[Alucard's to the window first, curious about the view and making a point not to focus on the bed. There's a large garden below, the sort of formal garden that would be expected to be on the grounds. There's beautiful blooms down there, and then...
...then the thing that strikes him is the width of the bed. Not what's on it (three pillows) but the size. Strangely enough theirs is bigger (too much sprawling in the summer) but that should not be his first thought. Or second or third.
His eyes catches Trevor's and Sypha's. He's mortified. That's the only thing he has right now. Total horror.
And then he just holds his head in his hands and lets out the most exhausted exhale.]
[ Things make sense, with this. The depth of Leon's hurt at Mathias' betrayal. How Leon and his sons had managed to survive in the early years, before the Estate as as well protected as it was, when Dracula could have removed them with ease. Dracula had suffered them to live, hadn't he? He had allowed them to survive and continue fighting him, because they were Leon's sons and daughters.
(He recalls once drunkenly accusing Alucard of celebrating with his father when they burned. It had been a shitty thing to say at the time, and now it feels shittier and he catches himself wondering if Dracula had mourned, instead.) ]
There's- probably nothing we need in here.
[ And if there is, they can just continue needing it, because he is out. ]
[There's too many layers here. Alucard walks out as quickly as he can, out of the set of rooms entirely and into the hallway because he needs air. Everything they've ever done to try and prevent history from repeating, and here they are. They did it without knowing it.
That's the worst of it. Not knowing. Oh, it explained so much, but it set so many greater fears in Alucard's heart that he was ashamed for it. Becoming his father, that fear's always been there. But now it's deeper and uglier than ever before, and the mere idea of starting a 400 year cycle again makes him sick.
It also casts literally everything about yesterday in the stable in a new light, which is equally awful.]
[ He considers making a comment about that Leon-ghost that Alucard likes to think hates him so much being an immense fucking hypocrite but Maybe Not Appropriate.
For his part, he's not overly concerned with history repeating itself - Alucard isn't going to turn him or Sypha, after all. He's just really, really, immensely freaked out. ]
Bright side, if shit does back to normal at midnight, maybe the horse forgot.
[The words sound absolutely miserable. Air. Outside, outside would be good night now. Alucard looks down at the little yappy dog that's decided to stand next to him instead of anyone else, debating the excuse of taking the dog out after being inside for most of the day.
Both of them would see through the excuse, so what's the point.]
[ It's a simple enough question. And he and Sypha have other things they can distract themselves with so not to think about Leon Belmont's sex life. Resuming tests of the container's prototype seems like a great and productive idea right now. They can give Alucard a few ours to himself while they work on it. ]
[He's grateful. They know to ask, and he's gotten better at telling when he really does need to be alone versus alone as an excuse to not deal with things.
But it's a different kind of departure, because he just goes. Nothing, no touches, just boots scuffing against the stone floor, leading him out and away into the sunlight to just deal with this bullshit revelation.]
[ It's late in the afternoon when Trevor seeks out Alucard. He's had a good few hours to himself, and he ought to at least check up on him. Between them. Sypha and he have a theory that heating the iron enough to fuse the silver against it will allow them to keep the thickness of the metal down (and thus keep the container smaller and easier to hide) while keeping the container resistant to attempts to divine what's inside it. But the high temperatures needed for that risk igniting nearby things without contact, making it highly unsuitable work for indoors. They can continue the work outside tomorrow. And check the lab to see if scorch marks and slightly burned desks are restored to normal by the reset. ]
[At some point, the dog found Alucard sitting on the grass just outside the kitchen and climbed into his lap. A warm little weight, one of the few things not supercharged with emotion right now.
The air's helped beat back some of the most irrational responses to this. Right now Alucard's focus is on the warmth of the afternoon air (a breeze carries both the smell of the garden and smell of the stable in one horrifying scent.) How good it is to have sunlight as an option in his life. What to make for dinner. The precious normal things that he knows weren't thoughts with the other three.
Sypha's still able to break through it and get a sense of what's inside it. And- it's Sypha so of course she fucking can, and warding spells will help, but I still don't like it. We're going to try to fuse the silver onto the iron tomorrow, but it's going to need to be outside.
[ He sighs, but it's the happy kind. The kind that comes from hard work and honest mistakes. ]
Incidentally, we'll get to find out if burned desks replenish themselves tonight.
[ Sorry Alucard, Trevor's many, many generations removed from Leon. You're one generation removed from Mathias. You're the favorite. Dog likes you best. ]
Do things always catch fire when working with her?
I'll- take that as a yes. Surprised you still let her do this kind of work in the castle.
[ He laughs and reaches over to pet the dog. It's not touching Alucard, but it's touching the dog, and the dog is touching Alucard, so it kind of is. ]
We do it in designated spaces, and you never saw some of the set ups I grew up around. [Alucard grins, sly and surprisingly mischievous.] Sypha's caused nothing on the scale of a few remarkable moments.
[The dog will allow this. Because this is the transitive property of touch and these two weirdos are clearly part of his people's pack.]
[Just saying. But at least Alucard doesn't dwell on it, which is miles better than he's ever managed before. This entire experience has been deeply sobering on so many levels.]
[ He's getting better at this himself, because his response isn't defensive, or an attempt to turn it into a very dark joke. A joke which with anyone else he would be entirely within his rights to make. But not with Alucard.
He moves his hand, hovering it above Alucard's now, waiting for permission. ]
[The apology gets a sidelong smile. Trevor's come a long way too. They all have, on so many stupid and not stupid things.
The question is answered by Alucard's hand moving up, taking Trevor's softly and then bringing it down so both their hands are resting in the warm summer grass. Soft as anything. Softer than the dog, come to think of it.]
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...then the thing that strikes him is the width of the bed. Not what's on it (three pillows) but the size. Strangely enough theirs is bigger (too much sprawling in the summer) but that should not be his first thought. Or second or third.
His eyes catches Trevor's and Sypha's. He's mortified. That's the only thing he has right now. Total horror.
And then he just holds his head in his hands and lets out the most exhausted exhale.]
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(He recalls once drunkenly accusing Alucard of celebrating with his father when they burned. It had been a shitty thing to say at the time, and now it feels shittier and he catches himself wondering if Dracula had mourned, instead.) ]
There's- probably nothing we need in here.
[ And if there is, they can just continue needing it, because he is out. ]
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[There's too many layers here. Alucard walks out as quickly as he can, out of the set of rooms entirely and into the hallway because he needs air. Everything they've ever done to try and prevent history from repeating, and here they are. They did it without knowing it.
That's the worst of it. Not knowing. Oh, it explained so much, but it set so many greater fears in Alucard's heart that he was ashamed for it. Becoming his father, that fear's always been there. But now it's deeper and uglier than ever before, and the mere idea of starting a 400 year cycle again makes him sick.
It also casts literally everything about yesterday in the stable in a new light, which is equally awful.]
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And oh yes, he is regretting making announcements about vampire-fucking to the horse. ]
So. Leon's journals. They were written years after this, and apparently he left some shit out.
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[Someone just kill him now. Please.]
Probably for reasons of personal distress, which is understandable, but of all the things.
[Of all the things to stumble into and in this way.]
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For his part, he's not overly concerned with history repeating itself - Alucard isn't going to turn him or Sypha, after all. He's just really, really, immensely freaked out. ]
Bright side, if shit does back to normal at midnight, maybe the horse forgot.
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[The words sound absolutely miserable. Air. Outside, outside would be good night now. Alucard looks down at the little yappy dog that's decided to stand next to him instead of anyone else, debating the excuse of taking the dog out after being inside for most of the day.
Both of them would see through the excuse, so what's the point.]
I need to go outside for a moment.
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[ It's a simple enough question. And he and Sypha have other things they can distract themselves with so not to think about Leon Belmont's sex life. Resuming tests of the container's prototype seems like a great and productive idea right now. They can give Alucard a few ours to himself while they work on it. ]
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[He's grateful. They know to ask, and he's gotten better at telling when he really does need to be alone versus alone as an excuse to not deal with things.
But it's a different kind of departure, because he just goes. Nothing, no touches, just boots scuffing against the stone floor, leading him out and away into the sunlight to just deal with this bullshit revelation.]
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Alucard? You still out here?
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The air's helped beat back some of the most irrational responses to this. Right now Alucard's focus is on the warmth of the afternoon air (a breeze carries both the smell of the garden and smell of the stable in one horrifying scent.) How good it is to have sunlight as an option in his life. What to make for dinner. The precious normal things that he knows weren't thoughts with the other three.
He turns his head when Trevor approaches.]
I've been weighed down by the dog.
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[ He sits down near Alucard but not next to him. He took note of that no touching thing. ]
Ready for company again?
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[The dog is also very asleep right now.]
Mmm. I think so.
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[ SHIT EATING GRIN TIME. He tries not to look at Alucard too much, staring at their shitty old wagon instead. ]
The talking kind of company, or the quiet kind?
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[Thank you, Enid. You've ruined every dog naming attempt forever.]
I am unsure. How did things go with experimentation?
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[ He sighs, but it's the happy kind. The kind that comes from hard work and honest mistakes. ]
Incidentally, we'll get to find out if burned desks replenish themselves tonight.
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[Alucard nudges not-Dog gently. Go cuddle with Trevor too.
Dog ain't moving for shit.]
Welcome to the exciting world of experiments with Sypha.
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Do things always catch fire when working with her?
[ Yes. ]
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Oh, was it only fire?
[That question is way too mild and much too calm.]
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[ He laughs and reaches over to pet the dog. It's not touching Alucard, but it's touching the dog, and the dog is touching Alucard, so it kind of is. ]
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[The dog will allow this. Because this is the transitive property of touch and these two weirdos are clearly part of his people's pack.]
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[ Us here being the Belmonts. ]
Bad at dog names, maybe a little too excited about salt and rice. But we never caused fires.
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[Just saying. But at least Alucard doesn't dwell on it, which is miles better than he's ever managed before. This entire experience has been deeply sobering on so many levels.]
This whole thing is.
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[ He's getting better at this himself, because his response isn't defensive, or an attempt to turn it into a very dark joke. A joke which with anyone else he would be entirely within his rights to make. But not with Alucard.
He moves his hand, hovering it above Alucard's now, waiting for permission. ]
May I?
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The question is answered by Alucard's hand moving up, taking Trevor's softly and then bringing it down so both their hands are resting in the warm summer grass. Soft as anything. Softer than the dog, come to think of it.]
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