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Is that my name?
[ It’s a genuine question. And also, probably not one that Alucard can conclusively answer (it’s probably not his name). He considers it and then opens and closes a two-fingered hand. ]
I have nearly all of my body, now.
[ YES. ALUCARD CAN SEE THAT. ]
[ It’s a genuine question. And also, probably not one that Alucard can conclusively answer (it’s probably not his name). He considers it and then opens and closes a two-fingered hand. ]
I have nearly all of my body, now.
[ YES. ALUCARD CAN SEE THAT. ]
You never told me your name, fae.
[There's. Too much. Dick. In Alucard's line of view. So he does the only thing he can do at this moment, which is fling one of the fur blankets over at Trevor and groan.]
Wrap this around your groin. Now.
[There's. Too much. Dick. In Alucard's line of view. So he does the only thing he can do at this moment, which is fling one of the fur blankets over at Trevor and groan.]
Wrap this around your groin. Now.
Something like that. It’s something like that.
[ He picks up the blanket, holding it in front of him for a moment. ]
My dick isn’t cold.
[ But he does, at least, rest the blanket over his lap. ]
[ He picks up the blanket, holding it in front of him for a moment. ]
My dick isn’t cold.
[ But he does, at least, rest the blanket over his lap. ]
Cold is not the issue at hand.
[Alucard shakes his head, and there's a sigh of relief once Trevor has the blanket over his lap. The vampire isn't moving either, but this is...both better and worse, isn't it?]
How much longer until it is done then, do you suppose?
[Alucard shakes his head, and there's a sigh of relief once Trevor has the blanket over his lap. The vampire isn't moving either, but this is...both better and worse, isn't it?]
How much longer until it is done then, do you suppose?
Another two sennights, if enough of them want to join me.
[ Not all moths want to become part of something bigger than themselves, feel the calling to follow Sypha and that little jewelled box she wears around. Maybe just under half. Even by fairy understanding it’s a lot to ask for them to give up themselves as individuals to be part of a larger whole, especially when that larger whole is still forming. They get a life longer than a month or so, the ability to do and comprehend things that they could never have done alone. But they lose themselves. ]
Then I’ll wake up, and I’ll be able to tell me what I am. I’m- excited for that, I think.
[ He’s still a lot of combined moth brains trying to put things together based on an understanding of the world mostly gleaned from overhearing snippets of Alucard and Sypha’s conversations. He isn’t entirely sure what ‘excited’ is, but it sounds right. ]
[ Not all moths want to become part of something bigger than themselves, feel the calling to follow Sypha and that little jewelled box she wears around. Maybe just under half. Even by fairy understanding it’s a lot to ask for them to give up themselves as individuals to be part of a larger whole, especially when that larger whole is still forming. They get a life longer than a month or so, the ability to do and comprehend things that they could never have done alone. But they lose themselves. ]
Then I’ll wake up, and I’ll be able to tell me what I am. I’m- excited for that, I think.
[ He’s still a lot of combined moth brains trying to put things together based on an understanding of the world mostly gleaned from overhearing snippets of Alucard and Sypha’s conversations. He isn’t entirely sure what ‘excited’ is, but it sounds right. ]
All right. That's...that's good.
[It isn't for Alucard's emotions, but that's the least important part of all of this. Sypha misses Trevor. Alucard misses being home. They all have other things they need to do, and it all rests on Trevor regaining all of himself.
There's a sigh, and Alucard rests his chin atop his knees.]
She'll be overjoyed.
[It isn't for Alucard's emotions, but that's the least important part of all of this. Sypha misses Trevor. Alucard misses being home. They all have other things they need to do, and it all rests on Trevor regaining all of himself.
There's a sigh, and Alucard rests his chin atop his knees.]
She'll be overjoyed.
This had always been a risk. Leon knew that the moment that he arranged for the recreated estate to always be in winter. To always be in the deep of December on the longest night of the year, snow over the grounds and darkness king, all so that Mathias (and here it is Mathias only) could move around as safely as possible. There were things that could still go wrong, and it was never a question of how the memory spells stitched into the fabric of the estate would fall apart. It was only ever when, because Dracula is still a master of magic, and he is still deep within Mathias. Just suppressed. Just squeezed into a little corner, made to rest.
It has been weeks by fae count. Months in the human world. Long enough for cracks in the spell to happen, jogged by recollections of things that ought to be. (The modern conveniences of Dracula's castle are one of the enemies.) Worse are when the recollections are brought by Leon's actions themselves. All the gently refused kisses, all the abandonment of their bed, the question and evasion of where is Sara?
So when Leon walks into their room one night to find no electric lights on, only a fire that Mathias has sat himself in front of, it's clear that the spells have broken. The man is sat on the sofa, upright, one arm resting on the arm of it and the other on one of the cushions. He does not move to his feet when Leon enters, he only waits. Waits until Leon is in sight, and the stare that Mathias fixes upon the man betrays a great weariness. It masks an anger, Dracula's anger, something still being suppressed.
"What," Mathias says finally. "Did you do, Leon?"
Leon Belmont has never been inclined to lie. But the ability to do it is still a luxury, one that generally he has not missed. Save now. Because the truth is worse. "What I thought was right. We didn't..."
"No. We did not speak after everything happened," Mathias agrees. The way his eyes reflect the light, there's a desire to turn to anger there. It's terrifyingly clear, and Leon cannot move from the light. The most he can do is to try and redirect where this goes. Delay the anger. Make his own point.
It's a point that begins with a deeper sigh of Mathias' name. "How much do you remember now?"
"Enough," is the reply. Terse. Unhappy. "At first I thought it was my own mind obscuring memories for the sake of diminishing trauma, I've seen that happen before in patients. What was it that you wanted to talk to me about Leon?"
There's the anger. There's the rage of Dracula, a rage that will be far worse once Dracula returns to the world. It's a sign of miscalculation too, and Leon knows it in the moment. He did not account for how that fury might be let out upon the world.
"About final decisions," Leon says. He counters the rage with sorrow. "When this all happened, I did not know if your own actions were simply out of fury. Now..."
He's cut off. "What options would you have me take?"
"There is Sara's. She refused to take any part of the lot of vampirism and fights it instead, albeit in another form. Or you could stay here, where at least there is one of us."
Silence is the response. Silence and steepled fingers, the gaze of a man who is both Mathias and Dracula looking past Leon and into the fire itself. It flares suddenly. Hisses. The heat intensifies, and Leon steps forward out of instinct. The silence is an oppressive thing, but worse is the response.
It is sighed in Mathias' voice, now tired. "Neither."
When Leon repeats the response, there is an air of the incredulous. "Neither?"
"It is clear from my memories that I have already made my choice."
Neither.
Neither and it is still the eyes of Mathias that watch Leon Belmont closely. Neither and it aches, because there is naught else that can be done. It is a decision made by a thing that may be Dracula, but has made the choice as close to Mathias as he could ever be now. Dracula threatens to spring to life in those eyes, but he stays away. It is Mathias that Leon sinks down onto the sofa besides. It is Mathias that he drags into his arms and kisses, knowing that the cause of retaining him is well and truly lost, and it is Mathias who does not push him away, but rather leans into every kiss. There's fury in every one of them, tempered by the same feeling of loss.
There is an hour until sunset in the human world. Dracula will be placed there, and in seven years, one of the two will kill the other. But for a last hour, there s at least time to say good bye.
It has been weeks by fae count. Months in the human world. Long enough for cracks in the spell to happen, jogged by recollections of things that ought to be. (The modern conveniences of Dracula's castle are one of the enemies.) Worse are when the recollections are brought by Leon's actions themselves. All the gently refused kisses, all the abandonment of their bed, the question and evasion of where is Sara?
So when Leon walks into their room one night to find no electric lights on, only a fire that Mathias has sat himself in front of, it's clear that the spells have broken. The man is sat on the sofa, upright, one arm resting on the arm of it and the other on one of the cushions. He does not move to his feet when Leon enters, he only waits. Waits until Leon is in sight, and the stare that Mathias fixes upon the man betrays a great weariness. It masks an anger, Dracula's anger, something still being suppressed.
"What," Mathias says finally. "Did you do, Leon?"
Leon Belmont has never been inclined to lie. But the ability to do it is still a luxury, one that generally he has not missed. Save now. Because the truth is worse. "What I thought was right. We didn't..."
"No. We did not speak after everything happened," Mathias agrees. The way his eyes reflect the light, there's a desire to turn to anger there. It's terrifyingly clear, and Leon cannot move from the light. The most he can do is to try and redirect where this goes. Delay the anger. Make his own point.
It's a point that begins with a deeper sigh of Mathias' name. "How much do you remember now?"
"Enough," is the reply. Terse. Unhappy. "At first I thought it was my own mind obscuring memories for the sake of diminishing trauma, I've seen that happen before in patients. What was it that you wanted to talk to me about Leon?"
There's the anger. There's the rage of Dracula, a rage that will be far worse once Dracula returns to the world. It's a sign of miscalculation too, and Leon knows it in the moment. He did not account for how that fury might be let out upon the world.
"About final decisions," Leon says. He counters the rage with sorrow. "When this all happened, I did not know if your own actions were simply out of fury. Now..."
He's cut off. "What options would you have me take?"
"There is Sara's. She refused to take any part of the lot of vampirism and fights it instead, albeit in another form. Or you could stay here, where at least there is one of us."
Silence is the response. Silence and steepled fingers, the gaze of a man who is both Mathias and Dracula looking past Leon and into the fire itself. It flares suddenly. Hisses. The heat intensifies, and Leon steps forward out of instinct. The silence is an oppressive thing, but worse is the response.
It is sighed in Mathias' voice, now tired. "Neither."
When Leon repeats the response, there is an air of the incredulous. "Neither?"
"It is clear from my memories that I have already made my choice."
Neither.
Neither and it is still the eyes of Mathias that watch Leon Belmont closely. Neither and it aches, because there is naught else that can be done. It is a decision made by a thing that may be Dracula, but has made the choice as close to Mathias as he could ever be now. Dracula threatens to spring to life in those eyes, but he stays away. It is Mathias that Leon sinks down onto the sofa besides. It is Mathias that he drags into his arms and kisses, knowing that the cause of retaining him is well and truly lost, and it is Mathias who does not push him away, but rather leans into every kiss. There's fury in every one of them, tempered by the same feeling of loss.
There is an hour until sunset in the human world. Dracula will be placed there, and in seven years, one of the two will kill the other. But for a last hour, there s at least time to say good bye.
Previously
[Alucard is exactly where he said he would be, sat upright on the sofa and waiting for Sypha quietly. He perks up a little, and when Sypha's in view, he stands up entirely.]
Thank you for coming, general.
[He's maybe leaning too hard into this.]
[Alucard is exactly where he said he would be, sat upright on the sofa and waiting for Sypha quietly. He perks up a little, and when Sypha's in view, he stands up entirely.]
Thank you for coming, general.
[He's maybe leaning too hard into this.]
[Well, he is indeed in the spot where he had stated that she could find him, and there is a glimmer of amusement in her eyes as she moves towards Alucard. Her gaze does flicker up as he rises with a seemingly easy motion, and yes, affection is certainly one way to get Sypha to not buy who know how many pounds of gummy bears. She may have been a little giddy last night, and he had been too cute to pass up teasing, even if it had been with sweets.]
Shall we discuss terms?
Shall we discuss terms?
We shall.
[He gestures to the sofa beside him, well aware that this will be a prelude to vengeance in the next night or two. Sometimes, that's just the way things must be.]
[He gestures to the sofa beside him, well aware that this will be a prelude to vengeance in the next night or two. Sometimes, that's just the way things must be.]
[A quick glance, before Sypha settles herself on the couch, drawing her feet up under her. One eyebrow arches ever so as she leans, draping one arm over the back of the furniture. Her eyes dance over him as she tops her head to one side.]
And what do you offer to the gummy army, and it's leader?
And what do you offer to the gummy army, and it's leader?
[ Sypha can't come here, not tonight. No matter how fascinated she is by the idea of attending one of the Queen's parties. Trevor isn't sure whether he wishes she could or not - she would love it here, fill herself with enough stories to last her a lifetime. Drink them from jeweled goblets. But she would be in the presence of the queen, in the most dangerous place that one can be on the shortest night of the year.
'Here' isn't anywhere in particular. It isn't the beautiful lands, but nor is it anywhere in Wallachia. It's a space between worlds, one that will only exist until morning, a place that operates on the logic of dreams, formed from the stuff of them. It's a few hours or a few days - one can never tell, at these events - into the gathering when the queen claps her hands. The food turns to ash, the wine to vinegar, the music to silence. ]
My beloved subjects. I ask that you honour my dearest guest. It is so terribly rare that his kind attend our summer celebrations.
[ Alucard almost certainly cannot remember choosing to come here. He never chose to come here, after all, he is simply here because the queen willed it so - and she may well be telling the truth, that she invited him here only because she found the idea of a vampire being able to attend the celebration of endless sunlight amusing. She doesn't care enough for the affairs of the individual families to have any motivation connected to the Belmonts' dealings, though Dracula is not so below her notice and this could be a deliberate move to demonstrate her power over him. It's hard to tell, with Titania.
Leon is the first to move, but it's Trevor who reaches Alucard's side first. He slips an arm into his to lead him before the queen, whispering as he does. ]
Don't look at her. Just don't look at her, and we can keep you safe.
'Here' isn't anywhere in particular. It isn't the beautiful lands, but nor is it anywhere in Wallachia. It's a space between worlds, one that will only exist until morning, a place that operates on the logic of dreams, formed from the stuff of them. It's a few hours or a few days - one can never tell, at these events - into the gathering when the queen claps her hands. The food turns to ash, the wine to vinegar, the music to silence. ]
My beloved subjects. I ask that you honour my dearest guest. It is so terribly rare that his kind attend our summer celebrations.
[ Alucard almost certainly cannot remember choosing to come here. He never chose to come here, after all, he is simply here because the queen willed it so - and she may well be telling the truth, that she invited him here only because she found the idea of a vampire being able to attend the celebration of endless sunlight amusing. She doesn't care enough for the affairs of the individual families to have any motivation connected to the Belmonts' dealings, though Dracula is not so below her notice and this could be a deliberate move to demonstrate her power over him. It's hard to tell, with Titania.
Leon is the first to move, but it's Trevor who reaches Alucard's side first. He slips an arm into his to lead him before the queen, whispering as he does. ]
Don't look at her. Just don't look at her, and we can keep you safe.
[Given his druthers, Alucard would never, ever even entertain the thought of going near fae lands, fae celebrations, fae anything that isn't-the-Belmont-and-even-then. He's only been in Trevor's orbit because of Sypha, and while Trevor is now whole and Alucard is not strictly needed, Sypha has insisted that Alucard stay. The stupid part of the vampire that looks at her with too much pining is both happy and devestated for it, as he's still certain that saying anything will only make things worse. Sypha has her boyfriend back. She doesn't need a vampire to make things even more complicated.
So being in this liminal space, he's already terrified. He doesn't know how he willed himself to have a massive brimmed hat and dark glasses to try and cover himself (Trevor's magic, perhaps, sensing the vampire's absolute terror?) He doesn't know if Dracula is aware of this. (Probably not.) He can't guess the outcome either way.
All he knows is that the glasses let him appear to be looking one way while averting his gaze, and that the Belmonts (not just the one, and fuck him but Leon is there and that's going to make this situation about ten times worse) are well aware that this is a terrible idea for everyone involved.
He lets himself be led, and whispers fiercely:]
And words?
So being in this liminal space, he's already terrified. He doesn't know how he willed himself to have a massive brimmed hat and dark glasses to try and cover himself (Trevor's magic, perhaps, sensing the vampire's absolute terror?) He doesn't know if Dracula is aware of this. (Probably not.) He can't guess the outcome either way.
All he knows is that the glasses let him appear to be looking one way while averting his gaze, and that the Belmonts (not just the one, and fuck him but Leon is there and that's going to make this situation about ten times worse) are well aware that this is a terrible idea for everyone involved.
He lets himself be led, and whispers fiercely:]
And words?
Let's see.
[Alucard sits down as well, turning to face Sypha. There's a moment of quiet contemplation before he leans in, planting an all too brief kiss to Sypha's lips.]
That is my opening offer.
[Alucard sits down as well, turning to face Sypha. There's a moment of quiet contemplation before he leans in, planting an all too brief kiss to Sypha's lips.]
That is my opening offer.
Do you? [He's far too calm and casual with that question.]
Name your terms then.
Name your terms then.
[Name them? Oh, Sypha could do just that, but where would the fun be in it? No, she would rather show her terms to him, as her lithe fingers sought purchase on his shirt, tugging downward even as she leaned forward to initiate a far deeper and longer kiss than he had offered.]
Something more like that.
Something more like that.
As few as you can manage.
[ Trevor glows softly in the everlasting twilight, the thick fur and eyed wings replaced with long, semi-transparent, luminescent ones with long, thin tails dragging across the ground behind him. Yes he's completely changed species for a party.
Above them both, Titania speaks. A songbird accompanies her voice, high and sweet. ]
My most honoured guest. You must be so dreadfully hungry. Please, take your fill.
[ The singing stops. There is a crunch. Something red dribbles down past Alucard. It's a trap. To take the blood is taking food from her. To fail to do so is insulting her. Trevor reaches out, catching the songbird blood in his hands to offer it to Alucard.
It's dangerous, to undermine the Queen like this, but it's not technically against any rules and it offers Alucard a third option, to take at least a drop of the blood and avoid the risk of insult but to do so without owing the Queen. ]
Offered freely.
[ Trevor glows softly in the everlasting twilight, the thick fur and eyed wings replaced with long, semi-transparent, luminescent ones with long, thin tails dragging across the ground behind him. Yes he's completely changed species for a party.
Above them both, Titania speaks. A songbird accompanies her voice, high and sweet. ]
My most honoured guest. You must be so dreadfully hungry. Please, take your fill.
[ The singing stops. There is a crunch. Something red dribbles down past Alucard. It's a trap. To take the blood is taking food from her. To fail to do so is insulting her. Trevor reaches out, catching the songbird blood in his hands to offer it to Alucard.
It's dangerous, to undermine the Queen like this, but it's not technically against any rules and it offers Alucard a third option, to take at least a drop of the blood and avoid the risk of insult but to do so without owing the Queen. ]
Offered freely.
[On one hand: this is all going according to plan and Alucard could not be happier about that. He's far too happy to be led, to have fingers tug on the fabric of his shirt, and to force an absolutely ridiculous call and response.
On the other: wait, he had a plan besides find an excuse to make out?]
Hm.
[There's a slow, thoughtful rumble as she breaks the kiss, and it's at that point one of Alucard's hands reaches up to rest gently on Sypha's cheek, the other finding a spot right above her hip bone. With that movement, there's no more distance between them either.]
So, more like this?
[There's a trick to kissing a dhampir, and that is once mouths open and tongues are permitted to explore, one needs to be very careful with fangs. Alucard does just that as he lingers against Sypha, the slow speed deliberate and so very, very purposeful - not just because of fangs, but because teasing is also the point.]
On the other: wait, he had a plan besides find an excuse to make out?]
Hm.
[There's a slow, thoughtful rumble as she breaks the kiss, and it's at that point one of Alucard's hands reaches up to rest gently on Sypha's cheek, the other finding a spot right above her hip bone. With that movement, there's no more distance between them either.]
So, more like this?
[There's a trick to kissing a dhampir, and that is once mouths open and tongues are permitted to explore, one needs to be very careful with fangs. Alucard does just that as he lingers against Sypha, the slow speed deliberate and so very, very purposeful - not just because of fangs, but because teasing is also the point.]
[Alucard's face is pointed directly at Her Majestic Pain In His Side and for all the world, it seems as if he's having no problem holding eye contact. But behind the dark glasses it's clear he is looking down, his focus on the steps leading up to the Queen's perch. He can't look anywhere else. Not at Trevor (although he catches some of the fae's glow), not at the crowd around them, not at anyone.
Then there is blood in the air, and Alucard puts every effort into not swearing outright. It's a trap, an obvious trap, and she must know that it'll be sidestepped.
No blood. No food. No water. Alucard knows the rules, just as he knows he won't be let outside the castle for yet another year because of this. And maybe that last part is for the better.]
Refused freely. I do not require blood at this time.
[Require is the key word.]
Then there is blood in the air, and Alucard puts every effort into not swearing outright. It's a trap, an obvious trap, and she must know that it'll be sidestepped.
No blood. No food. No water. Alucard knows the rules, just as he knows he won't be let outside the castle for yet another year because of this. And maybe that last part is for the better.]
Refused freely. I do not require blood at this time.
[Require is the key word.]
Edited 2019-06-02 18:48 (UTC)
[ Fuck.
He'd counted on Alucard trusting him, on being willing to take at least a little of the blood from him. he would ask nothing in return, and the queen would have no cause to take insult. Something impossibly bright falls onto Trevor's wrist, followed by a hiss and the smell of burning flesh. The blood bubbles and boils until he's forced to spill it to the ground. ]
Did you not hear the dear prince, child? He does not require blood at this time. Put aside that dreadful swill.
[ Her voice is still sweet as anything, but she burns brighter. ]
Very well, my most honoured guest. You will join us in our celebration until dawn, and we will offer no more. Harm none of my people, and I will return you to your bed at first light.
He'd counted on Alucard trusting him, on being willing to take at least a little of the blood from him. he would ask nothing in return, and the queen would have no cause to take insult. Something impossibly bright falls onto Trevor's wrist, followed by a hiss and the smell of burning flesh. The blood bubbles and boils until he's forced to spill it to the ground. ]
Did you not hear the dear prince, child? He does not require blood at this time. Put aside that dreadful swill.
[ Her voice is still sweet as anything, but she burns brighter. ]
Very well, my most honoured guest. You will join us in our celebration until dawn, and we will offer no more. Harm none of my people, and I will return you to your bed at first light.
[Her plan is not only better, but it is nicer, is it not?
Those hooded blue eyes regard him as he makes that noise, not releasing her grip, even if she knows that he could outmatch her strength wise. Sometimes it's not about that though, as physical is not the only strength that can be had. Still, it is a pleasant noise, she thinks, one that vibrates in his chest as he makes it, felt on her own skin in turn.
And yes, most certainly more like that...
Her grip tightens, and she has no doubt that he is provoking her with the choice of speed. She is of two minds in that regard, as she can either press her own advantage, or linger for a moment in his. She chooses the latter for the time being, simply savouring the feeling of his mouth over hers, the press of his fingers on her hip, and the almost delicate way he cups her cheek.
Yet she is the conquering force, is she not? Her free hand moves to slip over his shoulders, fingers splaying in to his hair, as she pushes herself up and against him. He may have her at a disadvantage standing, but here she can rise to her knees, until she is the one towering, to give a small flick of her tongue against a fang.]
Those hooded blue eyes regard him as he makes that noise, not releasing her grip, even if she knows that he could outmatch her strength wise. Sometimes it's not about that though, as physical is not the only strength that can be had. Still, it is a pleasant noise, she thinks, one that vibrates in his chest as he makes it, felt on her own skin in turn.
And yes, most certainly more like that...
Her grip tightens, and she has no doubt that he is provoking her with the choice of speed. She is of two minds in that regard, as she can either press her own advantage, or linger for a moment in his. She chooses the latter for the time being, simply savouring the feeling of his mouth over hers, the press of his fingers on her hip, and the almost delicate way he cups her cheek.
Yet she is the conquering force, is she not? Her free hand moves to slip over his shoulders, fingers splaying in to his hair, as she pushes herself up and against him. He may have her at a disadvantage standing, but here she can rise to her knees, until she is the one towering, to give a small flick of her tongue against a fang.]
[Alucard doesn't say a damn word. He's screwed up, he can guess that much by the hiss, by the smell of burning flesh. He knows it, and he wants to scream already.
This is bad on every single level. This is so, so bad, and he cannot move because he isn't sure that he's been permitted to back away just yet. His entire posture stiffens, because until dawn means his father cannot intrude here.
Dracula is going to be beyond fury.
He mutters something. Maybe it's a thank you. Maybe it's just of course. Either way, he has to be led away, and the only place Alucard wants to be is as far away from the center of this as he can.
His eyes to to Trevor. Alucard doesn't know how to quietly indicate get me out of here. So he squeezes Trevor's hand and hopes.]
This is bad on every single level. This is so, so bad, and he cannot move because he isn't sure that he's been permitted to back away just yet. His entire posture stiffens, because until dawn means his father cannot intrude here.
Dracula is going to be beyond fury.
He mutters something. Maybe it's a thank you. Maybe it's just of course. Either way, he has to be led away, and the only place Alucard wants to be is as far away from the center of this as he can.
His eyes to to Trevor. Alucard doesn't know how to quietly indicate get me out of here. So he squeezes Trevor's hand and hopes.]
[Alucard had considered that Sypha might try to speed things along. He planned for that, although he failed to account for how wonderful it is to have fingers in his hair, to have her right up against him like this.
The hand at her hip has one job and one job only, and that is to herd Sypha into his lap entirely. Oh, sure, she can keep her knees balanced on either side, but eventually there will be exhaustion and she will be settled right where he wants her to be.
There's a stillness as tongue brushes against fang, but that's to ensure that no blood is drawn. Once the moment has passed, there's a new and sudden aggression in his affections, the hand on her cheek moving, holding onto her other side much more firmly now.]
The hand at her hip has one job and one job only, and that is to herd Sypha into his lap entirely. Oh, sure, she can keep her knees balanced on either side, but eventually there will be exhaustion and she will be settled right where he wants her to be.
There's a stillness as tongue brushes against fang, but that's to ensure that no blood is drawn. Once the moment has passed, there's a new and sudden aggression in his affections, the hand on her cheek moving, holding onto her other side much more firmly now.]
-he will put me upon a stick. You know very well that he will put me upon a stick.
[ The rabbit is complaining when they near the rest of the Belmonts. Trevor squeezes back, the skin of his hand loose with blisters from the boiling blood. It's as light a punishment as the queen could possibly offer. Juliet - the rabbit girl - continues her complaining. Dracula won't hear any message from her, and he won't tolerate her coming near his wife with word either. To get a message to him successfully would take the entire night in the mortal world - weeks, perhaps, in time here. Also, she doesn't want to be murdered by Dracula! Also, she doesn't want to miss the party. Leon cannot take any message by night. The eldest, Leontine, doesn't see what they owe Dracula and his house anyway. Enid, the middle child, doesn't care tremendously either way. ]
How long? [ Trevor asks cautiously, and all eyes fall upon Alucard. ] How long can you go without food or blood?
[ The rabbit is complaining when they near the rest of the Belmonts. Trevor squeezes back, the skin of his hand loose with blisters from the boiling blood. It's as light a punishment as the queen could possibly offer. Juliet - the rabbit girl - continues her complaining. Dracula won't hear any message from her, and he won't tolerate her coming near his wife with word either. To get a message to him successfully would take the entire night in the mortal world - weeks, perhaps, in time here. Also, she doesn't want to be murdered by Dracula! Also, she doesn't want to miss the party. Leon cannot take any message by night. The eldest, Leontine, doesn't see what they owe Dracula and his house anyway. Enid, the middle child, doesn't care tremendously either way. ]
How long? [ Trevor asks cautiously, and all eyes fall upon Alucard. ] How long can you go without food or blood?
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