At least try to come up with something nicer for the day of. Else I'll just sling you and Sypha both over my shoulders instead.
[ It's- the last time Alucard held him like this was the day he recovered, wasn't it? Or maybe one of those half-remembered days spent fighting off infection in his weakened state, not entirely capable of walking from place to place on his own. Was it when he got stuck in the hold?
Either way, it's been the better part of a year, and not necessarily for a happy reason.
[He laughs. He laughs and presses kisses to the top of Trevor's head because he can and he can do so joyfully now instead of for the need to reassure Trevor that he is here. Recovery had been marked by those little reminders that he was there or that Sypha was there. Arms around him, kisses gentle. Dragging him out of the Hold had just been a lot of sighing.
He places Trevor down on the bed. In the middle, because that's where he should be tonight. Sypha puts her book aside, and Alucard brings the blankets over all three of them.
[ He slings an arm over Alucard's shoulder, pulling himself closer. This is- strange, when there's no necessity behind it. He's usually the one to pick up and move about the others, regardless of Alucard being the strongest of them by far. It's nice. It'll be nicer given a little more time between it and the discussion of the last time this happened.
By all accounts, he's been likely to lose his place in the middle this year, with winter stretching on so long. And also because he's been burying himself in his work, and there's no way to get out from the middle without disturbing Sypha's rest. It'll be summer before long, and unless it's also unseasonably cold then that'll be time for Alucard to go there. So it's something of a rare treat lately to lie here, Sypha's arms around his shoulders to reach for Alucard and her legs coiled around his own, Alucard cool against his chest, warming slowly like stone in the sun.
He misses out on a lot when he keeps himself from feeling. ]
I'm sure you'll manage. Consider this permission to be fucking ridiculous and sappy with it.
[He's...excited. Which means permission should be thought over a second time, just to be sure.
In the mean time, there's getting comfortable. Alucard's one arm around Trevor's middle so he can reach Sypha's arm and hang on. His other hand returning to the task of stroking Trevor's hair, the motion slow and tender and trying not to melt into sap. (He is failing.)
Nights like this are simply about being. Not recovering, not mending, just having the moment. Owing to past events, it isn't as frequent as it ought to be. They're working on that though. Every night like this a step forward in fixing the matter.
[ The way he says that is awfully confrontational for someone who looks so very, completely stupid with joy and warmth. But then, that's probably why he's so sure about this. It'll only be one time anyway, after all, unless he fails to regret it enough to ask for it again. May as well let him have his fun.
Besides, it's future Trevor's problem. Present Trevor is too content to care about that guy, because right now they're all three of them tangled together and it's perfect. ]
[Alucard's laugh is soft and warm and he presses against the top of Trevor's head as it ripples out so he can feel it both from Alucard's chest and from his breath. It's so content, full of joyful anticipation, and okay. Planning. Because he's got an idea now.
Future Trevor and Future Sypha are so just getting floated into their marriage bed.]
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[ It's- the last time Alucard held him like this was the day he recovered, wasn't it? Or maybe one of those half-remembered days spent fighting off infection in his weakened state, not entirely capable of walking from place to place on his own. Was it when he got stuck in the hold?
Either way, it's been the better part of a year, and not necessarily for a happy reason.
It's much nicer when it's for a happy reason. ]
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[He laughs. He laughs and presses kisses to the top of Trevor's head because he can and he can do so joyfully now instead of for the need to reassure Trevor that he is here. Recovery had been marked by those little reminders that he was there or that Sypha was there. Arms around him, kisses gentle. Dragging him out of the Hold had just been a lot of sighing.
He places Trevor down on the bed. In the middle, because that's where he should be tonight. Sypha puts her book aside, and Alucard brings the blankets over all three of them.
They are warm and secure and snug here.]
I'll sleep on it. Find something better.
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By all accounts, he's been likely to lose his place in the middle this year, with winter stretching on so long. And also because he's been burying himself in his work, and there's no way to get out from the middle without disturbing Sypha's rest. It'll be summer before long, and unless it's also unseasonably cold then that'll be time for Alucard to go there. So it's something of a rare treat lately to lie here, Sypha's arms around his shoulders to reach for Alucard and her legs coiled around his own, Alucard cool against his chest, warming slowly like stone in the sun.
He misses out on a lot when he keeps himself from feeling. ]
I'm sure you'll manage. Consider this permission to be fucking ridiculous and sappy with it.
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[He's...excited. Which means permission should be thought over a second time, just to be sure.
In the mean time, there's getting comfortable. Alucard's one arm around Trevor's middle so he can reach Sypha's arm and hang on. His other hand returning to the task of stroking Trevor's hair, the motion slow and tender and trying not to melt into sap. (He is failing.)
Nights like this are simply about being. Not recovering, not mending, just having the moment. Owing to past events, it isn't as frequent as it ought to be. They're working on that though. Every night like this a step forward in fixing the matter.
Every night should be like this.]
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[ The way he says that is awfully confrontational for someone who looks so very, completely stupid with joy and warmth. But then, that's probably why he's so sure about this. It'll only be one time anyway, after all, unless he fails to regret it enough to ask for it again. May as well let him have his fun.
Besides, it's future Trevor's problem. Present Trevor is too content to care about that guy, because right now they're all three of them tangled together and it's perfect. ]
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Future Trevor and Future Sypha are so just getting floated into their marriage bed.]
Go to sleep.