[The change in their husband had been more than enough to throw Sypha and Alucard for a loop. (They got a year and a day with him, if this all goes to hell. Not enough time, but probably more than he ever expected. It isn't a compromise but it's...ugh. That stupid fucking motto. Alucard always wondered why the Belmont coat of arms didn't have that phrase on it.) Magic wasn't for Belmonts except when it was, and then it was a specific brand of it. Not intent. Something that could become intent though, when channeled.
It's still strange now, however long it's been. Alucard doesn't like it, doesn't like the lack of scars that he knows so well, the way light hits Trevor's eyes and make it clear he isn't exactly human. (That is Alcard's job.) How easy it is for him to get out, out but to have free will denied to him.
Alucard lifts his head, following the smell.
Trevor. Just Trevor. Being stupid and biting so hard he's drawing blood. His mind elsewhere, this place shifting reality far too much for Alucard's liking. That question, that alone makes him want to demand how dare this place make anything from the past twenty some years of Trevor's life be anything but real.
Anger isn't helpful. Alucard just reaches down and takes Trevor's right hand. Brings it up, so that they can both look at it. At the wedding ring, because fuck that still has to carry weight.]
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It's still strange now, however long it's been. Alucard doesn't like it, doesn't like the lack of scars that he knows so well, the way light hits Trevor's eyes and make it clear he isn't exactly human. (That is Alcard's job.) How easy it is for him to get out, out but to have free will denied to him.
Alucard lifts his head, following the smell.
Trevor. Just Trevor. Being stupid and biting so hard he's drawing blood. His mind elsewhere, this place shifting reality far too much for Alucard's liking. That question, that alone makes him want to demand how dare this place make anything from the past twenty some years of Trevor's life be anything but real.
Anger isn't helpful. Alucard just reaches down and takes Trevor's right hand. Brings it up, so that they can both look at it. At the wedding ring, because fuck that still has to carry weight.]
Sypha. Your wife. Ours.