I think it means I still have to try to bluff my way into the royal wedding. Rogues never get invited to those things.
[ Trevor's response is understated. Soft. He's not good with this shit. Never has been. But- fuck. This is overwhelming, but exactly on the right side of being so overwhelming he can't accept it. It's a lot but it's a lot for the right reasons. The gift is sentimental but it's also stupidly, stupidly practical.
His hand falls onto Alucard's. He isn't quite looking at him, but his fingers lace into his, joining them in the blanket. ]
Sypha would be able to tell you, I'm sure. Seems like the kind of shit she'd know.
[ Which is a question as much as anything. Has he asked her? Because they do this as three or they do it not at all. ]
[Alucard's fingers are so warm right now. Warmest he's ever been without anyone's help. He's not rushing any of this, the way this all goes is on Trevor. Alucard knows that this shit is not Trevor's strong suit.
So that's why he doesn't rush anything. It's why he falls on gentle banter.]
We had the discussion yesterday. Neither of us are sure.
[ Because he cares. There are not (there in fact are) a lot of things he cares about particularly deeply, but these kind of things matter. They need to be done right. They need to mean something. ]
You don't have to tell me. And it doesn't have to be what I'd recognize it as. [ Because that would be impossible. ] But it has to- it has to mean something. There has to be a vow. Something has to be different the day after it than it was the day before.
[ This would be, technically, the only time in his life Trevor is going to ask for more dramatics. ]
[Because it has always been. Just three as one. Three as a part of a single prophecy. Three as a part of the only residents of the castle. Three clinging as tightly and as dearly to each other as two might when all the world turns against them. Everything else, that's formal. It's for the rest of the world.
They close themselves off from the world here. It is their corner of it, a corner more fiercely guarded than anything else. But that's not what it means to have vows, to have ceremony. That is intent declared to everyone else.
So Alucard had thought long and hard about that point, and he has asked the only people who'd be worth declaring that intent to beyond themselves.]
And the rest we shall invent. I spoke with Sypha's people. Their ways can work for three as easily as two. In many ways it...it is right. Their understanding of prophecy was how we were bound together in the first place.
So they'll know our intent. Down here shall have records. And I am open to whatever else you wish.
[ More than enough. Because really, the Speakers as witnesses makes this a special kind of permanent. Whatever this ends up being, it will last as long as there are people to pass it down to. It'll outlast even Alucard himself, maybe.
And on that topic- it's grim. It's horrible, and Alucard looks so, so happy and he doesn't want to ruin that-
But it has to be a condition of this. It has to be. ]
And. [ His hand squeezes. ] At the end of this-
[ You won't follow us before your time. And you won't become your father. You'll find a way to go on and to be happy in our absence. ]
That matter has always been on my mind. I...will avoid the pitfalls of the past.
[He won't assume that there will be other Belmonts to follow. That is a discussion for Trevor and Sypha and them alone. But Alucard likes to think he has demonstrated a far better ability to handle grief than his father as it is, and if not, he shall show it in other ways.
That's a vow. Here, now, his hand in Trevor's, squeezing back.]
I think the estate has wards against that kind of thing. But I'll find a way.
[ He smiles, and it's- very much like any other smile. His hand is in Alucard's. ]
You realize that this means that I get to blame any weird shit in the hold on Sypha's Family. Or yours. But I don't blame Sypha for nearly enough things.
No, you don't. Anything down here before this exact date is on your ancestor's heads, and just remember: I'm the one who administers the records. I get the final word.
[ And he leans against Alucard, and it's nothing he hasn't done before, but it's- this all makes it just a little different. Just a little new. His voice has lost the teasing tone when he speaks. ]
[Alucard knew the response wouldn't be as immediate as Sypha's. Trevor is Trevor after all, and he wouldn't have this any other way. Better this. Better this, down in the Hold, the first sign that they meant anything at all to each other than in bed after a bad dream. Better this, here and now, after everything they've experienced.
Better this than any of them having never been brought together in the first place.
No kisses. Not yet. Just looking at that face. Memorizing it. Knowing his own is about to burst for all the happiness of the past two days.]
[ He says that, but he's leaning in as close as he can and easing Alucard's hand free of the blanket so that he can lift it up to his lips, knuckles first and then wrist. ]
[And Trevor's being a shit to make that impossible. These gestures always make him weak. Now, now Alucard looks fit to melt onto the floor of the Hold.]
[ He'll try to emotions better later. It's going to take him a while. A lot of easing the feelings free, helping them make their way out of his head. He might just end up sobbing into Sypha's hair tonight. ]
Did you actually have anything you needed help with? Or are we free to give Sypha the bad news, that she's going to be stuck with us for a long time yet?
[Before Trevor gets an elaborated upon answer, he's getting kissed first. Very kissed on the lips, because Alucard can restrain everything but this. First kiss where the word husband can be said seriously, not just as an idle hope. First kiss of something new. First kiss that's still fierce and protective and trying to balance everything going on without fangs daring to enter into the equation.
Sorry Trevor. This is as low key as he can manage. You know what you're getting into.]
[ This has happened before. The kissing, even as fierce and soft at once as this is- that's happened before. But it's still new. Still different. And kind of sappy, but acceptable. He kisses back, and somewhere in it he ends up holding on to Alucard, squeezing him a little more tightly than might be technically comfortable
He's quick to make the hug tighter, once the kiss breaks, holding Alucard so that they're looking over each other's shoulders, so they can't see each other's faces.
And there might be a reason for that, because his voice is sounding just a little different when he does talk. A little strained. Like it's about to crack. ]
[Sappy but acceptable is the goal of the day, so far as Alucard is concerned. He doesn't question how he comes to just be in Trevor's arms. All he knows is that he is all too happy for it, and that this is how things ought to be.
And how they are going to be for a very, very long time.
He lets himself be held. Presses a kiss just above Trevor's ear, because that's about where he can reach now. The rest is well...wonderful. Perfect. Warm.]
[ A little while longer. He can hold on to Alucard like this for a little while longer. There's no hurry. And he needs to get his composure back before anything else, else he'll be at risk of having all his accusations of being sappy thrown back at him.
He does loosen his hold after a while, though, pulling back first enough to kiss Alucard's hair at the side of his head, then all the way, taking his hand. And leading him out into the stairway, to Leon's portrait. ]
[He doesn't know where this is going. Alucard just lets himself be dragged along, and he trusts wherever this is going. Always has, but now moreso than normal.
So they stop in front of the portrait. Looks up, and Trevor opens his mouth and...there's a crack of laughter from Alucard that's maybe too light for how sudden it is. More than that though, there's no glare from that portrait for the first time in...for the first time. A strange enough thing to realize, and yet it dovetails with something else too.]
I register no objections but...ah. [His mood doesn't break, but there's a slightly more serious note to it as well.]
I did need your help with something, you know. It's under the worktable, and it needs your approval. Involves him anyway.
[ He looks at the portrait for a little longer, as if he was almost expecting something to happen. Nothing does. Whatever good or ill came about of the events in France 400 years past, they are still 400 years past. Leon isn't here. Dracula isn't here, anymore. There's just the three of them. ]
Well shit, I suppose I have to honor my husband now, don't I?
[ Look at him, pretending he's a good little church boi. Swearing aside. ]
Which is to say Alucard stops in his tracks, and looks at Trevor with utter surprise and delight everywhere on his face. He is restraining. Every urge. To have him say that again. Because!! He said it first!!!]
Given that it involves your family, and I'm certain that that commandment comes before the one you just cited...
[He's okay with that. He's very, very okay with that.]
An opinion, first.
[So back to the workbench. But this time, Alucard crouches under it, and what he has there is something that sits on a thick roll of canvas that he drags rather than try to move the thing across the floor.
The thing, in this case, is a marble box, some two feet in length and one foot in width. Fine marble if the color is anything to go by, beautifully white with swirls and flecks of darker grey. But more than the color is the fact it is carved. Designed. All of the old masters of illumination should be so envious of such fine work, the way that natural looking leaves swirl in and around themselves, trailing all over the box at every side. There is a lid as well.
It bears a single name.
Beside it is a soft velvet pouch, maybe slightly smaller. And at that, Alucard looks up at Trevor from where he is crouched.]
It...seemed appropriate to suggest we let Sara rest in the crypt with Leon.
[ Trevor doesn't crouch. Instead, the strength leaves his legs and he simply collapses to his knees, reaching out for the box slowly, touching the very edges of its lid.
He's right.
Sara, their family's first matriarch. Not mother to any of them, but protector to every generation of the Belmont family. She deserves to rest. Just as much as Enid did, she deserves to rest by her best love's side. ]
The Morning Star was meant for Walter and his blood. And there is none of that left, not any more.
[ He isn't carrying it, right now. It's in the house, wrapped in layers of thick cloth against the threat of accidentally touching against Alucard. They can do the work of this later, but- Alucard was right, he needed to know this sooner. ]
It's only fair, considering that I fully intend to let me rest with you and Sypha. Everything where it belongs.
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[ Trevor's response is understated. Soft. He's not good with this shit. Never has been. But- fuck. This is overwhelming, but exactly on the right side of being so overwhelming he can't accept it. It's a lot but it's a lot for the right reasons. The gift is sentimental but it's also stupidly, stupidly practical.
His hand falls onto Alucard's. He isn't quite looking at him, but his fingers lace into his, joining them in the blanket. ]
Sypha would be able to tell you, I'm sure. Seems like the kind of shit she'd know.
[ Which is a question as much as anything. Has he asked her? Because they do this as three or they do it not at all. ]
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[Alucard's fingers are so warm right now. Warmest he's ever been without anyone's help. He's not rushing any of this, the way this all goes is on Trevor. Alucard knows that this shit is not Trevor's strong suit.
So that's why he doesn't rush anything. It's why he falls on gentle banter.]
We had the discussion yesterday. Neither of us are sure.
[He gently squeezes Trevor's hands.]
We were waiting for your opinion.
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[ Because he cares. There are not (there in fact are) a lot of things he cares about particularly deeply, but these kind of things matter. They need to be done right. They need to mean something. ]
You don't have to tell me. And it doesn't have to be what I'd recognize it as. [ Because that would be impossible. ] But it has to- it has to mean something. There has to be a vow. Something has to be different the day after it than it was the day before.
[ This would be, technically, the only time in his life Trevor is going to ask for more dramatics. ]
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[Because it has always been. Just three as one. Three as a part of a single prophecy. Three as a part of the only residents of the castle. Three clinging as tightly and as dearly to each other as two might when all the world turns against them. Everything else, that's formal. It's for the rest of the world.
They close themselves off from the world here. It is their corner of it, a corner more fiercely guarded than anything else. But that's not what it means to have vows, to have ceremony. That is intent declared to everyone else.
So Alucard had thought long and hard about that point, and he has asked the only people who'd be worth declaring that intent to beyond themselves.]
And the rest we shall invent. I spoke with Sypha's people. Their ways can work for three as easily as two. In many ways it...it is right. Their understanding of prophecy was how we were bound together in the first place.
So they'll know our intent. Down here shall have records. And I am open to whatever else you wish.
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[ More than enough. Because really, the Speakers as witnesses makes this a special kind of permanent. Whatever this ends up being, it will last as long as there are people to pass it down to. It'll outlast even Alucard himself, maybe.
And on that topic- it's grim. It's horrible, and Alucard looks so, so happy and he doesn't want to ruin that-
But it has to be a condition of this. It has to be. ]
And. [ His hand squeezes. ] At the end of this-
[ You won't follow us before your time. And you won't become your father. You'll find a way to go on and to be happy in our absence. ]
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[He won't assume that there will be other Belmonts to follow. That is a discussion for Trevor and Sypha and them alone. But Alucard likes to think he has demonstrated a far better ability to handle grief than his father as it is, and if not, he shall show it in other ways.
That's a vow. Here, now, his hand in Trevor's, squeezing back.]
Haunt me if I fail.
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[ He smiles, and it's- very much like any other smile. His hand is in Alucard's. ]
You realize that this means that I get to blame any weird shit in the hold on Sypha's Family. Or yours. But I don't blame Sypha for nearly enough things.
[ Ha ha, you're both Belmonts now. ]
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[This is still not a yes, Trevor Belmont.]
No, you don't. Anything down here before this exact date is on your ancestor's heads, and just remember: I'm the one who administers the records. I get the final word.
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[ Does he NEED to actually say it??? Gosh. ]
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Stop planning your afterlife and focus on the present.
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[ And he leans against Alucard, and it's nothing he hasn't done before, but it's- this all makes it just a little different. Just a little new. His voice has lost the teasing tone when he speaks. ]
Of course. Of course.
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Better this than any of them having never been brought together in the first place.
No kisses. Not yet. Just looking at that face. Memorizing it. Knowing his own is about to burst for all the happiness of the past two days.]
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[ He says that, but he's leaning in as close as he can and easing Alucard's hand free of the blanket so that he can lift it up to his lips, knuckles first and then wrist. ]
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[And Trevor's being a shit to make that impossible. These gestures always make him weak. Now, now Alucard looks fit to melt onto the floor of the Hold.]
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[ He'll try to emotions better later. It's going to take him a while. A lot of easing the feelings free, helping them make their way out of his head. He might just end up sobbing into Sypha's hair tonight. ]
Did you actually have anything you needed help with? Or are we free to give Sypha the bad news, that she's going to be stuck with us for a long time yet?
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[Before Trevor gets an elaborated upon answer, he's getting kissed first. Very kissed on the lips, because Alucard can restrain everything but this. First kiss where the word husband can be said seriously, not just as an idle hope. First kiss of something new. First kiss that's still fierce and protective and trying to balance everything going on without fangs daring to enter into the equation.
Sorry Trevor. This is as low key as he can manage. You know what you're getting into.]
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He's quick to make the hug tighter, once the kiss breaks, holding Alucard so that they're looking over each other's shoulders, so they can't see each other's faces.
And there might be a reason for that, because his voice is sounding just a little different when he does talk. A little strained. Like it's about to crack. ]
There's something I have to do. Before we go.
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And how they are going to be for a very, very long time.
He lets himself be held. Presses a kiss just above Trevor's ear, because that's about where he can reach now. The rest is well...wonderful. Perfect. Warm.]
Whatever you need.
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He does loosen his hold after a while, though, pulling back first enough to kiss Alucard's hair at the side of his head, then all the way, taking his hand. And leading him out into the stairway, to Leon's portrait. ]
Hey, you wordy fucker.
[ And he smiles, squeezing Alucard's hand. ]
I'm marrying this vampire.
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So they stop in front of the portrait. Looks up, and Trevor opens his mouth and...there's a crack of laughter from Alucard that's maybe too light for how sudden it is. More than that though, there's no glare from that portrait for the first time in...for the first time. A strange enough thing to realize, and yet it dovetails with something else too.]
I register no objections but...ah. [His mood doesn't break, but there's a slightly more serious note to it as well.]
I did need your help with something, you know. It's under the worktable, and it needs your approval. Involves him anyway.
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Well shit, I suppose I have to honor my husband now, don't I?
[ Look at him, pretending he's a good little church boi. Swearing aside. ]
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Which is to say Alucard stops in his tracks, and looks at Trevor with utter surprise and delight everywhere on his face. He is restraining. Every urge. To have him say that again. Because!! He said it first!!!]
Given that it involves your family, and I'm certain that that commandment comes before the one you just cited...
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[ By which he means he is absolutely going to spring that on Alucard every time he asks him to do something for the next week. Maybe more. ]
What do you need?
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An opinion, first.
[So back to the workbench. But this time, Alucard crouches under it, and what he has there is something that sits on a thick roll of canvas that he drags rather than try to move the thing across the floor.
The thing, in this case, is a marble box, some two feet in length and one foot in width. Fine marble if the color is anything to go by, beautifully white with swirls and flecks of darker grey. But more than the color is the fact it is carved. Designed. All of the old masters of illumination should be so envious of such fine work, the way that natural looking leaves swirl in and around themselves, trailing all over the box at every side. There is a lid as well.
It bears a single name.
Beside it is a soft velvet pouch, maybe slightly smaller. And at that, Alucard looks up at Trevor from where he is crouched.]
It...seemed appropriate to suggest we let Sara rest in the crypt with Leon.
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He's right.
Sara, their family's first matriarch. Not mother to any of them, but protector to every generation of the Belmont family. She deserves to rest. Just as much as Enid did, she deserves to rest by her best love's side. ]
The Morning Star was meant for Walter and his blood. And there is none of that left, not any more.
[ He isn't carrying it, right now. It's in the house, wrapped in layers of thick cloth against the threat of accidentally touching against Alucard. They can do the work of this later, but- Alucard was right, he needed to know this sooner. ]
It's only fair, considering that I fully intend to let me rest with you and Sypha. Everything where it belongs.
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