[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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[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.