cryptsleeper | 20s AU Post

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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[They're never going to make it to the living room, at this rate. But that's all right, really, because there will be time for that. There will be time for everything — there's nothing but time, now. No train schedules. No endings. Just the two of them, now, one day at a time.

It is a slight shame that she probably oughtn't just climb on top of him right there in his chair when he'd so recently torn his stitches, but there'll be time for that, too.]

Good.

[She sighs, almost dreamy, and closes her eyes as she shifts to pillow her cheek on his thigh, letting exhaustion from the run and the stress of her flight from the train finally start to catch up with her.]

[Alucard's pretty sure Sypha just stopped having bones. She's shifted and is resting in such a way that suggests it, and there are no more bandages to fuss with. She shouldn't be in such an uncomfortable spot.

His hand didn't move from her cheek. Now it moves to stroke her hair, long fingers finding knots from all of her running. He'll undo each of those in turn.]

There are more comfortable positions than the one you're in.

[No, he doesn't catch that.]

What makes you think I am not comfortable?

[She could genuinely fall asleep like this. Yes, like this, crouching and leaning and gnarled up like a little redheaded pretzel. Why not?]

But if you have another idea, I am listening.

You know that there's sofas in the living room.

[His hand escapes from her hair, catching in some of the tangles. (Short hair isn't supposed to get this tangled, is it?) It moves along her jaw line, gently tilts Sypha's head up when it reaches her chin.

Because if she looks up, she'll see him, smiling and mildly worried at once. Looking for permission to stand up, because he won't disturb her if she really, really does want to sleep right here.]

Mmmm. That might be for the best. You should rest.

[Of course she's thinking about him and not her. He needs to rest, after all. They'll both be more comfortable if they move.]

I didn't even move my things out of the front hall.

[With a yawn, she eases herself up and gets back to her feet, freeing him to rise as he pleases.]

[Alucard puts a hand on the kitchen table, using it to take the full of his weight. He flinches from the freshness of the wound, but he'll say nothing of it. Sypha's presence also means he won't be sleeping for another four days straight.

(He can't. He has someone else in the house. She doesn't know the particulars of the kitchen.)

Once on his feet, there's a moment of consideration.]

Am I right in presuming you may need more clothes than what you have with you?

I don't think so. I brought everything I have with me. So I have this and my other robe, and things to sleep in.

[Which is...apparently...everything...]

Oh — and that dress I wore to dinner, of course. The one you liked.

...We'll go shopping tomorrow.

[We. Because letting Sypha pick out her things is the greatest idea Alucard's ever come up with. Almost as good as moving to the living room, which when they reach it, he's a little too quick to lie down on the sofa.]

Hmmm.

[She watches him a minute, gauging the way he's moving and how relatively well he seems to be holding up, and when her assessment completes, she hops up onto the couch and swings a leg over him so that she's comfortably straddling his waist, low enough on his hips that she's not aggravating his chest wound.

Comfortably, she reaches for his hands and picks them up in hers, fitting their palms together and twining their fingers together so that she can play with his hands while she sits on him.]

You were right. This is much better.

[Absolutely better. This is also very much not resting. This is Sypha using him as a....well, not furniture, she's not laying on him, but whatever it is, there's no sleeping involved.

What there is instead is Alucard looking up at her. Noting how all the light coming in from the windows catches on her hair, making it seem to glow just a little. Watching how natural this all is to her, taking his hands in hers and letting whim decide what she'll do with them.

There's a pillow at the back of Alucard's head. He ought to rest, but that would require he close his eyes. Look away from Sypha. Sypha who is already at home in a vampire's lair.*

*Town house in a very nice part of the city.]

Far better from where I am too.

[Some revelations are small ones, like the fact Alucard really does enjoy looking up at Sypha.]

Have I told you recently how handsome you are?

[What she's doing with his hands, apparently, is moving them around in little circles in the air, just enjoying the feeling of holding them and being joined with him at the palms.]

I don't think I have. I always focus on the other things instead.

I don't think you've mentioned it before.

[She hasn't. Not that he recalls, and Alucard realizes in this moment that he has a terrible tendency to hang on her every word. Hang onto her as well, if all of their past embraces are any indicator.

He's moved too fast in that department, perhaps.]

You glow.

I glow?

[That's not the tone of a girl incredulous; no, that's the tone of a girl who senses a compliment lingering in the underpinnings of a remark, and has decided to devote herself to drawing it out.]

You are very nice to look at, yourself. But tell me more of this glow.

[Alucard shifts a little. There's a pillow at a terrible angle, or at least it was, and now it is much better. He brings their hands down, rests their wrists on Sypha's thighs. The position she has chosen allows for that and it is terribly lovely to have his hands there.]

I admit, uses of fireplaces here are very uncommon, we do not get cold that easy. The castle has them though, and every so often they're used. You doubtlessly know the behavior of fire better than I do, but those moments of warm embers, it's like that. That and then there's something new added, and everything jumps to life again...

[Is he getting better with words yet?]

You really did miss me.

[Her voice, in that moment, proves precisely his point — it comes out rich and low like a glowing coal, warm like firelight, soft like radiant heat. She's pleased, and every bit of her reflects it, from the look in her eyes to the smile on her lips to the relaxed ease in her stance as she gazes down at him.]

You learned to talk like I do, while I was gone.

Of course I did. Even when I knew I'd see you the next evening.

[His own voice is soft. There's no embarrassment in admitting the thing he just said, but it feels like the kind of truth best whispered. His hands are still holding onto hers, and she's still looking down at him, all warmth and loveliness and sun in her hair.

In the future, Alucard will realize that this is the moment he realized he could lay in this spot forever, looking up, and be content for lifetimes.]

...I am still learning. The curve is steep, and I have not had a lifetime of practice.

There will be time. You will have all the time you need, now.

[So she says, softly, with a squeeze to his hands — and if there's a touch of bittersweet mixed in with the pleasure, she doesn't seem to mind it much, either.]

And I will be here to help you, of course.

[There's a gentle tug as she squeezes. While to look up at Sypha feels like a glory in and of itself, there are certain things that one can't do so far away.]

I'm told I'm a decent student.

"Decent".

[Well, she's hardly going to protest, if he wants to guide her down; she'll follow anywhere he leads.]

Would you rather me list every adjective that was heaped on me in the course of my studies? You'll tire of the praise quickly.

[What Alucard wants more than anything else is the full weight of Sypha resting atop his chest, warm and probably soft as well. They haven't tried for obvious reasons, and now he's delayed that even further. What he can do is bring her hands back towards him. Up towards his shoulders, trust she'll know that all he wants is her kneeling over him, close enough so he can angle up and kiss her again. (And again. And a million times over.)]

Hmmm.

[She does that often, that thoughtful little hum, when he does something worthy of dwelling on; this time, it's gently maneuvering her into a better position for a kiss, and she recognizes that, so she lets him.]

You forget I've had to memorize all of your titles. Not only can I imagine the adjectives, I bet they are all charming.

They're charming when you're six, not sixteen.

[Being a teenager around his father had been weird. It had taken to talking about architecture, of all things, to help transition them from the awkwardness of no longer just being a young boy who found delight in the world and wanted to learn more without having strong opinions of his own. Asking about the castle, how it worked, could I build something like it?, that had fixed so many tensions in the house.

It is now the right thought to dwell on in this moment. Not when Sypha is at the perfect angle for Alucard to kiss her again. They've cycled through what feels like every emotion in the space of oh...maybe half an hour? So now it is on them to define what the normal pace ought to be right now. The question is laced in the kiss itself, the pressure firm but not aggressive, patient and waiting for Sypha to decide if tongues are allowed to enter the equation.]

And when you are as old as you are now? More than sixteen — or so I hope.

[That gets a laugh out of her, though — one she presses softly against his lips, withdrawing just enough to let it fill the narrow space left between them before she moves back in again.

It's only at length, however, that she sort of figures out what it is he's waiting for amid a small sweet series of kisses that go rapid enough that she's parting her lips a little more with each one. Then comes the quiet recognition of what he's waiting for, and she smiles a little to herself as she brings their mouths together again, this time with no way of mistaking the reason her lips are parting for him.]

You're so shy. Or perhaps just a gentleman.

Weren't you taught that it's rude to ask someone's age?

[There's a light tone with the question, then there's no more words to be said. They don't have to rush, Alucard knows that, but there's still a terrible desire to dive in so fast. He knows why it is, a hot mess of fear and excitement and looking to find any way to channel his emotions into something that isn't the bathroom on a larger scale. So moving slow, that's on purpose.

But there are other reasons to move slow too, and that becomes apparent as Sypha allows this to go further. Beyond tongues there are fangs, and Alucard moves so carefully as to ensure that not even a hint of them enter into this moment. Sypha is perfect in this moment. Fangs would destroy it.

Being a gentleman it is, in the end.]

[She has a retort all ready, because she wouldn't be a Speaker at all if she weren't handy at getting the last word, but then his mouth is covering hers and she's not particularly inclined to draw back away from it, even if it means regaining primacy in the verbal sparring.

The physical one is all the more interesting for it, anyway; it's good that he's being careful with his own fangs, because she's certainly forgotten they're even there, too focused as she is on drawing him out and deep into her kisses, and relishing each one as one links into another into another.]

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