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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[Alucard cannot mind anything half mumbled when it is for the best reason. He holds his own mouth open, careful as he moves because this always requires careful attention so that fangs do not draw blood. Sypha's current state means that she is far less alert for these things than she ought to be, so he has double the responsibility.

(And it lets her be in charge. Set the pace. Make the world work on her terms. Alucard can't imagine anything she needs more in this moment.)]

Too high of a pedestal?

Is that how you think of me?

[She closes her eyes but doesn't draw away, leaving her lips resting just barely against his skin.]

Your goddess?

Maybe not quite the right word but...

[There has been a very quiet revelation in all of this. Alucard takes one of Sypha's hands and moves it up his chest gently. Presses it to over his heart, and he makes sure it stays there. It must be there for this.]

You have had my life in your hands since you bid me wait at the crossroads. Everything is yours. I don't think there are known words for something like that, what to call someone who holds every fiber of yourself so completely.

...You told me once that I couldn't give up my life just to stay by your side.

[She nudges lightly against his jawline, mouthing along the sleek line of it, as she lets him bring her hand to rest over his heart, over his scars.

Two scars, now. One from his mother. One from her.]

I won't let you give me your whole life. You have to keep some for yourself.

[...]

And for Trevor.

[It's the first time her hand has brushed against the new one. There's no tenderness from the wound, it healed as soon as the ichor still stuck in it was removed. It is as dull and as dead as the one from his father, without the extended recovery period.

She's right, in the end. The hand that guided hers there linger, thumb stroking over the pulse point of Sypha's wrist.]

Of course.

[But Trevor wouldn't be here and as loved as he is without those crossroads either. It's never escaped Alucard that of all the places to meet, the Speaker had picked a place that couldn't be drenched with more symbolism.]

But you wanted me to answer your question. Did I?

So long as you don't start to worship me.

[But then she hesitates, just for a moment, and a faint spark of that same attempt at levity struggles to make itself known.]

Well. At least...not most of the time.

[With her free hand, she reaches up and catches him by the back of the head, drawing him in close to her neck in unmistakable invitation to kiss.]

Like this...perhaps.

[Like this, and he can only do as Sypha asks. He never kisses either of their necks without their say so, although he is far more cautious about the matter around Trevor than around Sypha. When he does do so, he is as careful as he can possibly be.

Now is one of the moments for such care. Alucard's lips brush over Sypha's skin, lingering in one spot for just a second or two before moving on. To venture up or down is not something he does, not yet. He lingers over where her pulse sounds the strongest, and kisses with each heartbeat.

She's alive and she's here and he can hear that organ beating strongly. And then all gentle kisses become something stronger.]

It's all right.

[It feels as though she has to say that somehow, the same way she had to invite him to hold her, the same way she had to guide him to kiss her. Alucard is being so careful with her, so respectful, and deep down she knows that his moderation here is more than just deliberate — it's a gift to her, the agency to control how this goes even if it's on some very slim level to affect.

He's holding back, and part of her wishes he wouldn't, and part of her recognizes the sweet courtesy for what it is. So she has to invite this, encourage this, so that he knows. So that he won't stop, because she doesn't want him to stop.]

Please. I don't need you to be perfect. I only need you to be real.

How else would you ask me to prove it?

[Sypha is not wrong. All of this, asking, having her guide, it is ensuring she has control back in her hands after being so long without. It feels as if it is the easiest place to attend to unseen wounds, to not only assure her she is back in an environment that loves her to the ends of the Earth, but to make it clear she has control over it.

He's trained the castle to let the two of them in even when he is not home. Vaguely, Alucard wonders if something tangible would be in order, but the thought is dislodged. His kisses finally move beyond the pulse point on Sypha's neck, they travel up to her jawline and then down again.

The other reason he is holding back is to not overwhelm her. Even affection has to be carefully managed at first. There are things she's not strong enough for, not yet, and that's when the whole of this shall be let out.]

I don't want you to be afraid.

[It's mumbled, absentminded, as she basks in the feeling of his kisses pressed against her skin, and that's why it's only belatedly that it occurs to her she might need to clarify that in order to make herself understood.]

You're afraid to touch me.

[That, too, might not be precisely the right word, but she's drowsing in the feeling of having him close to her, doting on her, and so maybe it's close enough.]

Be gentle with me. But I am not made of glass. You won't make a mistake. I promise.

[There's a noise that isn't quite a laugh, and it sounds against her skin. Felt as much as heard. A noise of slight embarrassment, and Alucard doesn't move from their arrangement.]

Not afraid. Just aware that passions run high.

[He pauses then, resting his forehead into the crook of Sypha's neck. A little weight there, not much. Just enough to be soft and cool and pleasant.]

...I cannot imagine how I could possibly look less attractive at the moment.

[Rumpled, sleepy, bandaged. She's teasing, sort of, but there's a part of her that sort of means it, too.]

Yet still your passions are running high?

[Counterpoint:]

You are here and in my arms. I can think of nothing else so beautiful and all consuming.

[Which also answers her second question, which is yes and he needs to calm the hell down.]

Such lofty words. Is this really the same boy who blushed when I tricked him into holding his hand?

[That's a deliberate choice of word, boy. She remembers what he looked like when he came down the stairs for her, and he was anything but a boy, then.

Not so bad, perhaps, to remind him that he still can be, with her, if he wants.]

First you call me your goddess, now you write me poetry. Where has all your bashfulness gone?

[Monster would be the closest thing in Alucard's own opinion. As close to his father as he'd ever come to being, and with the added irony of Belmont control laced up in it. If Sypha asks about the particulars, they'll have to explain but he very, very much hopes that she will let that secret remain as it is.

He pauses in smothering all he can reach with affection. Pulls back, makes sure they're eye to eye.

(Did her hand ever leave his chest? He doesn't think so, but if not, he'll guide her hand back there. Hold it in place for a moment, then bring it up so he can kiss that same hand like every romantic cliche that plays in the movie theatres.)]

It remains. The stage has simply been given over to something else for the time being.

What something else?

[As though she doesn't already know, but that's not the point. The point is to get him to say it. Preferably before he distracts her away from the thought with that soft, fond kiss to her knuckles, like the prince he is yet never claims to be.]

I want to see which word you choose.

[Before, that kiss wasn't a ploy to distract. Now Alucard considers it, then dismisses the thought. She won't let him get away with it.]

Note that I didn't pick one. [That's a choice, not choosing!]

Passion.

[She teases softly, letting the word roll off her tongue like molasses. She shifts, settling against him, and leans to let him support her weight more fully, letting her go boneless and pliant in exchange.]

I want you, too. Very much. But you're right that it's not a good idea.

[There is a low hum as Sypha picks the right word for the moment (far better than what he was going to go with, because it was going to be a babble). It reverberates in his chest as Sypha settles, puts all her weight against him.

Alucard makes a point of ignoring the change in that weight. A week and there's been a change. It'll take more time to fix that fact.

His arms are around her once again, careful of how they press but holding her to him all the same.]

I'll find other outlets for all those emotions in the mean time.

[He's quiet for a moment more, then...]

I could run a bath.

[He's so comfortable, so safe. She could be content to just stay in his arms forever like this, but the prospect of a bath is...well, frankly, it sounds almost blissful after all the floors and beds and damp cloths dabbing at her face.]

Will you be able to behave yourself, if you do?

I promise.

[It'll be overwhelming enough, if he knows himself.]

And it will be much warmer than me holding you like this.

Says you, the one who is always cold. Steal some of the bath's heat, then, instead of mine.

[Thus says Sypha, weary and burned-out and yet still the Little Furnace That Could.]

Will you carry me?

You have to ask?

[He wants it to sound shocked and horrified, but it is only warm. Laughing. Delighted.

It means the answer is yes, of course, but the prospect of moving is one they both must consider.]

Sypha, I can promise you your feet will not be touching the floor for some time.

You've carried me so much already. You might've been tired.

[But it's nice to have the reassurance, even so.]

Or sore. Or injured, yourself. Or any number of things.

And I have just taken what you two call a depression nap so I can say with all confidence that you do not need to worry.

[More importantly, he nudges Sypha. Gentle. Starting to scoot towards the edge of the bed and taking her with him.]

You will need to let go for a moment.

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