[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.]
20s AU!!!
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.]