[ Their first return to what-it-still-felt-odd-to-call-home had been. Strange. Difficult. Emotional. Most of the castle was still unsafe. It wasn't ready for them. Alucard hadn't been ready for them either, Trevor suspects. The castle never saw a Belmont twice, up until then. And maybe its master hadn't been expecting them to return either. They'd spent the night outside, that night, in the late spring air and on the same bedrolls they'd been dragging around on the wagon. And he wasn't sure if he'd ever seen anyone so simultaneously joyful and anguished as Alucard had been when he'd watched Sypha curl up into his arms to sleep.
Because he and Sypha made a different shape, these days, and they still had to work out how to fit Alucard against it.
It had been simple enough in the end. Or rather, it had been simple enough for Sypha. She was good at this shit. She mediated, and she slept between them, and they both adored her. They set up the room where they would sleep between them, and Alucard figured out which areas of the castle were safe and things were- whatever fucked up kind of thing passes for normal in his life nowadays.
Sypha isn't here now, called off to aid one of the caravans with some kind of magical bullshit that he doesn't understand, and so once again they've been left with a pair of shapes that don't quite fit together so much as they both fit against her. ]
You don't have to pretend to sleep for my sake. That shit must bore you out of your mind.
[ It's the early hours of the morning, and it's a deeply weird feeling, after a few weeks of the three of them being piled into a definitely-not-large-enough-for-three bed, to be sharing a bed with someone and determinedly not touching them. And he still has his eyes closed, his back turned to Alucard, but he can hear the way he's breathing. And he's still a Belmont who Must Observe the Vampire. He knows what awake-Alucard's breath sounds like. ]
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Because he and Sypha made a different shape, these days, and they still had to work out how to fit Alucard against it.
It had been simple enough in the end. Or rather, it had been simple enough for Sypha. She was good at this shit. She mediated, and she slept between them, and they both adored her. They set up the room where they would sleep between them, and Alucard figured out which areas of the castle were safe and things were- whatever fucked up kind of thing passes for normal in his life nowadays.
Sypha isn't here now, called off to aid one of the caravans with some kind of magical bullshit that he doesn't understand, and so once again they've been left with a pair of shapes that don't quite fit together so much as they both fit against her. ]
You don't have to pretend to sleep for my sake. That shit must bore you out of your mind.
[ It's the early hours of the morning, and it's a deeply weird feeling, after a few weeks of the three of them being piled into a definitely-not-large-enough-for-three bed, to be sharing a bed with someone and determinedly not touching them. And he still has his eyes closed, his back turned to Alucard, but he can hear the way he's breathing. And he's still a Belmont who Must Observe the Vampire. He knows what awake-Alucard's breath sounds like. ]