[ He feels the noise just as much as he hears it, and that in itself is wonderful. 'Happy for once in his fucking life', it seems, been achieved. As far as he can tell by the fact that the kisses become no deeper, Alucard also seems to have the results of his testing. Lips slightly parted, kiss held for a few seconds but broken before any real desire for air arises, just long enough to appreciate the way Alucard's breath is so much cooler than his is.
(He can make fun of Alucard all he wants, but his own 'observe the vampire's actions in minute detail' habit is just as consuming as Alucard's need to go about all of this scientifically)
Alucard's cheeks are still flushed (no doubt Trevor is the ruddier of the two of them, but he can't see his own face) and his lips are parted a little and just slightly swollen and by now his hair has fallen around Trevor's head, blocking out everything but the two of them and- ]
[This is enough for now. Nothing rushed ahead for any number of reasons, but ultimately because this place feels good. Right. New and exciting but also so very comfortable. Trevor's probably noticed the very thin smile on Alucard's face at every broken embrace. There just long enough to disappear into kisses yet again.
(Alucard would argue that the observe the vampire part is actually the bigger problem, but that's because he's still not thinking science. It's an argument they should totally have for no reason at all one day.)
Alucard doesn't laugh at Trevor's words. Just stays where he is, and there's just a soft and utterly warm response.]
You'll run out of adjectives quickly if you start off with perfect.
[ He's smiling. He's smiling and that makes Trevor feel stupid and proud. Stupid, because as far as smiles go it's a shitty smile that he wouldn't even be able to tell was a smile if he wasn't used to observing, it shouldn't have nearly as much an effect on him as it does. And proud, because there. There is proof that he's done something right for once in his fucking life. ]
Suppose there's no fucking sense in asking if you're happy.
[In fairness, an Alucard smile is already impossible under most circumstances, so even one is a triumph at this point in time. That fact will change slowly, but for now, for now it might as well be a badge of victory for Trevor.]
You're wasting your breath on asking a question you know the answer to.
[Duh, Belmont. But there's a reason he's asking, and that verbal confirmation is apparently very needed. So Alucard relents.]
[ It's not quite correct without Sypha. But it's miles more correct than lying at opposite sides of a cold bed, somehow managing to be alone despite being only a few feet away from someone desperately important, and it only feels more so when Alucard finally humors him and says that he is, in fact, happy.
And for now, that is still important. Because he's spent his entire life avoiding things as fraught as other people's emotions. Recognizing them, trusting them, is still difficult, even with Alucard being as stupidly honest as he is. ]
For what it's worth, knocking you over seemed like a good idea at the time.
[He's too smug when he says that. It will be too funny to see how Sypha decides to react (joy that they've finally figured it all out or total exasperation at Trevor's tactics for dealing with emotions.) And moreover, it'll let her know exactly how they've arrived at their current point and what they must do next.
It's simple with just two. Configuring three in full will be far more complex. That's the honest truth of it all.
But for now there's quiet in the castle and the rays of dawn just starting to creep into the library. A warmer glow in contrast to the harsher electric lighting.]
More of a common curtosey that most arguments are going to get solved that way, I think.
[But also he's just being a brat, because he can, and because it'll make Sypha light up. That's one of the best things about her, how something will just make her entire face glow like a morning sunrise.
Speaking of. And speaking of being a brat, Alucard can't help but let out a soft noise, pressing against Trevor just a tiny bit more.]
[ It takes him a moment to understand what Alucard means, because there are a host of other stupid little moments he's thinking back to. He looks around for a moment, peeking out from behind the curtain of long golden hair around his face. And then he remembers. ]
Doesn't offend your delicate sensibilities after all, hmm? I suppose I ought to be grateful that I have your approval.
I've accepted that we will be forever arguing about the concept of bathing.
[He says it lightly, although he really has accepted it. Not happily, but in terms of arguments to pick, the bath thing isn't one of them. It is teasing fodder though.]
Mm.
[And the rest is content silence. Along with maybe another hand movement down Trevor's chest. What's the opposite of offending delicate sensibilities?]
Still not sure I like the concept. Sounds dangerous.
[ It's a joke, though it's true that even now with the convenience of clean, running water and not having to risk sickness or freezing or being more easily tracked by monsters in order to smell slightly less terrible he's easily the least enamored with the idea of bathing for its own sake.
And then, somewhat incredulously- ]
You're petting me.
[ Excuse you but one person here is actually secretly a big fluffy doggo and it is NOT HIM. ]
[It's going to always just be a gentle way to tease Trevor now. Alucard's happy to do that, because Trevor still calls him princeling and fair is fair.
...Wait.
Is he?
Alucard's hand goes still, and oh God. Trevor's right.]
[ But he is going to be teasing. So much. Because he remembers that comment now, and neither of them is ever willing to give up fuel for tormenting the other unless it goes too far. (Alucard hasn't mentioned the magical door of death in a long time. He doesn't discuss his family's thoughts on Dracula unbidden.) ]
[They've already figured out the important lines. Magic and Belmonts. Literally anything about Alucard's father. Fires in the destructive sense. They're important boundaries, and that they're being respected is even more so.
Well, Trevor, you've gone and done it. You've used the word cute. There's more red in his cheeks, and he is flustered as anything.]
That's a word I haven't had associated with myself.
[ Few people are as observant of Alucard, after all, as Trevor Belmont, who stares at vampires far, far too much. And he brings a hand up to Alucard's cheek, stroking it with a thumb. ]
You probably still don't even know what any of this is.
[ That was what he said, wasn't it? And things have changed since then, in the last hour or so. But they haven't necessarily become clearer. Just better. More comfortable. He doesn't know what this is either, but he has a few good guesses. ]
[The stink eye Trevor gets for that is deserved as far as Alucard is concerned. Because oh, it is there and he knows that the withering, pinched, judgmental face is as much a part of their back and forth as anything else.
Then he just sort of lets it go with a soft shake of his head.]
In truth, there's simply been too much happening to truly make sense of it all.
[Not just this but...very much this. Even this with Sypha.]
[ Excuse u which person here was it who took nearly 5 months to figure out that Trevor has best tiddy????
He pulls Alucard's head down against his shoulder, letting sunlight and golden hair alike fall over his face and lazily blowing the latter out of his eyes. ]
This is making shit bearable. It's what people do instead of lying down and dying.
[ Because that's not an option for either of them anymore. Because Sypha's gone and started caring about them both, so they have to live. ]
[Look he did not have the time to even think about tiddy. Now he does. Speaking of, Alucard's hand goes back to where it was as Trevor pulls him back towards the shoulder. He settles, and his eyes flutter closed. Just breathing the moment in.
He's quiet for a few moments. There's a soft hm to let Trevor know he's been heard, but the rest is the Heavy Thinker again. Making shit bearable wasn't supposed to happen like this.
What Alucard wants to do is make a shitty asshole comment about how they're harder to kill than most anyway. It falls flat on his tongue, and instead he just presses closer.]
[ Which sounds more like a threat to his ears than he intends it to, so he just shakes his head. ]
And you'd tell her about that, too. [ Which is to say, the ale isn't an option anymore and he understands that. ] If I'm damned either way, I may as well do what inconveniences you most.
You ought to watch yourself, or I might keep you from making lunch, too.
[ Because right now, holding on to the vampire and being hungry seems better than letting go and being fed. He's half considering seeing if he can get away with sleeping like this. Because if he's being honest, that's what he's wanted most since Sypha left and why this all began when it did. ]
Hm. Well, it's terribly early now. I'll let your stomach pick the argument come noon.
[The vampire's fine with waiting. It is early, and maybe they could do with slightly more rest. That might require moving though, and Alucard can guess Trevor's firmly against that.]
[ He twists his head a little, so that Alucard's is rested neatly between his chin and his shoulder, and rubs his back softly. It's nice, to be able to feel a heartbeat and breathing against him. He's gone soft, become used to it, so that the lack of either feels like something is terribly wrong. ]
But if you want me to go back to the room to do it, I'm carrying you again.
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(He can make fun of Alucard all he wants, but his own 'observe the vampire's actions in minute detail' habit is just as consuming as Alucard's need to go about all of this scientifically)
Alucard's cheeks are still flushed (no doubt Trevor is the ruddier of the two of them, but he can't see his own face) and his lips are parted a little and just slightly swollen and by now his hair has fallen around Trevor's head, blocking out everything but the two of them and- ]
Fuck. You're perfect.
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(Alucard would argue that the observe the vampire part is actually the bigger problem, but that's because he's still not thinking science. It's an argument they should totally have for no reason at all one day.)
Alucard doesn't laugh at Trevor's words. Just stays where he is, and there's just a soft and utterly warm response.]
You'll run out of adjectives quickly if you start off with perfect.
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[ He's smiling. He's smiling and that makes Trevor feel stupid and proud. Stupid, because as far as smiles go it's a shitty smile that he wouldn't even be able to tell was a smile if he wasn't used to observing, it shouldn't have nearly as much an effect on him as it does. And proud, because there. There is proof that he's done something right for once in his fucking life. ]
Suppose there's no fucking sense in asking if you're happy.
[ And yet here he is, doing it. ]
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You're wasting your breath on asking a question you know the answer to.
[Duh, Belmont. But there's a reason he's asking, and that verbal confirmation is apparently very needed. So Alucard relents.]
Yes.
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[ It's not quite correct without Sypha. But it's miles more correct than lying at opposite sides of a cold bed, somehow managing to be alone despite being only a few feet away from someone desperately important, and it only feels more so when Alucard finally humors him and says that he is, in fact, happy.
And for now, that is still important. Because he's spent his entire life avoiding things as fraught as other people's emotions. Recognizing them, trusting them, is still difficult, even with Alucard being as stupidly honest as he is. ]
For what it's worth, knocking you over seemed like a good idea at the time.
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[He's too smug when he says that. It will be too funny to see how Sypha decides to react (joy that they've finally figured it all out or total exasperation at Trevor's tactics for dealing with emotions.) And moreover, it'll let her know exactly how they've arrived at their current point and what they must do next.
It's simple with just two. Configuring three in full will be far more complex. That's the honest truth of it all.
But for now there's quiet in the castle and the rays of dawn just starting to creep into the library. A warmer glow in contrast to the harsher electric lighting.]
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[ He laughs again. He's used to Sypha's weight against him when he does that. Alucard's is different, cooler and more angular. ]
She'll be glad I didn't try to start a fight, I'm sure.
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[But also he's just being a brat, because he can, and because it'll make Sypha light up. That's one of the best things about her, how something will just make her entire face glow like a morning sunrise.
Speaking of. And speaking of being a brat, Alucard can't help but let out a soft noise, pressing against Trevor just a tiny bit more.]
It's a decent view.
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Doesn't offend your delicate sensibilities after all, hmm? I suppose I ought to be grateful that I have your approval.
[ Princeling. ]
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[He says it lightly, although he really has accepted it. Not happily, but in terms of arguments to pick, the bath thing isn't one of them. It is teasing fodder though.]
Mm.
[And the rest is content silence. Along with maybe another hand movement down Trevor's chest. What's the opposite of offending delicate sensibilities?]
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[ It's a joke, though it's true that even now with the convenience of clean, running water and not having to risk sickness or freezing or being more easily tracked by monsters in order to smell slightly less terrible he's easily the least enamored with the idea of bathing for its own sake.
And then, somewhat incredulously- ]
You're petting me.
[ Excuse you but one person here is actually secretly a big fluffy doggo and it is NOT HIM. ]
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[It's going to always just be a gentle way to tease Trevor now. Alucard's happy to do that, because Trevor still calls him princeling and fair is fair.
...Wait.
Is he?
Alucard's hand goes still, and oh God. Trevor's right.]
I...apparently I am.
[He's. He's going to stop.]
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[ But he is going to be teasing. So much. Because he remembers that comment now, and neither of them is ever willing to give up fuel for tormenting the other unless it goes too far. (Alucard hasn't mentioned the magical door of death in a long time. He doesn't discuss his family's thoughts on Dracula unbidden.) ]
It was cute. I'm flattered.
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Well, Trevor, you've gone and done it. You've used the word cute. There's more red in his cheeks, and he is flustered as anything.]
That's a word I haven't had associated with myself.
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[ Few people are as observant of Alucard, after all, as Trevor Belmont, who stares at vampires far, far too much. And he brings a hand up to Alucard's cheek, stroking it with a thumb. ]
You probably still don't even know what any of this is.
[ That was what he said, wasn't it? And things have changed since then, in the last hour or so. But they haven't necessarily become clearer. Just better. More comfortable. He doesn't know what this is either, but he has a few good guesses. ]
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[The stink eye Trevor gets for that is deserved as far as Alucard is concerned. Because oh, it is there and he knows that the withering, pinched, judgmental face is as much a part of their back and forth as anything else.
Then he just sort of lets it go with a soft shake of his head.]
In truth, there's simply been too much happening to truly make sense of it all.
[Not just this but...very much this. Even this with Sypha.]
It is all new to me.
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[ Excuse u which person here was it who took nearly 5 months to figure out that Trevor has best tiddy????
He pulls Alucard's head down against his shoulder, letting sunlight and golden hair alike fall over his face and lazily blowing the latter out of his eyes. ]
This is making shit bearable. It's what people do instead of lying down and dying.
[ Because that's not an option for either of them anymore. Because Sypha's gone and started caring about them both, so they have to live. ]
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He's quiet for a few moments. There's a soft hm to let Trevor know he's been heard, but the rest is the Heavy Thinker again. Making shit bearable wasn't supposed to happen like this.
What Alucard wants to do is make a shitty asshole comment about how they're harder to kill than most anyway. It falls flat on his tongue, and instead he just presses closer.]
Different approach than I expected. Better.
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[ Which sounds more like a threat to his ears than he intends it to, so he just shakes his head. ]
And you'd tell her about that, too. [ Which is to say, the ale isn't an option anymore and he understands that. ] If I'm damned either way, I may as well do what inconveniences you most.
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[Trevor's commitment to being an inconvenience is touching though.]
And yes. How inconvenient for me that I'm being held here instead of making breakfast.
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[ Because right now, holding on to the vampire and being hungry seems better than letting go and being fed. He's half considering seeing if he can get away with sleeping like this. Because if he's being honest, that's what he's wanted most since Sypha left and why this all began when it did. ]
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[The vampire's fine with waiting. It is early, and maybe they could do with slightly more rest. That might require moving though, and Alucard can guess Trevor's firmly against that.]
Do you think you can sleep again?
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[ He twists his head a little, so that Alucard's is rested neatly between his chin and his shoulder, and rubs his back softly. It's nice, to be able to feel a heartbeat and breathing against him. He's gone soft, become used to it, so that the lack of either feels like something is terribly wrong. ]
But if you want me to go back to the room to do it, I'm carrying you again.