I'd like to think we're running out of revelations, by this point. Unless we're going to find out that the fucking dog is behind all of this, I don't think I can be surprised any more.
[ He takes the hand and examines it, running a thumb over the fleshy parts of the palm where the burns were earlier. They are, indeed, gone.
He's half debating whether it would be appropriate to lay his lips to Alucard's wrist (aka Wallachia Man's favourite part of local vampire to kiss), but settles on no when it becomes clear that his attention is on work. ]
Something else? I was joking/i> about the dog thing.
[Alucard's hand tries to hold onto Trevor. Even as he's reading. Even as his mind is racing because he's caught something his father didn't when the stone was first developed. Magic is about intent. He didn't know that, he didn't account for that at the outset.
And what else might be wrong?
He puts the thought aside for a moment. There's nothing more he wants to do than to run into this thought not only for fear of forgetting, but because it allow him to avoid sleep for the night. Instead, Alucard turns around so that he's facing Trevor. Knees against knees. And he puts his hands on both of Trevor's cheeks and kisses him on the lips for a very, very long moment.
(It is a terribly inappropriate time, but at this point, every time shall be terribly inappropriate.)
And when he breaks that kiss, it's to say only one thing:]
You are never allowed to claim that I am too overprotective of you both.
You say that like I've ever cared whether I'm allowed to do something.
[ He's breathless when Alucard breaks the kiss, mostly from surprise, but he's never let a silly thing like needing air keep him from making an unnecessarily combative remark. He does need a few moments to get his composure back after that, though. Congratulations, vampire, you have successfully slightly-flustered the Belmont. ]
[Alucard's hands do not move. He sighs, resting his forehead against Trevor's, nothing else visible beyond Alucard's face and the fire's glow illuminating strands of hair.]
[ He gives a quiet 'hmm' at that, because fuck if it doesn't get to him when Alucard gets like this. The constant affection is one thing, and it's wonderful, but the sudden intense bursts of it like this-
-well, he's going to have to be a contrary asshole just to deal with it. And so he presses his lips to one of Alucard's wrists, whispering softly- ]
[The blush is just a normal reaction now, when lips are pressed to wrists. Made all the more intense because he can feel the words being said against his skin as well as hear.
If Trevor's going to be contrary, then Alucard's going to just say the only thing he can.]
So are you.
[It just shows in such different ways. With Alucard it's constant. Like affection. They're hand in hand. With Trevor it's more situational. Both are good. Both are needed.]
I'm- [ and he presses his lips against Alucard's wrist again before pulling his hands away so he can lean forward and rest his head against Alucard's shoulder. ] -the perfect amount of protective.
[ Okay so this isn't actually as comfortable as he thought it would be but he doesn't care. It's still nice. ]
[As pleasant a weight as Trevor's head is, the angle is terrible. Absolutely horrid. So the management decision is made to simply close the distance between them both.
What that translates as is gently picking Trevor's head back up, and then nudging Trevor's knees gently. Move these things.]
[ He makes the most token, half-arsed attempt at standing, just enough to shift slightly and and find a good angle for when he just lets himself flop to one side, falling between Alucard's knees to settle himself against his chest. BECAUSE SOMETIMES THE BELMONT ALSO WANTS TIDDY. ]
Things will be normal again soon enough. In time for the first blackberries.
[Not what Alucard was intending, but that's just fine. Trevor should be held so very close after today, and Alucard does so without hesitation. His chest is there to be rested on too. He can kiss the top of Trevor's head from this angle, can hold him so very close.]
Mmm. And all the other abundances of summer.
[Real summer, not this repeated day over and over again. There's quiet on Alucard's end, and his mind drifts back to the notes that are still on the table. He won't voice his theories out loud yet, there's too much reading to be done first, but....
...but a second stone isn't the point. The castle isn't the point. He knows it.]
[They'll have to find new places to carve out as just theirs. In the castle, in the forest, maybe a little bit further afield. They are not things meant for cities, not really, but some days it is strange to be so very, very remote and yet still serve the needs of the world.]
[So yes. He will, because he'll be worn so thin by that point that dreams won't happen. It will just be exhaustion in control, and that means real rest until dinner time, and then working until all hours again.
Alucard rests his entire face on top of Trevor's head. His hair is warm and thick and comforting to just have there, and god if this isn't a comfort right now, then what is?]
It's a great plan. Let the sun heat up the grass during the day, then sleep on it until it gets cool again.
[ Best thing about summer, blackberries aside.
How would they even begin to bear this, were they not all here? Alucard's arms around him, his breath in his hair - they make this easier. Chase away the horrors of it. ]
Should make you do this more often.
[ Having his arms wrapped around him, he means, the weight of his head above him. Usually it's the other way around (because Alucard is so often the one to protect them in their daily lives, there's something delightful about being able to return that and hide him from the world with their own affections). It's nice. Safe.
[Home. He misses the castle so dearly. He loves it even more now, if that was even possible. It is home, it is a safe haven, it is something born of terrible circumstances and something that ended as home for himself and his mother. At least, in his father's life time, that's what it became.
Alucard shifts just enough so that he can run his fingers through Trevor's hair. It's thick and not quite in need of a wash yet and the easiest part to touch.]
All that requires is you doing exactly this.
[Flopping into arms before Alucard can do the same. He loves being held by the other two, but this is precious time spent too.]
[ He gives a contented sigh at Alucard's fingers in his hair, settling against him more closely. And- it's a weird question, but there's no better time to ask it. ]
Would you dream differently, as a wolf? Or as a bat?
[ It's probably good, at least, that they can talk about the dreams candidly. Even if that itself doesn't help, just being able to try makes the situation feel a lot less powerless. He places a hand on Alucard's leg, stroking softly. ]
We'll just have to find some way to stop you from thinking. [ And he laughs, and it sounds warm even to his ears. ] Once we're home. Some way to render you incapable of thinking too hard. While in bed. Can't imagine how.
It was a good thought. Although I expect you'd just want to see my paws twitch like I'm running in my sleep.
[He'll indulge all things canine for a moment, just because he can. Alucard's aware that his mind remains his mind in other forms, and the traits he picks up are just natural.
There's a quiet, content stillness with the rest of Trevor's words. Never mind talking about dreams. They can kiss and still venture thoughts about bed without the overwhelming shadows of the past making it Super Weird. It's important. Almost as important as that incredibly warm laugh that sees Alucard plant a flurry of kisses to the top of Trevor's head.]
I'll leave that part of thinking to you. I'm sure that you can come up with something.
[ He says it dryly, but- no, he really does want to see that now. It sounds great.
And then - then begins something of a feedback loop, because his response to those kisses is to keep laughing. Because even now, in one of his rare moods where he genuinely does just want to lean here and be showered with affection, he doesn't quite know how to respond to it. ]
You shouldn't have told me about that. Now I'm going to have to see you sleep as a wolf, just to see if you do it.
[Not tomorrow's. Tomorrow's is for continuing this rare, glorious thing that has happened. Alucard knows that Trevor is like this once in a blue moon, and all he can do is hold on. Keep covering the Belmont in affection, because this might be the last time for this mood.
The world demands such cold from the three of them. It's the only advantage they have in fighting the horrible tides on the past, that coldness, that pragmatism. The price paid for is loathing, is distrust, is never being acknowledged for all that they have done to ensure that there is still a world to live in. So the warmth like this is secret. Precious. And Alucard has come to accept that there is a thrill in that little inch of secrecy.]
[ And also just plain hold him, once he tires of just being held himself and doing very little else. Which usually happens soon enough but- for now, this is nice. He's been trying to have control of the situation all day, it's good to let Alucard have a turn.
The laughter finally stops and he turns his head up to kiss whatever of Alucard's face he can reach from this angle. ]
[There's a moment between when Trevor's laugh stops and the kisses begin in earnest, and in that moment there is nothing but the purest adoration on Alucard's face. All softness, all gentle lines, all love because what else can he do in this wonderful moment but look at Trevor and want to make sure that the love had is clearly known. (It is, it has been for ages, but still.)
It's never like this when they travel. Too much of the world can still see them, and the coldness of whatever the work is allows for only little moments. This place, this estate, it's the only other place besides home that has ever witnessed this. Perhaps that is right, for who it was once home to. Perhaps not. Perhaps this is all just an attempt to fight and claw at the shadows of legacy that loom even heavier now.
It'll always be like this, fighting those shadows and expectations. What else could it ever be? But if these moments are a part of that struggle, then what else can that struggle be called but a good strife?
Alucard leans down so that there's an entire face to kiss. He holds Trevor close. There's no work to do right now, no terrible thing looming on the horizon. Just this.]
Careful, you might make me think that's a complaint.
[ This was Leon's home once. Mathias' home. Sara's. And yet, somehow he doubts they ever dragged bedding from the servants' quarters into the kitchens to sleep there.
No matter how fiercely the three of them loved each other, they were not them. They were different people, who lived in a different time. Who loved, no doubt, in different ways. At the very least, none of them are half as wordy as Leon was. Leon's journals were a comfort, in that much. There are traits of their ancestors that he recognizes in the three of them, but those are traits that exist in so many others.
And Alucard is making that face - that fucking face, it's ridiculous that a vampire should resemble the fucking sun so much - and he can't even think about that anymore because he can barely think about whether 'the vampire is being cute you need to see him' is a reasonable reason to wake Sypha. ]
My best love.
[ He says it as a joke, but it comes out sounding too sincere for that. Warm and quiet and not all that weird at all. ]
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[ He takes the hand and examines it, running a thumb over the fleshy parts of the palm where the burns were earlier. They are, indeed, gone.
He's half debating whether it would be appropriate to lay his lips to Alucard's wrist (aka Wallachia Man's favourite part of local vampire to kiss), but settles on no when it becomes clear that his attention is on work. ]
Something else? I was joking/i> about the dog thing.
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[Alucard's hand tries to hold onto Trevor. Even as he's reading. Even as his mind is racing because he's caught something his father didn't when the stone was first developed. Magic is about intent. He didn't know that, he didn't account for that at the outset.
And what else might be wrong?
He puts the thought aside for a moment. There's nothing more he wants to do than to run into this thought not only for fear of forgetting, but because it allow him to avoid sleep for the night. Instead, Alucard turns around so that he's facing Trevor. Knees against knees. And he puts his hands on both of Trevor's cheeks and kisses him on the lips for a very, very long moment.
(It is a terribly inappropriate time, but at this point, every time shall be terribly inappropriate.)
And when he breaks that kiss, it's to say only one thing:]
You are never allowed to claim that I am too overprotective of you both.
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[ He's breathless when Alucard breaks the kiss, mostly from surprise, but he's never let a silly thing like needing air keep him from making an unnecessarily combative remark. He does need a few moments to get his composure back after that, though. Congratulations, vampire, you have successfully slightly-flustered the Belmont. ]
-Should I ask what brought this on?
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[Alucard's hands do not move. He sighs, resting his forehead against Trevor's, nothing else visible beyond Alucard's face and the fire's glow illuminating strands of hair.]
Thank you.
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-well, he's going to have to be a contrary asshole just to deal with it. And so he presses his lips to one of Alucard's wrists, whispering softly- ]
You're too fucking overprotective of us both.
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If Trevor's going to be contrary, then Alucard's going to just say the only thing he can.]
So are you.
[It just shows in such different ways. With Alucard it's constant. Like affection. They're hand in hand. With Trevor it's more situational. Both are good. Both are needed.]
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[ Okay so this isn't actually as comfortable as he thought it would be but he doesn't care. It's still nice. ]
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[As pleasant a weight as Trevor's head is, the angle is terrible. Absolutely horrid. So the management decision is made to simply close the distance between them both.
What that translates as is gently picking Trevor's head back up, and then nudging Trevor's knees gently. Move these things.]
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Things will be normal again soon enough. In time for the first blackberries.
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Mmm. And all the other abundances of summer.
[Real summer, not this repeated day over and over again. There's quiet on Alucard's end, and his mind drifts back to the notes that are still on the table. He won't voice his theories out loud yet, there's too much reading to be done first, but....
...but a second stone isn't the point. The castle isn't the point. He knows it.]
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[ Be just them, and not the products of history following predetermined paths, not soldier, scholar, hunter. ]
're you going to sleep tonight? [ He suspects the answer is 'no, but there's no harm in asking. ]
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[They'll have to find new places to carve out as just theirs. In the castle, in the forest, maybe a little bit further afield. They are not things meant for cities, not really, but some days it is strange to be so very, very remote and yet still serve the needs of the world.]
No. Are you?
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[ He sleeps lighter, in the sunlight. Wakes easier once things turn sour. And also, warm florr. ]
If you join me, it'll be two against one. We might even get her to join in.
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[So yes. He will, because he'll be worn so thin by that point that dreams won't happen. It will just be exhaustion in control, and that means real rest until dinner time, and then working until all hours again.
Alucard rests his entire face on top of Trevor's head. His hair is warm and thick and comforting to just have there, and god if this isn't a comfort right now, then what is?]
I do like the plan though.
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[ Best thing about summer, blackberries aside.
How would they even begin to bear this, were they not all here? Alucard's arms around him, his breath in his hair - they make this easier. Chase away the horrors of it. ]
Should make you do this more often.
[ Having his arms wrapped around him, he means, the weight of his head above him. Usually it's the other way around (because Alucard is so often the one to protect them in their daily lives, there's something delightful about being able to return that and hide him from the world with their own affections). It's nice. Safe.
He should be an overprotective shit more often. ]
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[Home. He misses the castle so dearly. He loves it even more now, if that was even possible. It is home, it is a safe haven, it is something born of terrible circumstances and something that ended as home for himself and his mother. At least, in his father's life time, that's what it became.
Alucard shifts just enough so that he can run his fingers through Trevor's hair. It's thick and not quite in need of a wash yet and the easiest part to touch.]
All that requires is you doing exactly this.
[Flopping into arms before Alucard can do the same. He loves being held by the other two, but this is precious time spent too.]
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[ He gives a contented sigh at Alucard's fingers in his hair, settling against him more closely. And- it's a weird question, but there's no better time to ask it. ]
Would you dream differently, as a wolf? Or as a bat?
[ Anything that could help, right? ]
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[He'll not deny that request. He's going to need sleep at some point anyway, and that sigh, god. He nearly melts.]
Not really. Not in any way that would help.
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[ It's probably good, at least, that they can talk about the dreams candidly. Even if that itself doesn't help, just being able to try makes the situation feel a lot less powerless. He places a hand on Alucard's leg, stroking softly. ]
We'll just have to find some way to stop you from thinking. [ And he laughs, and it sounds warm even to his ears. ] Once we're home. Some way to render you incapable of thinking too hard. While in bed. Can't imagine how.
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[He'll indulge all things canine for a moment, just because he can. Alucard's aware that his mind remains his mind in other forms, and the traits he picks up are just natural.
There's a quiet, content stillness with the rest of Trevor's words. Never mind talking about dreams. They can kiss and still venture thoughts about bed without the overwhelming shadows of the past making it Super Weird. It's important. Almost as important as that incredibly warm laugh that sees Alucard plant a flurry of kisses to the top of Trevor's head.]
I'll leave that part of thinking to you. I'm sure that you can come up with something.
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[ He says it dryly, but- no, he really does want to see that now. It sounds great.
And then - then begins something of a feedback loop, because his response to those kisses is to keep laughing. Because even now, in one of his rare moods where he genuinely does just want to lean here and be showered with affection, he doesn't quite know how to respond to it. ]
You shouldn't have told me about that. Now I'm going to have to see you sleep as a wolf, just to see if you do it.
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[Not tomorrow's. Tomorrow's is for continuing this rare, glorious thing that has happened. Alucard knows that Trevor is like this once in a blue moon, and all he can do is hold on. Keep covering the Belmont in affection, because this might be the last time for this mood.
The world demands such cold from the three of them. It's the only advantage they have in fighting the horrible tides on the past, that coldness, that pragmatism. The price paid for is loathing, is distrust, is never being acknowledged for all that they have done to ensure that there is still a world to live in. So the warmth like this is secret. Precious. And Alucard has come to accept that there is a thrill in that little inch of secrecy.]
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[ And also just plain hold him, once he tires of just being held himself and doing very little else. Which usually happens soon enough but- for now, this is nice. He's been trying to have control of the situation all day, it's good to let Alucard have a turn.
The laughter finally stops and he turns his head up to kiss whatever of Alucard's face he can reach from this angle. ]
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[There's a moment between when Trevor's laugh stops and the kisses begin in earnest, and in that moment there is nothing but the purest adoration on Alucard's face. All softness, all gentle lines, all love because what else can he do in this wonderful moment but look at Trevor and want to make sure that the love had is clearly known. (It is, it has been for ages, but still.)
It's never like this when they travel. Too much of the world can still see them, and the coldness of whatever the work is allows for only little moments. This place, this estate, it's the only other place besides home that has ever witnessed this. Perhaps that is right, for who it was once home to. Perhaps not. Perhaps this is all just an attempt to fight and claw at the shadows of legacy that loom even heavier now.
It'll always be like this, fighting those shadows and expectations. What else could it ever be? But if these moments are a part of that struggle, then what else can that struggle be called but a good strife?
Alucard leans down so that there's an entire face to kiss. He holds Trevor close. There's no work to do right now, no terrible thing looming on the horizon. Just this.]
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[ This was Leon's home once. Mathias' home. Sara's. And yet, somehow he doubts they ever dragged bedding from the servants' quarters into the kitchens to sleep there.
No matter how fiercely the three of them loved each other, they were not them. They were different people, who lived in a different time. Who loved, no doubt, in different ways. At the very least, none of them are half as wordy as Leon was. Leon's journals were a comfort, in that much. There are traits of their ancestors that he recognizes in the three of them, but those are traits that exist in so many others.
And Alucard is making that face - that fucking face, it's ridiculous that a vampire should resemble the fucking sun so much - and he can't even think about that anymore because he can barely think about whether 'the vampire is being cute you need to see him' is a reasonable reason to wake Sypha. ]
My best love.
[ He says it as a joke, but it comes out sounding too sincere for that. Warm and quiet and not all that weird at all. ]
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