[He murmurs it after the kiss, and this time the vampire's far too in his own head to realize he's pressed his head up against Trevor's neck entirely.]
[ He can hear the cracking now, his breath coming quick and shallow. He can ignore it. He can endure it. Alucard needs him, and he can endure near enough anything if there's a reason for it.
He's been thinking about that a lot lately. About why the feeding seems easier than anything else. It's because there's a purpose to it. Because even if Alucard doesn't need the blood, it's something he can give. And that- feels better than anything else could feel bad.
This is easier still. He endure, and he can curl his arms around Alucard and Sypha both, pulling all of them tightly around their vampire. A wall of adoration (a wall of fragile, short-lived humans) between him and anything that could come close. ]
[It's a loaded sentence. It's knowing that had the matter of the estate gone a different way, there would have been such a benefit to Alucard. That even now, every feeding, there's a terrible tiny part of him that is selfish that wants to keep them both forever.
He presses against Trevor. That selfish part of the vampire wins out right now, for all that he can hear those shallow breaths, he doesn't move at all.]
[ He can hear the cracking. They're talking about turning and he can hear the cracking. But he can endure. Alucard needs him, and he can endure. He turns his head, kissing at whatever he can reach. ]
We found you, even when you made yourself fucking impossible to find. Someone else will, too. People fall down holes all the time.
[Alucard's not sure where his arms are. (Pinned to his sides.) He moves one, so that it's tight around Trevor. So that his fingers can move up and down Trevor's spine, counting vertebrae to try and center himself.]
Won't be you both. And I'm not allowed in holes anymore, remember? Those were the terms of the Hold's custody.
You’re allowed in the hold. Maybe someone will fall down there.
[ He’s always been quick to melt into hands along his spine, and despite everything now is no exception. It helps a little. Keeps him grounded. ]
You can look forward to it. A husband who doesn’t have any fucking baggage. A wife who never breaks anything. [ He shouldn’t joke. He knows he shouldn’t joke, and he sighs and sinks against Alucard’s hand on his back. ] They won’t be is, but they’ll love you. How could they fucking not?
[Trevor's reaction is only encouragement to keep going. To keep counting what Alucard brushes against, because that's helping to weather this moment as well.
There's a petulant response. The who cares, it isn't you and that's all I want, the part that Carmilla encourages. There's the part that knows that Trevor is right in some regard (it will be 300 years. Her name will be Maria, and she'll be from one of those distant Belmont branches.)
Then there is the quiet realization of where his head has buried itself, and the slight recoil (because fully recoiling is not possible, the vampire is too held in place.)]
[ Sypha stirs at that, making a small, exhausted noise of confusion. ]
‘s the nightmares again. Nothing that needs burning.
[ In her sleep, mostly, she makes a noiseof sympathy and buries her face in Alucard’s hair, moving one and to his hip, and then she’s dead to the world once again. Trevor sighs, shaking his head.. ]
It’s fine. Easier, when I have other shit to worry about.
Hope you like getting paws shoved in weird places.
[It's a straight forward process, but still.]
These will ease up once we're home. [Carmilla is, after all, well excised from the castle.
But there is a lingering matter, and Alucard has to be daring approach it. He moves the other hand, not the one on Trevor's spine, and rests it on the spot where his own fangs have met flesh.]
Wouldn’t be the first part of your body shoved in a weird place.
[ He’s going to have to be more vulnerable than he’d like to be, so he’ll take the easy joke first. ]
It’s- the biting helps. Because even though I know you hate it, it still feels like- like giving you something, I suppose. Like it’s something I’m doing for a reason, not just for myself. And that makes it all easier. Means I can stand it while I get used to it.
No, but those are usually far more pleasurable times.
[This is like, where boners go to die.
Alucard is still. Alucard is very quiet, the hand on Trevor's back going still save for a small spot where his thumb strokes up and down, like that might encourage more words.]
Easier is the goal. Easiest is the end point.
[They're words for them both, perhaps.]
I wish it could be fixed with one wave of Sypha's magic.
Well, when you put it like that, I do start to have some doubts.
[The sentiment is what's important. That and the way that when something like this happens, there's the promise of the wall of warmth that blocks out the whole of the outside world.]
[ He kisses Alucard again, taking these last few moments to enjoy the presence of his people-shaped form. They've not seen a lot of it lately. ]
A couple more days. They'll all behave, I think, for a little while. For fear of pissing off stronger vampires from outside, vampires and hunters alike. In both of their interests that outside forces don't move in, after all. Vampires get to stay at the top of the food chain, hunters get the devil they know. [ A pause. ] I don't fucking know. Forever, maybe. Hope not.
Here dealing with this particular version of shit.
[It's so easy to lean into the kiss. It isn't as if the vampire has been touch starved for the last few days - the affection given to his bat form is almost too intense - but it's different. Being people shaped means so much after being so limited.]
So long as a little while is a decade or two then. [Alucard's hand returns to stroking up and down Trevor's spine, moving at a leisurely, gentle pace.] That much would do us all some good.
[ The breath that leaves him is long and slow rather than the quick, shallow ones that preceded it. He leans into the touch, the way it lulls him into a state of relaxed contentment despite everything else. ]
A little while with nothing terrible demanding our attention. [ He chuckles. ] It'd be nice, if I didn't need a crisis or five to function.
[There. That's the state Alucard wants his stupid, ridiculous needs a crisis to function husband to always be in. If not safe, he's at least relaxed, and that counts for so very, very much.]
We'll make little things into the right kind of thing you need to make it through the day. I could start with a wife who's not kissed enough....
No, I suppose not. You'll have to settle I'm afraid.
[Settle for an idiot who's trying not to blush at a hand being placed on his cheek. When Alucard exhales, he might as well be swooning from the simplicity of the gesture.]
Probably. If there's another dream, you'll know. [And, more importantly for the vampire:] Yourself?
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[He murmurs it after the kiss, and this time the vampire's far too in his own head to realize he's pressed his head up against Trevor's neck entirely.]
She voices everything a vampire ought to do.
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He's been thinking about that a lot lately. About why the feeding seems easier than anything else. It's because there's a purpose to it. Because even if Alucard doesn't need the blood, it's something he can give. And that- feels better than anything else could feel bad.
This is easier still. He endure, and he can curl his arms around Alucard and Sypha both, pulling all of them tightly around their vampire. A wall of adoration (a wall of fragile, short-lived humans) between him and anything that could come close. ]
What ought a vampire do?
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[It's a loaded sentence. It's knowing that had the matter of the estate gone a different way, there would have been such a benefit to Alucard. That even now, every feeding, there's a terrible tiny part of him that is selfish that wants to keep them both forever.
He presses against Trevor. That selfish part of the vampire wins out right now, for all that he can hear those shallow breaths, he doesn't move at all.]
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We found you, even when you made yourself fucking impossible to find. Someone else will, too. People fall down holes all the time.
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Won't be you both. And I'm not allowed in holes anymore, remember? Those were the terms of the Hold's custody.
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[ He’s always been quick to melt into hands along his spine, and despite everything now is no exception. It helps a little. Keeps him grounded. ]
You can look forward to it. A husband who doesn’t have any fucking baggage. A wife who never breaks anything. [ He shouldn’t joke. He knows he shouldn’t joke, and he sighs and sinks against Alucard’s hand on his back. ] They won’t be is, but they’ll love you. How could they fucking not?
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There's a petulant response. The who cares, it isn't you and that's all I want, the part that Carmilla encourages. There's the part that knows that Trevor is right in some regard (it will be 300 years. Her name will be Maria, and she'll be from one of those distant Belmont branches.)
Then there is the quiet realization of where his head has buried itself, and the slight recoil (because fully recoiling is not possible, the vampire is too held in place.)]
--!
I didn't mean to rest there--
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‘s the nightmares again. Nothing that needs burning.
[ In her sleep, mostly, she makes a noiseof sympathy and buries her face in Alucard’s hair, moving one and to his hip, and then she’s dead to the world once again. Trevor sighs, shaking his head.. ]
It’s fine. Easier, when I have other shit to worry about.
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...So...the solution is ultimately to worry you till it's no longer a thought at all?
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[ He laughs, and now that Alucard's backed away just a little he can reach to kiss him again. ]
Just find some crisis or another for me to take care of, and I'll be fine.
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Any particular requests?
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[ He doesn't quite laugh, but it's in his voice. He knows how bullshit it is that the only way to turn this off is to be worried for someone else. ]
Hard to think of anything that I don't already know we can fix.
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[There's a near laugh in the vampire's voice when he says it.]
In the mean time, I think that if I'm to get any sleep tonight, I'll need to be a wolf instead of a bat.
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[ Because Sypha's attached. And Trevor has no plans to let go, either. Sorry, vampire. You're stuck. ]
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[It's a straight forward process, but still.]
These will ease up once we're home. [Carmilla is, after all, well excised from the castle.
But there is a lingering matter, and Alucard has to be daring approach it. He moves the other hand, not the one on Trevor's spine, and rests it on the spot where his own fangs have met flesh.]
Is any of this helping?
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[ He’s going to have to be more vulnerable than he’d like to be, so he’ll take the easy joke first. ]
It’s- the biting helps. Because even though I know you hate it, it still feels like- like giving you something, I suppose. Like it’s something I’m doing for a reason, not just for myself. And that makes it all easier. Means I can stand it while I get used to it.
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[This is like, where boners go to die.
Alucard is still. Alucard is very quiet, the hand on Trevor's back going still save for a small spot where his thumb strokes up and down, like that might encourage more words.]
Easier is the goal. Easiest is the end point.
[They're words for them both, perhaps.]
I wish it could be fixed with one wave of Sypha's magic.
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[ He chuckles. Fair enough. He’d risk it, for an easier way to do all of this. ]
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[The sentiment is what's important. That and the way that when something like this happens, there's the promise of the wall of warmth that blocks out the whole of the outside world.]
How much longer do you think we'll be here?
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[ He kisses Alucard again, taking these last few moments to enjoy the presence of his people-shaped form. They've not seen a lot of it lately. ]
A couple more days. They'll all behave, I think, for a little while. For fear of pissing off stronger vampires from outside, vampires and hunters alike. In both of their interests that outside forces don't move in, after all. Vampires get to stay at the top of the food chain, hunters get the devil they know. [ A pause. ] I don't fucking know. Forever, maybe. Hope not.
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[It's so easy to lean into the kiss. It isn't as if the vampire has been touch starved for the last few days - the affection given to his bat form is almost too intense - but it's different. Being people shaped means so much after being so limited.]
So long as a little while is a decade or two then. [Alucard's hand returns to stroking up and down Trevor's spine, moving at a leisurely, gentle pace.] That much would do us all some good.
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A little while with nothing terrible demanding our attention. [ He chuckles. ] It'd be nice, if I didn't need a crisis or five to function.
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We'll make little things into the right kind of thing you need to make it through the day. I could start with a wife who's not kissed enough....
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[ He brings his hand to Alucard's face, brushing a thumb over his lips again to confirm that there's nothing there that shouldn't be. ]
You going to be okay?
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[Settle for an idiot who's trying not to blush at a hand being placed on his cheek. When Alucard exhales, he might as well be swooning from the simplicity of the gesture.]
Probably. If there's another dream, you'll know. [And, more importantly for the vampire:] Yourself?
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