty evening. The snows have lingered into early April, and tonight the light rain has created such a blanket. It is, Alucard imagines, how his father wanted the castle to be seen. Shrouded in mist. A new moon overhead, so the sky is so very dark. And in their room there is a fire, there is embroidery the vampire is working on, and there is wondering when Trevor will join them both.]
[ There is work to be done. There is always work to be done. Trevor is very good at finding work to do when he would rather not be in his own company, so much so that a heavy head and sore back may as well be the contents of a bottle these days. His idiot student comes to see him every few weeks, and he suspects it to be less for training these days and more for the fact that he's always sent away with whatever vegetables and leftovers they have to spare because a vampire hunter cannot be just skin and bones. A winter lasting this long means that people are hungry.
The effort to reclaim the castle continues slower now, because he has reached the rooms that Carmilla used as barracks for her soldiers, all full of the personal effects of every vampire in Europe, it seems. Some of it must be taken to the hold and sorted, and he would rather not force Alucard to sort through the things of his own torturers. Some things need to be moved to the old feeding cells, which requires Alucard's absence for a prolonged period (he cannot access the feeding cells via the study, and to the wall must be opened and reclosed, and that is not the work of a few hours), And some of it, shittily enough, is personal enough that it probably ought to be returned. Which is going to be a little awkward, considering the tone of Alucard's last interaction with all of these vampires, but none of them are so unkind to even foes as to deny them old letters from family, pictures of old friends from their days as humans, a wedding ring.
Work makes more work, and even with the garden largely controlled by the late frosts it isn't difficult for him to find things to do. He leaves the bed early and returns to it late and takes his meals at odd times and he doesn't have to think at all. He can do his thinking when this is done, a little way into May, when he can only have better things to think about.
It's late when he returns to the room, already cleaned (which isn't so rare these days, because he's working and work makes him filthy and he likes the bed too much to make it filthy) if not quite as well as he could be. He always misses the fingernails, and there's blood under them. He gives a 'mmph' of acknowledgement and just flops into the bed. ]
The effort to reclaim the castle continues slower now, because he has reached the rooms that Carmilla used as barracks for her soldiers, all full of the personal effects of every vampire in Europe, it seems. Some of it must be taken to the hold and sorted, and he would rather not force Alucard to sort through the things of his own torturers. Some things need to be moved to the old feeding cells, which requires Alucard's absence for a prolonged period (he cannot access the feeding cells via the study, and to the wall must be opened and reclosed, and that is not the work of a few hours), And some of it, shittily enough, is personal enough that it probably ought to be returned. Which is going to be a little awkward, considering the tone of Alucard's last interaction with all of these vampires, but none of them are so unkind to even foes as to deny them old letters from family, pictures of old friends from their days as humans, a wedding ring.
Work makes more work, and even with the garden largely controlled by the late frosts it isn't difficult for him to find things to do. He leaves the bed early and returns to it late and takes his meals at odd times and he doesn't have to think at all. He can do his thinking when this is done, a little way into May, when he can only have better things to think about.
It's late when he returns to the room, already cleaned (which isn't so rare these days, because he's working and work makes him filthy and he likes the bed too much to make it filthy) if not quite as well as he could be. He always misses the fingernails, and there's blood under them. He gives a 'mmph' of acknowledgement and just flops into the bed. ]
[Sypha is in the bed already, reading there rather than near Alucard because he's trying to keep at least some parts of the wedding a surprise. His own clothes, specifically, and some of the finer details of Sypha's dress can at least be kept secreted away until the next fitting. It's rather silly, all things considered, but it means something to him. The plans are known in general but some specifics are worth playing close to the chest.
When Trevor returns, the embroidery gets put aside. Folded neatly, then tucked under one of the pillows in a terrible attempt to hide it from prying eyes. It isn't much protection, but it is something. Alucard makes his way over to the side of the bed that Trevor is on (Sypha is still in the middle), and seats himself at the edge.
Working again. He smells cleaner than work usually makes him smell. Alucard puts a gentle hand on Trevor's side, and for a few moments, says nothing at all. They're still not a year out from the turning, and feeling the motions of breath is still a sacred thing some nights.
Like tonight.]
Long day?
[They can't be in bed for this.]
When Trevor returns, the embroidery gets put aside. Folded neatly, then tucked under one of the pillows in a terrible attempt to hide it from prying eyes. It isn't much protection, but it is something. Alucard makes his way over to the side of the bed that Trevor is on (Sypha is still in the middle), and seats himself at the edge.
Working again. He smells cleaner than work usually makes him smell. Alucard puts a gentle hand on Trevor's side, and for a few moments, says nothing at all. They're still not a year out from the turning, and feeling the motions of breath is still a sacred thing some nights.
Like tonight.]
Long day?
[They can't be in bed for this.]
[ There's another 'mmph' in answer, at first, and the feeling of muscles moving to relax under his skin at Alucard's touch. And then he breathes out, and it almost seems like he might have just breathed his skeleton out from his body, he falls so soft and boneless against the bed. It takes him a while to respond, because he's tired and this is nice. ]
You should go see your dogs tomorrow.
[ The wolf pack, he means. He likes them, and so that means they're dogs now. ]
You should go see your dogs tomorrow.
[ The wolf pack, he means. He likes them, and so that means they're dogs now. ]
What makes you suggest that?
[Alucard's long since given up trying to get Trevor to call them wolves. Everything that's dog shaped is Dog. This is the real Belmont family curse, and now he's going to be a part of it as well.
What's far more important is how Trevor just seems to become a pile of nothing at all the minute Alucard's hand is on his side. It's remarkable. Even a year ago, this wouldn't have happened.
He casts a glance over at Sypha. Maybe not tonight. She frowns, because him this relaxed may actually be ideal.
But he doesn't move or even think about nudging Trevor any further for a few more minutes, his hand just stroking Trevor's side. Making him as comfortable as possible.]
[Alucard's long since given up trying to get Trevor to call them wolves. Everything that's dog shaped is Dog. This is the real Belmont family curse, and now he's going to be a part of it as well.
What's far more important is how Trevor just seems to become a pile of nothing at all the minute Alucard's hand is on his side. It's remarkable. Even a year ago, this wouldn't have happened.
He casts a glance over at Sypha. Maybe not tonight. She frowns, because him this relaxed may actually be ideal.
But he doesn't move or even think about nudging Trevor any further for a few more minutes, his hand just stroking Trevor's side. Making him as comfortable as possible.]
Idiot [ His student does have a name, but Trevor never refers to him by anything other than insults among the three of them. ] ran all the way here, yelling that they caught a werewolf in one of the boar traps and he needed me to deal with it before it broke free.
[ He raises an arm lazily, waving it about in a gesture that's probably meant to mean something but that absolutely doesn't. ]
Not a werewolf. Don't know if it was one of yours. [ But, you know, it's rare to find injured wild animals willing to just let someone come up and touch them to get them loose. ] Leg's a little fucked up from pulling against the snare, but it ought to be able to keep it.
[ He raises an arm lazily, waving it about in a gesture that's probably meant to mean something but that absolutely doesn't. ]
Not a werewolf. Don't know if it was one of yours. [ But, you know, it's rare to find injured wild animals willing to just let someone come up and touch them to get them loose. ] Leg's a little fucked up from pulling against the snare, but it ought to be able to keep it.
Idiot.
[He says it with more weight, because really. Idiot. At dawn he'll go, basket of bandages held in his teeth, and ensure all is well. He has been good about figuring out the traps that others lay (Alucard doesn't use them himself, no need), so this is new and annoying in all the wrong ways.
This angle is terrible, so Alucard inches down further on the bed, until he's where Trevor's head is. (With a foot, the nightstand gets pushed aside so he has more room.) Nudges Trevor's head to his lap instead of the pillow, because this is better. Much better.]
Thank you for letting me know. I'll be out with first light.
[He says it with more weight, because really. Idiot. At dawn he'll go, basket of bandages held in his teeth, and ensure all is well. He has been good about figuring out the traps that others lay (Alucard doesn't use them himself, no need), so this is new and annoying in all the wrong ways.
This angle is terrible, so Alucard inches down further on the bed, until he's where Trevor's head is. (With a foot, the nightstand gets pushed aside so he has more room.) Nudges Trevor's head to his lap instead of the pillow, because this is better. Much better.]
Thank you for letting me know. I'll be out with first light.
[ Lap. Lap is a good place to be. He coils himself around Alucard like a cat, curling so that his knees are settled behind him (Sypha rolls her eyes when his legs encroach into her space, because unlike a cat he is not cat-sized, but pats his knee and shuffles to the side a little). ]
Getting married soon. Think I'm meant to be protecting my virtue.
[ By which he means he's a little too tired for the kind of thing this sort of affection usually leads to. Best to get that out of the way now, avoid disappointing anyone. ]
Getting married soon. Think I'm meant to be protecting my virtue.
[ By which he means he's a little too tired for the kind of thing this sort of affection usually leads to. Best to get that out of the way now, avoid disappointing anyone. ]
[It is much harder to gather Trevor up in his arms like this. Which was the plan for about two seconds, but there's too much of Trevor behind Alucard now so that's right out the window.
Alucard's hands still comb through Trevor's hair though, gentle and careful of any knots that may still remain. When he catches them, there's a few moments spent to undo it all, and then his hands return to their work.]
Oh, then I am a knight such a task.
[No disappointment at all. Only a soft laugh.]
Alucard's hands still comb through Trevor's hair though, gentle and careful of any knots that may still remain. When he catches them, there's a few moments spent to undo it all, and then his hands return to their work.]
Oh, then I am a knight such a task.
[No disappointment at all. Only a soft laugh.]
Page 34 of 47