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.
[Alucard lifts the lid of the box carefully. Enough to show the plainer interior, because there's a point and it isn't just that he can lift heavy marble.]
The bag on your right is an insert. Silver, highest quality, and thick for it too. It's fitted for this, and I can't put it in here. The quality means it eats through a little too quickly.
[Which leaves the question of how, exactly, Alucard carried it here to begin with, but never mind that.
He tries very, very hard not to be struck by that last part. It's a more somber thing that relates to all of this, but there is comfort in knowing that he has never been the only one to think through these particulars. Just the one most likely to oversee them.]
All four where they ought to be.
[Leon. Sara. His father. His mother. As much as there can be any of that last one.]
When I said not to be sappy about this, I didn't mean to be sappy about the rest of my fucking family instead.
[ It's warm. It's so warm. Thank you.
He takes the bag, holding it carefully. Silver rarely leaves residue, but he'll wash his hands before he next touches Alucard anyway (assuming that he's allowed to). He feels- it seems appropriate to be careful with the vampire right now. Soft and careful. With his husband.
He lowers the bag into the box, careful as he can, with all the same soft reverence he shows to the Morning Star itself when he thinks the other two aren't looking to make fun of him for talking to a whip. ]
[The correction is said softly. But it is something that would have been said even before a proposal. Sara was the thing that bound Belmont and Tepes for 400 years. To do this, it was to put every last part of the matter to rest. To declare not only the whole of the work done, but to make it so very clear that they were not their fathers. Everything their fathers were had been beaten back now.
He moves the rest of the lid off in full so the silver case can be inserted properly. The marble groans, and Alucard nearly does too. It is heavy.
When Trevor is done, when it is all set, he puts the lid back in place for now.]
[They should stand, now that this is done. Alucard rises very slowly, careful not to trip over the thick folds of the canvas. He'll need it to actually move the ossuary, because he's a strong and sturdy fucker, but it is a lot of martble.
He offers Trevor both of his hands to help him up. Silver residue be damned.]
Mm. We should go through the mirror. Sypha's probably wondering why we've taken so long.
[ ...He was going to be careful but how can he not take Alucard's hands when they're offered? How can he not let him pull him up, not fall forward into his arms for just a moment, be selfish and keep the vampire to himself for just a moment longer?
How can he deny him anything, after this? ]
I only took that long to climb the stairs before because I was sick.
[ ...he may have come down to the hold unsupervised when he was first recovering and then found himself incapable of climbing back up the stairs in any sort of timely fashion and caused a minor scare when he was found missing. That many stairs is difficult when you're recovering from half your organs withering away eight times! Stop bullying him over it!
But he doesn't say no to skipping the climb. Because how can he deny him? ]
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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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The bag on your right is an insert. Silver, highest quality, and thick for it too. It's fitted for this, and I can't put it in here. The quality means it eats through a little too quickly.
[Which leaves the question of how, exactly, Alucard carried it here to begin with, but never mind that.
He tries very, very hard not to be struck by that last part. It's a more somber thing that relates to all of this, but there is comfort in knowing that he has never been the only one to think through these particulars. Just the one most likely to oversee them.]
All four where they ought to be.
[Leon. Sara. His father. His mother. As much as there can be any of that last one.]
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[ It's warm. It's so warm. Thank you.
He takes the bag, holding it carefully. Silver rarely leaves residue, but he'll wash his hands before he next touches Alucard anyway (assuming that he's allowed to). He feels- it seems appropriate to be careful with the vampire right now. Soft and careful. With his husband.
He lowers the bag into the box, careful as he can, with all the same soft reverence he shows to the Morning Star itself when he thinks the other two aren't looking to make fun of him for talking to a whip. ]
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[The correction is said softly. But it is something that would have been said even before a proposal. Sara was the thing that bound Belmont and Tepes for 400 years. To do this, it was to put every last part of the matter to rest. To declare not only the whole of the work done, but to make it so very clear that they were not their fathers. Everything their fathers were had been beaten back now.
He moves the rest of the lid off in full so the silver case can be inserted properly. The marble groans, and Alucard nearly does too. It is heavy.
When Trevor is done, when it is all set, he puts the lid back in place for now.]
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[ Because, even correction aside, it is just their family now, isn't it? ]
In a few days. The rest can wait a few days. It's a bad day for a funeral, today.
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He offers Trevor both of his hands to help him up. Silver residue be damned.]
Mm. We should go through the mirror. Sypha's probably wondering why we've taken so long.
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How can he deny him anything, after this? ]
I only took that long to climb the stairs before because I was sick.
[ ...he may have come down to the hold unsupervised when he was first recovering and then found himself incapable of climbing back up the stairs in any sort of timely fashion and caused a minor scare when he was found missing. That many stairs is difficult when you're recovering from half your organs withering away eight times! Stop bullying him over it!
But he doesn't say no to skipping the climb. Because how can he deny him? ]
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