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It's winter, so usually Sypha's in the middle of us instead of what the present arrangement is, but beyond that...
[He shakes his head no. Nothing else unusual at all.]
I suppose it'll have to be done again. To prove or disprove the theory.
[He shakes his head no. Nothing else unusual at all.]
I suppose it'll have to be done again. To prove or disprove the theory.
Oh? It changes with the season, does it? How logistically challenging, to have more than one lover. I've only ever had to contend with having one.
[her son has a boyfriend AND a girlfriend and what better reaction can there possibly be than "yeah that's right get it boy".]
Have you been missing me moreso than usual?
[her son has a boyfriend AND a girlfriend and what better reaction can there possibly be than "yeah that's right get it boy".]
Have you been missing me moreso than usual?
It's...practical...when one runs colder during the hotter months. [Wait.] Mother.
[Please. This is embarrassing. Let him die.
Or just go and be serious again, that'll do it. Alucard pauses, wondering how much his mother saw of that....scrape.]
Something along those lines, I suppose. [If he has to almost burn at the stake for this to happen every time though, there's going to be problems.]
[Please. This is embarrassing. Let him die.
Or just go and be serious again, that'll do it. Alucard pauses, wondering how much his mother saw of that....scrape.]
Something along those lines, I suppose. [If he has to almost burn at the stake for this to happen every time though, there's going to be problems.]
Perhaps that's something to do with it, then. An unusual yearning for me, and here I am.
[She leans on him, a little more heavily.]
And you needn't Mother me. If you're going to keep a pair of lovers, you'd best get used to people remarking on ordinary facts about them.
[She leans on him, a little more heavily.]
And you needn't Mother me. If you're going to keep a pair of lovers, you'd best get used to people remarking on ordinary facts about them.
It would make the most sense. As much as any kind of dream thing can.
[That weight is nothing at all. He's happy for it. That it is there only makes Alucard smile, even as he's dealing with this particular topic.]
Beyond Sypha's people, no one's aware and they're not my mother.
[That weight is nothing at all. He's happy for it. That it is there only makes Alucard smile, even as he's dealing with this particular topic.]
Beyond Sypha's people, no one's aware and they're not my mother.
Hm, second part is rather the problem, I expect. Along with living out in the middle of lands that most of Wallachia considers cursed.
[So there are no village gossips. But Sypha's people well...]
...None one of us are known for our understanding of the concept of subtle.
[So there are no village gossips. But Sypha's people well...]
...None one of us are known for our understanding of the concept of subtle.
I should say not. Between your Sypha all but melting the castle's traveling machinery, your Trevor's response to a present threat being to immediately punch it in the face, and your own irrepressible flair for the dramatic, I'd say the three of you are a well-matched set when it comes to a lack of subtlety.
[Not that she's one to talk; obviously he gets at least half of it from her. But still, objectively speaking, the point stands.]
It really is a shame, about the poor castle.
[Not that she's one to talk; obviously he gets at least half of it from her. But still, objectively speaking, the point stands.]
It really is a shame, about the poor castle.
Hm. I wonder where my own lack of understanding comes from. What a mystery this is.
[There's a moment where he pulls away, just to put a finger to his lips and tap it thoughtfully. A great problem. Nay, the greatest. But then that actually becomes a serious gesture.]
We're trying to reverse it. Safer that way. And...
[Things shift again. Something dims just beyond the two of them, and Alucard hisses. Not yet. (It's morning, isn't it? He needs to get started on breakfast.)]
[There's a moment where he pulls away, just to put a finger to his lips and tap it thoughtfully. A great problem. Nay, the greatest. But then that actually becomes a serious gesture.]
We're trying to reverse it. Safer that way. And...
[Things shift again. Something dims just beyond the two of them, and Alucard hisses. Not yet. (It's morning, isn't it? He needs to get started on breakfast.)]
...Adrian.
[She noticed it too — perhaps even more acutely than he did, being that she is in some ways subject to the whims of his dreams in a way that he isn't.]
You might find some help in our old room. A few pages, somewhere, about the nature of the castle — your father wrote them for me early on. Not that I could've ever moved it on my own, but...well. You of all people know it's more than just a machine. It was supposed to help me better understand it, if I ever needed to ask something of it. Between you and Sypha, it might help you make some progress.
[She noticed it too — perhaps even more acutely than he did, being that she is in some ways subject to the whims of his dreams in a way that he isn't.]
You might find some help in our old room. A few pages, somewhere, about the nature of the castle — your father wrote them for me early on. Not that I could've ever moved it on my own, but...well. You of all people know it's more than just a machine. It was supposed to help me better understand it, if I ever needed to ask something of it. Between you and Sypha, it might help you make some progress.
[Not yet, not yet, just a few more minutes.]
I'll...I'll look. I haven't gone in there in for a time [he's absolutely locked it] , but I'll find it.
[He'll take Sypha and Trevor with him. He'll need them both. And he hopes that they'll both be in bed when he wakes, as he'll need them for that too. There's something dark and wretched starting to rise up in his throat and he fights it back down.
This entire dream has been happiness. No tears permitted.
He squeezes his mother again. One last time. A real good-bye this time.]
I miss you so much, mother.
I'll...I'll look. I haven't gone in there in for a time [he's absolutely locked it] , but I'll find it.
[He'll take Sypha and Trevor with him. He'll need them both. And he hopes that they'll both be in bed when he wakes, as he'll need them for that too. There's something dark and wretched starting to rise up in his throat and he fights it back down.
This entire dream has been happiness. No tears permitted.
He squeezes his mother again. One last time. A real good-bye this time.]
I miss you so much, mother.
I love you, Adrian. I know you'll never forget...but still, never forget that.
[He hugs her tight, and she hugs him back; she can tell, now, that the instant he relinquishes her even a fraction she'll start to slip away, but there's still just enough chance for her to raise herself up and draw him a little bit down, and let him feel the touch of her lips against his forehead.]
My boy. I won't tell you not to weep for me. But try to find a smile for each tear you shed, too.
[He hugs her tight, and she hugs him back; she can tell, now, that the instant he relinquishes her even a fraction she'll start to slip away, but there's still just enough chance for her to raise herself up and draw him a little bit down, and let him feel the touch of her lips against his forehead.]
My boy. I won't tell you not to weep for me. But try to find a smile for each tear you shed, too.
[There's words said. Muffled, but they're said, and then there is the waking world. (I love you or I'll try. Maybe both.) Alucard doesn't shift much in his sleep (which was deeply unnerving when all of this began), but it has some advantages. Like the fact it means there's a 99% chance of Sypha's head being tucked neatly under his chin still.
There's sunlight in the room. That much is clear before Alucard even opens his eyes. He can feel it, and that's odd because usually he is the one to open the curtains.
Wait.
His eyes flutter open, wondering if he's actually slept the latest of the three for the very first time in ever.]
There's sunlight in the room. That much is clear before Alucard even opens his eyes. He can feel it, and that's odd because usually he is the one to open the curtains.
Wait.
His eyes flutter open, wondering if he's actually slept the latest of the three for the very first time in ever.]
[The first tragedy: Sypha is not, in fact, still under his chin, as this appears to be the 1% of the time when he has been foiled in his estimation. It appears she has, however, sought to make amends in her absence, if the fact that he seems to have wound up with a pillow nestled in his arms and tucked under his chin in a similarly Sypha-ish way is any indication.
The bedroom is empty. The castle is silent. The windows are allowing in a healthy amount of sunlight and —
Actually, scratch that, the castle isn't silent.
Because there, distantly, is the sound of Sypha's voice, a little urgent and faintly chiding — It is not going to be much of a surprise if it's too burnt to put on a plate!]
The bedroom is empty. The castle is silent. The windows are allowing in a healthy amount of sunlight and —
Actually, scratch that, the castle isn't silent.
Because there, distantly, is the sound of Sypha's voice, a little urgent and faintly chiding — It is not going to be much of a surprise if it's too burnt to put on a plate!]
[Well. Waking up in this bed alone is a new experience. Deeply worrying as well, as Alucard pulls himself up out of the blankets that have since been piled atop him, and neither of the two are even in the same room.
He doesn't hear anything until he's in the hallway, suspecting that if the two are anywhere, it may well be the kitchen. Maybe they're just waiting for him to show up, or at least that's the assumption until he hears Sypha's voice and...
...oh God, they're trying to cook.
Maybe it's a stupid use of vampire speed. No, scratch that, it's a stupid use of vampire speed, but Alucard's in the door frame of the kitchen within seconds, unsure what to expect.]
He doesn't hear anything until he's in the hallway, suspecting that if the two are anywhere, it may well be the kitchen. Maybe they're just waiting for him to show up, or at least that's the assumption until he hears Sypha's voice and...
...oh God, they're trying to cook.
Maybe it's a stupid use of vampire speed. No, scratch that, it's a stupid use of vampire speed, but Alucard's in the door frame of the kitchen within seconds, unsure what to expect.]
— sure you're supposed to turn them over before the edges start to — Alucard!
[Okay, well, that was terrifying, one second there was nothing in the door and now suddenly there is a bae in the doorway, looking beautifully sleep-rumpled and handsome and bite-able.
And meanwhile here in the kitchen there is Trevor, burning the living daylights out of what were probably supposed to be a pan of fried eggs, and Sypha hovering nearby to presumably Armchair Iron Chef this travesty.]
...Good morning!
[Okay, well, that was terrifying, one second there was nothing in the door and now suddenly there is a bae in the doorway, looking beautifully sleep-rumpled and handsome and bite-able.
And meanwhile here in the kitchen there is Trevor, burning the living daylights out of what were probably supposed to be a pan of fried eggs, and Sypha hovering nearby to presumably Armchair Iron Chef this travesty.]
...Good morning!
Good morning. Thank you both for getting the fire started.
[Because advanced wood burning stove technology or just 15th century hearth fires, the fire part's important.
Just as important is the smell. A smell that's deeply offensive, based on how Alucard's nose just recoils once a whiff of it hits him. Walking in and peering over Trevor's shoulder reveals exactly what happened and you know what?
He's not going to question any of this. It's hardly the point.]
How can I help?
[PLEASE LET HIM HELP.]
[Because advanced wood burning stove technology or just 15th century hearth fires, the fire part's important.
Just as important is the smell. A smell that's deeply offensive, based on how Alucard's nose just recoils once a whiff of it hits him. Walking in and peering over Trevor's shoulder reveals exactly what happened and you know what?
He's not going to question any of this. It's hardly the point.]
How can I help?
[PLEASE LET HIM HELP.]
[Trevor grumbles something along the lines of you can go back to bed and stop spoiling the fucking surprise, but there's no particular teeth in the remark, just the sort of vague irritation that's probably more directed at the eggs than at Alucard himself.
Sypha, on the other hand, is not content to start her day without her mandatory morning hug, and this seems like as good of a time as any to get it, so over she goes, walking pretty much directly into Alucard's side with expectant deliberation.]
It's not like you to sleep so long, so we thought you might not be feeling well...
Sypha, on the other hand, is not content to start her day without her mandatory morning hug, and this seems like as good of a time as any to get it, so over she goes, walking pretty much directly into Alucard's side with expectant deliberation.]
It's not like you to sleep so long, so we thought you might not be feeling well...
That cat is so firmly out of the bag that I don't think the bag exists anymore. Please just. Take that pan off the stove before the egg becomes a part of it, please.
[Cast iron cannot be killed but leave it to a Belmont to try. Either way, Sypha's got a point. The side hug becomes a proper one after just a moment of shifting around, and there's a soft dhampir kiss to the top of her head too.]
I'm fine. I was simply having a much needed conversation.
[Is he smiling at some weird inside joke? Sure is. And looking a bit too sentimental about it as well.]
[Cast iron cannot be killed but leave it to a Belmont to try. Either way, Sypha's got a point. The side hug becomes a proper one after just a moment of shifting around, and there's a soft dhampir kiss to the top of her head too.]
I'm fine. I was simply having a much needed conversation.
[Is he smiling at some weird inside joke? Sure is. And looking a bit too sentimental about it as well.]
With your pillow? I never knew you were one for pillow talk, Alucard.
[So long as Sypha is getting her hug, all is right with the world. Except for the part about Trevor making one last valiant effort to gouge the egg off of the surface of the skillet before surrendering to the inevitable and dumping the whole thing into the dishpan instead, smoking egg refuse and all.]
[So long as Sypha is getting her hug, all is right with the world. Except for the part about Trevor making one last valiant effort to gouge the egg off of the surface of the skillet before surrendering to the inevitable and dumping the whole thing into the dishpan instead, smoking egg refuse and all.]
In dreams. Trevor don't put cast iron in water! It'll rust.
[Having two very different conversations is hard.]
I'll explain in a bit. Should I just let you two accept defeat at the hands of the kitchen and restart all of this?
[Having two very different conversations is hard.]
I'll explain in a bit. Should I just let you two accept defeat at the hands of the kitchen and restart all of this?
[It's on fire, Trevor insists with the matter-of-fact certainty of someone who has absolutely no idea what he's talking about. You put things that are on fire in water. Then they're not on fire anymore.]
We're not defeated! We're just, um. Still developing a strategy!
[Nice save, Sypha, I'm sure everyone believes you.]
The point was that you wouldn't have to cook, though, because you always do...
We're not defeated! We're just, um. Still developing a strategy!
[Nice save, Sypha, I'm sure everyone believes you.]
The point was that you wouldn't have to cook, though, because you always do...
[He is so not about to have this fight. Alucard walks over and plucks the pan out of the sink, and just leaves it on the counter for the time being. There's still steam coming off the thing in a bad way, but it was only in the water for a few moments. The pan will be fine.]
You both realize that the reason I do so is apparent before you, correct?
[He's smiling when he asks the question though. It's such a sweet gesture.]
You both realize that the reason I do so is apparent before you, correct?
[He's smiling when he asks the question though. It's such a sweet gesture.]
[That's a nice way of taking a shit on our cooking, Trevor observes, without denying that Alucard is, in fact, entirely correct.
Sypha, however, appears to still be in that phase of morning sleepiness that she doesn't want to be without physical contact for too long, and so when Alucard goes to take care of the pan, she naturally gravitates back to Trevor, winding up leaning against his shoulder in the cuddliest of fashions.]
We were going to try scrambled, but we couldn't remember the proportion of eggs to milk.
[Translation: they already did try scrambled and got the proportion wrong, and threw that out and tried to save it with fried.]
Sypha, however, appears to still be in that phase of morning sleepiness that she doesn't want to be without physical contact for too long, and so when Alucard goes to take care of the pan, she naturally gravitates back to Trevor, winding up leaning against his shoulder in the cuddliest of fashions.]
We were going to try scrambled, but we couldn't remember the proportion of eggs to milk.
[Translation: they already did try scrambled and got the proportion wrong, and threw that out and tried to save it with fried.]
How do you two survive on the road?
[He worries. He does, and this is just going to start over from scratch in every way. First thing he starts off doing is drying the poor pan out, and then using Vampire Nails to remove the offending and abused egg from the surface.]
Half of one of our cups per-egg, for future reference. Both of you sit, you've been working hard enough as it is.
[He worries. He does, and this is just going to start over from scratch in every way. First thing he starts off doing is drying the poor pan out, and then using Vampire Nails to remove the offending and abused egg from the surface.]
Half of one of our cups per-egg, for future reference. Both of you sit, you've been working hard enough as it is.
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