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Mmmm.
[Wait for it.]
...Adrian Belnades, more like.
[Wait for it.]
...Adrian Belnades, more like.
...That is probably a safer name to give when traveling.
[So you know, duh. Of course.]
[So you know, duh. Of course.]
Prince Adrian Belnades.
[Okay, now she's just getting silly. An intervention is needed. Desperately.]
Handsome royal prince his highness Adrian Belnades.
[Okay, now she's just getting silly. An intervention is needed. Desperately.]
Handsome royal prince his highness Adrian Belnades.
[No interventions. Just sitting here and listening to this with absolute delight because all that's going through Alucard's head (beyond what this evening shall be like) is my wife.]
You keep excluding yourself, you know.
You keep excluding yourself, you know.
How am I excluding myself?
[...]
How am I excluding myself, my handsome royal prince your highness?
[she's not even TRYING]
[...]
How am I excluding myself, my handsome royal prince your highness?
[she's not even TRYING]
Because you've yet to utter the words Her Royal Highness. Mistake one. Mistake two, thinking that there's any title I care more about than getting to be one of two husbands to you.
Oh —
[How dare he be so sweet as to make her blush like that. HOW DARE!!]
You're so romantic!
[why does this sound like a complaint]
[How dare he be so sweet as to make her blush like that. HOW DARE!!]
You're so romantic!
[why does this sound like a complaint]
[Sypha you KNOW HE'S LIKE THIS.]
Yes. And you're having too much fun with names. Neither is a bad thing.
Yes. And you're having too much fun with names. Neither is a bad thing.
All right, all right. Look at me, right in the eyes, and I am going to say it once.
[And she is going to watch his facial expression intently, because if she's right she isn't going to want to miss an instant of this.]
Your wife, the beautiful royal highness Sypha Belnades.
[And she is going to watch his facial expression intently, because if she's right she isn't going to want to miss an instant of this.]
Your wife, the beautiful royal highness Sypha Belnades.
[Sypha's right. Because his face somehow manages to grow fonder, softer, and even more stupidly, desperately, ridiculously happy than it already is . There are no tears, but the warmth and adoration that radiates off that face could get a field to grow.]
My wife.
[And okay, maybe he's a little teared up now, but that's going to be solved with another kiss because shut up.]
My wife.
[And okay, maybe he's a little teared up now, but that's going to be solved with another kiss because shut up.]
[Is it time for swooning into his arms because this seems like a great time to just drape herself all over him, which is also conducive to kissing so it works out.]
Your wife!
[They've done reverence; now this iteration rings with joy and delight and elation.]
Your wife, that's it, you're going to have me as your wife! And when I sleep on you in the summers and make you hot from soaking up all of your coolness, you will just have to accept it as my wife privilege!
Your wife!
[They've done reverence; now this iteration rings with joy and delight and elation.]
Your wife, that's it, you're going to have me as your wife! And when I sleep on you in the summers and make you hot from soaking up all of your coolness, you will just have to accept it as my wife privilege!
[Better her than him, which is liable to happen about now.]
Yes.
[Yes to all of it. Yes to the tone of this and the sheer joy of hearing Sypha say it too. Maybe he'll just start calling her that today, maybe not, but the sheer heights that his heart has just soared to are impossible to articulate.]
Even the last one, furnace.
Yes.
[Yes to all of it. Yes to the tone of this and the sheer joy of hearing Sypha say it too. Maybe he'll just start calling her that today, maybe not, but the sheer heights that his heart has just soared to are impossible to articulate.]
Even the last one, furnace.
...What did you just call me?
[It doesn't matter. She's too happy to care, and feeding off of his happiness, besides.]
That's your beautiful wife Mrs. Furnace, I think!
[It doesn't matter. She's too happy to care, and feeding off of his happiness, besides.]
That's your beautiful wife Mrs. Furnace, I think!
[He just laughs. Laughs because this is all too much, because the joke is still good, because a million other little things besides.]
My apologies! I have caused such a great offense, and on such an auspicious day. There is only one price to pay for such a wrong done.
[Which is to stroke Sypha's cheek so very gently, before tilting her head up so he can kiss her yet again.]
My apologies! I have caused such a great offense, and on such an auspicious day. There is only one price to pay for such a wrong done.
[Which is to stroke Sypha's cheek so very gently, before tilting her head up so he can kiss her yet again.]
Hmmmmmm.
[She goes with him obligingly, lifting her chin for a kiss that feels like it's straight out of a fairy tale itself, and when he's done she steals a second and a third before she lets him get away.
If she weren't in her exceedingly fancy dress, and thus worried about taking good care of it, she'd be far more maneuverable at the moment. But as it is, she still manages to twist a little and situate herself so that she can get in close to his ear, which is mostly what she's after because she finds she wants, more than anything, to hear him laugh like that again.
Maybe she really is a furnace, she thinks idly. Something to warm him from the outside when he draws near to it, helping the cold spot in the room lose its chill when it has no way of accomplishing that itself.]
Your wife, your wife, your wife.
[Like a chant, like a spell, three times in all, and she presses each one against his ear, velvet and hot.]
[She goes with him obligingly, lifting her chin for a kiss that feels like it's straight out of a fairy tale itself, and when he's done she steals a second and a third before she lets him get away.
If she weren't in her exceedingly fancy dress, and thus worried about taking good care of it, she'd be far more maneuverable at the moment. But as it is, she still manages to twist a little and situate herself so that she can get in close to his ear, which is mostly what she's after because she finds she wants, more than anything, to hear him laugh like that again.
Maybe she really is a furnace, she thinks idly. Something to warm him from the outside when he draws near to it, helping the cold spot in the room lose its chill when it has no way of accomplishing that itself.]
Your wife, your wife, your wife.
[Like a chant, like a spell, three times in all, and she presses each one against his ear, velvet and hot.]
[It has never, ever escaped Alucard's notice that for two men so scarred by fire, they've placed all of their affections with a woman who burns like a bonfire at night. Heating everything, shining through all the dark. It's the most joyful irony in life, and he'd never exchange it.
Never has he felt that thought more keenly than in this moment, between all the kisses, between Sypha so, so carefully rearranging herself (he swore that design was simple in comparison to some of the others!) She's here, and the words said are a spell. Magic is intent, after all, and what else is this entire arrangement going to be? Intention. Intention to just formalize things a little more, intention to have a tiny little sign that the world can see that there is so much more than scholar, hunter, soldier.
(Will they all just wear one ring, or two? That's a discussion to have later.)
Trevor's still absent. Maybe leaving that gift in the Hold was an error in judgement. A thought for later, because Sypha's demanded all of his attention. All the warmth in him right now is because of her, and those words only add fuel to that same warmth.]
Yes. [There's still such joy in his voice. He sighs, so soft and content.]
Words I don't think I shall tire of hearing.
Never has he felt that thought more keenly than in this moment, between all the kisses, between Sypha so, so carefully rearranging herself (he swore that design was simple in comparison to some of the others!) She's here, and the words said are a spell. Magic is intent, after all, and what else is this entire arrangement going to be? Intention. Intention to just formalize things a little more, intention to have a tiny little sign that the world can see that there is so much more than scholar, hunter, soldier.
(Will they all just wear one ring, or two? That's a discussion to have later.)
Trevor's still absent. Maybe leaving that gift in the Hold was an error in judgement. A thought for later, because Sypha's demanded all of his attention. All the warmth in him right now is because of her, and those words only add fuel to that same warmth.]
Yes. [There's still such joy in his voice. He sighs, so soft and content.]
Words I don't think I shall tire of hearing.
[Mornings, even after long and mad nights spent in the city itself, have a routine. Alucard is the first to rise, and his eyes open to see the other two in bed with him, snugged up together or sprawled out, depending on the season. Sometimes he rises late, but even then, it is earlier than the other two. He slips out of grip as carefully as he can, walks over to the wardrobe and wraps the warmest, softest silk bathrobe around himself, puts on slippers, and walks downstairs to begin breakfast.
He woke to only Trevor in bed this morning, and Alucard knows full well Sypha was with the two when they all piled in last night. (Knows because there is a near collar of perfect bitemarks around Trevor's neck, and that sure as hell isn't his handiwork.) He followed the rest of the routine, but breakfast was not the thought on his mind.
The estate, such as it is, sprawls Most of it climbs high into the trees, but the east wing is firmly on the ground. It was an addition for his mother, and then for himself, and an accommodation of some of the modern things his father never did invent. Specifically, it had a garage, and Alucard knows that if there is a siren call that the other two can't resist, it is finding was to supposedly improve the car.
His car. A car that should not have magic or modifications made to it, in spite of protests and in spite of incremental changes over the years.
There's no knocking as he opens the door that connects house to the garage. (The garage is very neatly ordered, with space for three cars. One of those spaces long became dedicated to magic and science that needed to be done outside, not in the lab, and it is useful in that way.]
Sypha?
[Firm. Concerned. Very much not amused.]
He woke to only Trevor in bed this morning, and Alucard knows full well Sypha was with the two when they all piled in last night. (Knows because there is a near collar of perfect bitemarks around Trevor's neck, and that sure as hell isn't his handiwork.) He followed the rest of the routine, but breakfast was not the thought on his mind.
The estate, such as it is, sprawls Most of it climbs high into the trees, but the east wing is firmly on the ground. It was an addition for his mother, and then for himself, and an accommodation of some of the modern things his father never did invent. Specifically, it had a garage, and Alucard knows that if there is a siren call that the other two can't resist, it is finding was to supposedly improve the car.
His car. A car that should not have magic or modifications made to it, in spite of protests and in spite of incremental changes over the years.
There's no knocking as he opens the door that connects house to the garage. (The garage is very neatly ordered, with space for three cars. One of those spaces long became dedicated to magic and science that needed to be done outside, not in the lab, and it is useful in that way.]
Sypha?
[Firm. Concerned. Very much not amused.]
[It really should come as no real surprise that Sypha loves cars. Her people are wanderers and vagabonds, always on the move, old friends to riverboats and railways and everything in between — but cars are a luxury that their lifestyle could never sustain, and so it's really only now that she's been presented with the opportunity to get to know one up close and personal.
It's beautiful in her eyes, even if the shape objectively is funny and clunky and the color is a little bit awful. It's like a plaything, almost, filled with metal that glitters and catches the eye, decked with mirrors and hubcaps and levers to make it go. (And a horn! The horn is magnificent, even if someone always whines that she's loud enough to wake the dead every time she hits it.) But most of all, it's freedom — not just the ability to go, but the opportunity to do it entirely of her own volition, not subject to schedules and tickets and boarding times. With a car, one simply sits and goes, anywhere that there's a road and a will to follow it.
So perhaps unsurprisingly, she's sitting behind the wheel when Alucard appears in the doorway; the car is off, thankfully, but that hasn't stopped her from settling into the driver's seat and looking around, like she's familiarizing herself with the control for the hundred millionth time.]
Alucard! Good morning!
It's beautiful in her eyes, even if the shape objectively is funny and clunky and the color is a little bit awful. It's like a plaything, almost, filled with metal that glitters and catches the eye, decked with mirrors and hubcaps and levers to make it go. (And a horn! The horn is magnificent, even if someone always whines that she's loud enough to wake the dead every time she hits it.) But most of all, it's freedom — not just the ability to go, but the opportunity to do it entirely of her own volition, not subject to schedules and tickets and boarding times. With a car, one simply sits and goes, anywhere that there's a road and a will to follow it.
So perhaps unsurprisingly, she's sitting behind the wheel when Alucard appears in the doorway; the car is off, thankfully, but that hasn't stopped her from settling into the driver's seat and looking around, like she's familiarizing herself with the control for the hundred millionth time.]
Alucard! Good morning!
...Did you sleep at all?
[It's probably the easiest question to ask. Easier because it isn't have you been pouring magic into the gas tank?
[It's probably the easiest question to ask. Easier because it isn't have you been pouring magic into the gas tank?
You know very well that I did, because you were there. And enjoying yourself a great deal while we were, I might hasten to add.
[Tossing her head with pride would work better if she actually had hair long enough to make it suitably dramatic, but she does her best anyway.]
But now you're up! We should go for a drive this morning, once Trevor is awake.
[Tossing her head with pride would work better if she actually had hair long enough to make it suitably dramatic, but she does her best anyway.]
But now you're up! We should go for a drive this morning, once Trevor is awake.
Mm, I think you knocked him out for most of the morning.
[His slippers make no noise on the garage floor, and it's an easy enough thing to walk over to the driver's side of the car. He never rolled the window back up after last night (he knows he drove the three of them home), so it's the easiest thing in the world to put his forearm there, and to lean his head in for this discussion.]
I meant did you sleep for more than two or three hours. You do not rise so early most days.
[His slippers make no noise on the garage floor, and it's an easy enough thing to walk over to the driver's side of the car. He never rolled the window back up after last night (he knows he drove the three of them home), so it's the easiest thing in the world to put his forearm there, and to lean his head in for this discussion.]
I meant did you sleep for more than two or three hours. You do not rise so early most days.
Oh, that.
[Now that's a fair point; it's rare to unheard-of that she be the first one out of bed, after all, but here she is. And here he is, leaning up by the window to see her, which coincidentally also puts him at the perfect height for her to lean over and press a kiss to his cheek.]
I think I'm just too excited to sleep much. I was talking last night to someone about magical theory, and I keep thinking of everything we discussed. It makes it hard to settle down! So after I fell asleep and woke up a few times, I decided to just get up.
[Now that's a fair point; it's rare to unheard-of that she be the first one out of bed, after all, but here she is. And here he is, leaning up by the window to see her, which coincidentally also puts him at the perfect height for her to lean over and press a kiss to his cheek.]
I think I'm just too excited to sleep much. I was talking last night to someone about magical theory, and I keep thinking of everything we discussed. It makes it hard to settle down! So after I fell asleep and woke up a few times, I decided to just get up.
Hm.
[That kiss gets a soft little hum of contentment. It's a nice thing to have in the morning, since usually it doesn't happen until he has made coffee and the other two have chugged an entire pot of it for themselves. (Alucard uses a peculator for theirs, and a press of his father's invention for his own. He needs strictly less, and it is easier than having to wait for the pot on the stove to go again.)]
...I'll assume that it's theory related to travel, since you're sitting here in the car?
[That kiss gets a soft little hum of contentment. It's a nice thing to have in the morning, since usually it doesn't happen until he has made coffee and the other two have chugged an entire pot of it for themselves. (Alucard uses a peculator for theirs, and a press of his father's invention for his own. He needs strictly less, and it is easier than having to wait for the pot on the stove to go again.)]
...I'll assume that it's theory related to travel, since you're sitting here in the car?
It miiiiiiiight be.
[Translation: it absolutely is. Still, the fact that she follows up quickly is probably just as telling.]
I didn't do anything to the car. And wasn't going to! I was just thinking.
[SHE'S GOOD, SHE PROMISES.]
[Translation: it absolutely is. Still, the fact that she follows up quickly is probably just as telling.]
I didn't do anything to the car. And wasn't going to! I was just thinking.
[SHE'S GOOD, SHE PROMISES.]
Well, I am awake enough for theory.
[He grins up at her, and there's that terrible nerdy as fuck tone to it that means he really is. That nothing would make him happier.]
But I don't believe in that kind of discussion on an empty stomach either.
[Alucard is smart enough to realize that he is leaning on the door, so he stops doing that. Opens it for her too, and is gentleman enough to offer his hand to help her out.
There's been a lot of theory lately. It's given him a thought on what to do with the extra space in the garage.]
[He grins up at her, and there's that terrible nerdy as fuck tone to it that means he really is. That nothing would make him happier.]
But I don't believe in that kind of discussion on an empty stomach either.
[Alucard is smart enough to realize that he is leaning on the door, so he stops doing that. Opens it for her too, and is gentleman enough to offer his hand to help her out.
There's been a lot of theory lately. It's given him a thought on what to do with the extra space in the garage.]
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