Alucard \\ Adrian F. Ţepeş (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-11 04:32 pm
cryptsleeper) wrote2018-11-11 04:32 pm
20s AU Post
Current Carmilla plot outline
--Post-fire, Carmilla and Mr. Peanut team up mostly to use each other. Carmilla's spent the past several months (since November, it is now February 1925) networking, and it's clear to her that Alucard's not suited for the position and that the other two are the obvious weakness. Mr Peanut needs something back, so this is perfect on her end. Mr Peanut can only imagine the joys of vampire blood in his work, and he'd like an army of vampires for his own ends.
--Shit stirring from Mr Peanut (all of March?)
--Mr Peanut also begins to sell mis Miracle Serum, which has vampire blood in it.
--Gang is very much trying to murder Mr Peanut during this.
--Start of April, vampire gets a call from one of the blood bank contacts that 3 patients have come in and are displaying some bizarre signs. Investigation yields the fact that they're in process of turning, and they've all taken the same serum.
--Additional investigation reveals O FUCK IT MR PEANUT
--Meanwhile Carmilla's been made aware of a familiar she didn't sire, so she knows something's up. Big fight with Mr. Peanut and thus Mr. Peanut is left depowered
--Gang commits a murder
--Carmilla's well sured up on her contacts now, and it's time for open rebellion (mid-April)
--In a more subtle attempt to let Alucard just step aside, she cuts the breaks on demon car and shows up to gloat/suggest he not pull a dad and go to deal with his grief quietly while she runs the city. The how he wants to do it is up to him (black widow joke goes here.) Treffy and Sypha walk in.
--1 week of straight up rebellion; feedings, no help from allies, need to do damage control instead of fight carmilla, every dracula rule is
--MEANWHILE IN GRAVITY FALLS, triangle shows Vlad what's up to try and psyche him out, somehow this finalyl snaps Vlad out of his depression and he heads home
--Just in time for Alucard and Carmilla to be tearing each other to bits in one of the bayous, it's not going well
--Vlad coming in means the king of vampires is accosted by a belmont with a pair of blessed knitting needles and a speaker with a fucking gun and he's just like what the shit happened to the world while i was gone
--Wards around the fight means that only demon car can break the wards, everyone has to pile in.
--Carmilla gets her ass kicked AND SENT TO THE JUSTICE DIMENSION
THEN THERE WERE FAERIES.
--Prior to all of this the vampire and Sypha have done a shit ton of research on how to get their Belmont back
--Sypha has also been practicing debating with dad, which leaves everyone Very Tired.
--When Trevor is actually snatched up (1 year after marriage, it takes fae effort. Taking Arn's shape fails, so it's a lot more kidnapping by force), Sypha and Alucard go into Faerie
--But they're playing this as politics, not as heroes rescuing their damsel, so that means the faeries are just "wait what now excuse u?"
--There are 3 gates and 3 trials (the particulars we're still bullshitting.) Each is asked to sacrifice 3 things. (Alucard: voice, his titles as bestowed upon by his father and his people, i forget the third; Sypha: her human form (she's a birb), fuck what were the other two)
--They enter the court at the end of the third trial. After LITERALLY ALL THE TITLES Sypha declares she Speaks for Trevor Belmont
--Claim debate over Trevor, turns out that the rules are in Sypha's favor.
--But that means debating to leave Fae without giving up what they've chosen.
--Sypha lawyers it all out, Alucard is a safety deposit and hangs out with Fae!Trevor
--In the end, safe passage out of Faerie consists of Sypha giving up her memory of the necromancer (billed as a great mage she studied under), the vampire gives up his immortality, and Trevor is replaced with Carmilla (dad was aware of this option and OK with it), but Trevor has his ability to swear taken. He now soundslike a rubber ducky when he tries
--Everyone gets home okay, except for the AU of this AU where the gang fails, but Trevor's on their doorstep like a bat out of Hell because time doesn't work right and he's been in Hell for a WHILE.
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[She says, as she rakes her hands down his back, letting her nails catch the length of his spine.]
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[It's a thoughtful noise just as much as it is a reaction to the nails that are now traveling down his back. There's such familiarity in it, the gesture hearkening back to...
it's been a year and two months since they met, hasn't it? Yet she's been in his life forever.]
I'm afraid most of what I listen to has no words at all.
[This classical music loving fuck.]
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[It's a statement of fact. She digs in her nails a little further, reacting to that happy sound he makes, because she wants to hear more of it out of him.]
There's one I could sing, but it would not be welcome in this house, so I will not. Trevor would like it, though.
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[There is an idea forming. Slow, but the nails digging in help to rouse it in a way. It is an idea that will require thought and consideration on Sypha's end and...that's perfect, isn't it?]
I'd like to hear that one, later. But for now, you've reminded me that there are old epics in the library. Ones that would have been sung rather than spoken, and the way to go about it is doubtlessly lost.
[He doesn't pick his head up, not yet.]
If I found them for you, would you do them the courtesy of reviving their notes?
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[He's asking her to raise the dead. It's not something she would ever say aloud, for any number of reasons both old and new. But it is what it is, and the truth of the matter is, she hasn't actually said no.]
But I could do my best. If you found them for me.
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[Most of them, at least. He ran across them in browsing the library's shelves so many times over the years, and he knows the catalog so very well. Alucard's own thoughts are not on raising the dead, but on offering something else to focus on while weathering the month.
There's a soft hum pressed against Sypha's skin, and it's coupled with a half-attempt to nuzzle at her neck versus the desire to stay so very still in the same place.]
You've done the impossible so many times. In so many ways. This is a different version of impossible.
[And should any of them survive this, Sypha can share these ancient things with her people again.]
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[She lifts a hand to the back of his head, raking her fingers through his hair.]
I always do the small things, by comparison. The mundane things. Because I am mundane, too, in a way that you and Trevor cannot be, and that's why it's something only I can do.
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[As lovely as the fingers in his hair are, this is so much more important. The vampire finally, finally lifts his head, from where it has settled, and he floats just a little more so that they are perfectly eye level with each other.]
Neither are you, Miss Belnades. [If they are to be as this began, then he shall go all the way to the start.] You never could be.
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[Up go her eyebrows, surprised but not displeased with the throwback endearment; her hands shift from playing with the hair at the nape of his neck to resting lightly on his shoulders, gazing back at him as he brings himself eye-level with her.]
You flatter me, my friend.
[Two can play at that game.]
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But you take my point, yes?
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[She offers him a soft smile.]
But who is right and who is wrong isn't what matters. What matters is that you think so. Whether I am special or not makes no difference, because what matters is that you think I am.
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[In other times, he might venture authority into that statement, daring reality to contradict him. Such as it is, he's just soft. Thoughtful. Saying it just for themselves to hear.]
Always will be.
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[She's still on the counter. He's still floating lightly nearby. They're still interconnected, still tangled up in each other. And amid the fear and the looming uncertainty of the future, for the present they're still young and soft and so desperately in love.
And maybe right now, that's enough.]
I've distracted you, utterly, from breakfast.
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[That's bullshit. This was more important than breakfast, both of them and their well being after a horrible night is far, far more important.
Alucard still doesn't let go. He will in a few more moments, when his stomach growls so fiercely that he might as well double over for it, but right now the only priority is Sypha.
They can't think far ahead right now. That's plotting. But to make a simple plan for tonight, that the vampire can do. They can fall into the oldest comforts.]
I'm going to see if the fireplace in our room works tonight. My only ambition is to lay in front of it with you both.
[His hearthfire and all the silly, stupid, terrified attempts to make sure she still burns bright.]
If you'll allow it.
[Because it's hot. Because it might make her too homesick. Because a million other reasons to reject the proposal.]
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[But she's smiling anyway, because it's not really about the fireplace, is it? It's about her, and him, and a time all those months ago when she'd confessed the things she does to make herself less lonely, and him remembering it and trying to give it to her.]
But it sounds...nice. Having that, tonight.
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[Or just have Sypha cool the room down enough to make being in front of a fireplace tolerable. That's hardly the point. The point is the smile on her face, and the fact that it is there at all.]
I'll try and find firewood when I'm done with breakfast. Or lunch, perhaps, by the time I am done cooking.
[It means they have to break this embrace though. Just long enough to cook. Alucard nudges Sypha gently for the permission to do so.]