[ 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? ]
[No hisses means no residue, means that the vampire is just fine. He's clamped down on the fact he just wants to collapse from joy over the past two days, which will be managed for about oh, five more minutes. Until they're inside. Until he gets to say the words wife and husband in the same breath and then all bets are off. It's going to be like this for weeks. Months. Forever.
Leave it to Trevor to undercut everything swiftly. With such pointedness, and yet still get such an impossibly warm and happy laugh out of Alucard. To get the vampire to just hang on, even if the memory was terrible at the time. He and Sypha nearly had a heart attack. Then yelled for a bit. Then bundled him up and got him back to bed.]
True. And perhaps we should take our time.
[Sorry. Sap time. Suck it up, Belmont.]
There won't be many more days like this for walking through the grounds with my husband until spring comes again.
Don't see why not. New cloak. We can wrap it around all of us.
[ His hand slides in to Alucard's. ]
Lead me home. [ To their home. It's been their home for a long time now, but now that's what it is in a whole new way. The childhood home of their husband. The place that made him into himself.
It's not Dracula's Fucking Demon Castle anymore, is it? It's just home. ]
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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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Leave it to Trevor to undercut everything swiftly. With such pointedness, and yet still get such an impossibly warm and happy laugh out of Alucard. To get the vampire to just hang on, even if the memory was terrible at the time. He and Sypha nearly had a heart attack. Then yelled for a bit. Then bundled him up and got him back to bed.]
True. And perhaps we should take our time.
[Sorry. Sap time. Suck it up, Belmont.]
There won't be many more days like this for walking through the grounds with my husband until spring comes again.
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[ His hand slides in to Alucard's. ]
Lead me home. [ To their home. It's been their home for a long time now, but now that's what it is in a whole new way. The childhood home of their husband. The place that made him into himself.
It's not Dracula's Fucking Demon Castle anymore, is it? It's just home. ]