[ The pressure starts. It starts in the point between his nose and the inner corners of his eyes, where the bone is thinnest (he has been learning so much about the structure of the human skull in the last week. He can manage an educated conversation with Alucard on the topic). And he knows how this goes. The bone snaps there first, at both points, then along the line of his scar, where it was scored over before so many years ago. Most days that's enough room for it to reform with the bony growths that aren't actually teeth (he has also been learning so much about the structure of the vampire skull). Some days it's not, and the bone between his nose and teeth cracks at the right side, along where the fang will eventually be.
But that doesn't happen. It's just pressure. Painful pressure, but just pressure. Nothing breaks. And it hurts, but what the fuck doesn't hurt right now? And if anything the pain sharpens his focus, because 'I want it to not fucking hurt' is a powerful thing to focus on.
He wants to lie on the grass with them both on summer afternoons, until he burns in the human way because all Belmonts, ironically, get fucking sunburn, and then stay there all through the evening to let the cool evening air soothe it. He wants Alucard's lips kissing down his spine. He wants Sypha to try out that thing she keeps threatening to, with the fake cock attached to a selection of straps. He wants to see if Alucard ever manages to successfully keep chickens when he's on such good terms with the local wolf back and wouldn't dream of denying them a meal if they were hungry. He wants to watch from the outside with Alucard, hand in hand and both staring in absolute fucking adoration while Sypha reunites with her family, all love and warmth and stories, and then try to excuse himself but fail as she drags the two of them into the firelight and forces them to introduce themselves to seventeen new people who they somehow havn't managed to meet any of the previous times this has happened.
There are false starts. He can feel his insides twisting about again, but then they stop. He chokes and pants with pain and- blood. There's blood in his mouth. And that's both horrible and a good sign, because whatever's happening inside him the vampire blood at least isn't healing it. ]
Fuck, fuck. [ His neck is bleeding. It's not as terrible as the original wound, but there's blood at the seams of that grey section of skin as his body rejects it. Because it's not part of him.
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But that doesn't happen. It's just pressure. Painful pressure, but just pressure. Nothing breaks. And it hurts, but what the fuck doesn't hurt right now? And if anything the pain sharpens his focus, because 'I want it to not fucking hurt' is a powerful thing to focus on.
He wants to lie on the grass with them both on summer afternoons, until he burns in the human way because all Belmonts, ironically, get fucking sunburn, and then stay there all through the evening to let the cool evening air soothe it. He wants Alucard's lips kissing down his spine. He wants Sypha to try out that thing she keeps threatening to, with the fake cock attached to a selection of straps. He wants to see if Alucard ever manages to successfully keep chickens when he's on such good terms with the local wolf back and wouldn't dream of denying them a meal if they were hungry. He wants to watch from the outside with Alucard, hand in hand and both staring in absolute fucking adoration while Sypha reunites with her family, all love and warmth and stories, and then try to excuse himself but fail as she drags the two of them into the firelight and forces them to introduce themselves to seventeen new people who they somehow havn't managed to meet any of the previous times this has happened.
There are false starts. He can feel his insides twisting about again, but then they stop. He chokes and pants with pain and- blood. There's blood in his mouth. And that's both horrible and a good sign, because whatever's happening inside him the vampire blood at least isn't healing it. ]
Fuck, fuck. [ His neck is bleeding. It's not as terrible as the original wound, but there's blood at the seams of that grey section of skin as his body rejects it. Because it's not part of him.
Because this is working. ]