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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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.]

[In the future, Alucard will learn that in picking a fight of retorts with a Speaker, he will not be the victor now or ever. His best way of winning any kind of fight is to follow the path of past victories: fluster the Speaker with compliments and well timed observations.

Right now the only observation Alucard can manage is that to move onto the sofa was the best idea he's had all day. Here, now, Sypha over him and encouraging a deeper kiss every time one has to break for the sake of air, it'd be overwhelming if he didn't have to hold onto one little scrap of himself.

It's only his fangs that he focuses on, which means that his hands? Those are free to travel by virtue of Alucard not exactly considering where they're going at the moment. One, one travels up Sypha's back slowly, as if it has to catalog each and every vertebrae there for no reason other than it's there and it's a part of her. The other slides up her side, pace considered but also with the intention of her breast as a final destination.

(He's supposed to be resting, isn't he?)]

Mm, Adrian.

[She makes herself pull away just long enough to talk, and more importantly long enough to catch a solid breath, because she's been dealing in shallow and truncated ones for a while now because they're the only sort she can steal between their flurry of kisses. But her eyes are molten as she gazes at him, rich and heady with heat, and she arches her back just a little into the feeling of his hand, watching him through half-lidded eyes.]

Will you do something for me...?

Of course.

[Up close like this, it's possible to pick out where the vampire is actually flushed. Pale as every part of him is, there is the faintest bit of color in his cheek, the contrast coming not from his pale skin but his hair.

He's not so fussed for air as Sypha is, but there is a respite from absolute and utter grief in his eyes. A rare thing, even with her around. There's a bewildered contentment instead, suggesting that he still can't believe this is real but he's delirious with joy from it.]

Promise me that you will show me all of you, someday.

[She strokes her fingertips over his flushing cheek, her own skin just as rosy with fluster and excitement as his, her lips softly bruised with the remnants of his kisses.]

Not today. Not even soon, perhaps. But...someday. Promise to show me even the parts of yourself that you don't like.

I...

[He wants to ask if she knows what she's really asking. Those things that are a part of his nature are not pretty things, things done in private because they must be not...not something he'd ever want anyone to see. Never mind her. Never mind anyone that would entertain the thought of loving him even a little bit like this.

But she's so red and flustered and looking up at her right now, seeing the little marks of what they've done together already, he can't give any other answer except for:]

Yes. Over the years.

[Maybe that's expecting too much, years. But she said not even soon, and so that means years.]

Good.

[She smiles softly, bending to kiss him again, and just this once it isn't so much about passion as it is about sweet, soft understanding.

Even now, in her mind's eye, she can recall the claw marks in his bathroom walls.]

I don't want only the best of you, my love. I want all of you. And...I know that for you, it will not be easy. But I refuse to love you only halfway. Do you understand?

[He could argue she's already seen the real worst of it, injured and too close to death. Sprawled out in a ditch, leaves in his hair. But that isn't what she means at all, because all of that has been external. The things that if not easy to talk about are easy to see and make sense of.

What she wants is against much of his nature. To be at his best to the world around him, calm and in control of both parts of his heritage, it is how he interfaces with the world. All the hidden things, they're out of sight with reason. Not for fear of appearing weak (in the future that will be a fear, because it threatens the city and his position within it) but for fear of scaring off those around him.

When Sypha leans down, he kisses back, but it is with a tiny bit of fear that one day, this request will fail. I'll try. I'll try, I'll try.]

I understand, but as you say, it won't be easy. It...there are many complicated things that go into it. But there is time.

[Time because she came back.]

Of course.

[This time, when she reaches for her kiss, it's one she presses against his forehead with affection.]

It's why I'm asking this of you so early. So that there will be time, all the time you need, to think about it. And I will be here while you do, each and every step of the way.

[There's a sigh that goes with the kiss to his forehead, a heady mix of contentment and relief that why Sypha has asked this has such a pointed purpose. She is thinking as far ahead as he might, and to know that both their eyes are looking that far towards the future, that means the world.]

If there are ever days when it is too much to bear, then take whatever time you need too...

...Do you think it will be? Too much.

[It's an honest question. Also the first real indication she's shown of an awareness that perhaps she's leapt into something much bigger than she'd originally contemplated when she'd made the decision to leap in the first place — a body of water that runs far deeper than she'd perceived when she'd jumped.]

Tell me what you're afraid of. So that I know.

[The hand traveling up Sypha's spine had stopped when she pulled away, when talking began again. Now, most of the way up to her shoulders, it finishes it's route, and finds it's way to where hair and neck meet. There's hair there, and Alucard idly wraps some of it around his fingers. Short like this is the style these days, isn't it? Yes. That's easier to think about than what he's afraid of.

Because the short answer is everything. Beyond her, he's alone in the world for the first time, and there is a difference between preferring time alone and being alone entirely.

There is also an easy answer. One that if he was with anyone else, he'd close his eyes before confessing. Alucard can only imagine that he will be chided for such an action, and so his gaze remains on her.]

Grief can be...overwhelming, most days. I'd hate for that to be the only bedrock of this.

I don't mind sharing your grief.

[She sighs, eyes falling closed as his fingers thread through her hair, brushing against the nape of her neck where it's sensitive and intimate, and she's left all but purring from the way he touches her.

It's the truth; she doesn't mind it. She doesn't mind being here, being with him, loving him, having this for longer than they'd thought they could. It leaves the future uncertain — something vast and untamed, like the ocean — and yet facing it with him feels right, like something she was meant for all along.]

I don't mind sharing your everything.

[And there will be time, she thinks, for this conversation over and over again in a thousand different facets and iterations, but for now they're both clinging to those same breathless words, there's time, and right now what matters is making the most of the heat of his lips, the caress of her breath, the way the two of them so seamlessly fit together.]

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