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Mn.
[ He tries to sit up, groaning. He knows he wasn't sedated in any way, but it's still a massive effort. Like jumping between the past and present knocked all the energy out of his muscles. ]
Going to go to my rug.
[ And he doesn't say that he'll need help, but the effort involved in just sitting up and the amount of trepidation it seems to be taking just to push himself down from the table? Yeah, he probably needs help. ]
[ He tries to sit up, groaning. He knows he wasn't sedated in any way, but it's still a massive effort. Like jumping between the past and present knocked all the energy out of his muscles. ]
Going to go to my rug.
[ And he doesn't say that he'll need help, but the effort involved in just sitting up and the amount of trepidation it seems to be taking just to push himself down from the table? Yeah, he probably needs help. ]
Careful, careful.
[For all Alucard resents being called willowy or being compared to a mosquito, the way he flits abou to just shove Trevor off the table? That's a lot.
...Shit.
About that rug.
Never mind, Trevor will see it when he sees it.]
[ He takes a few unsteady steps once he's been 'helped' down from the table. He doesn't tend to get drunk enough for it to affect his coordination. It'd be expensive to, at his size. But this is probably a good approximation of how it would look. ]
Shit, maybe not the rug. Maybe the floor.
[ The rug seems so, so distant right now.But no. Alucard gets all upset about him lying down on florr, even though it's perfectly good and mostly clean, despite what the smell would suggest. ]
-'s see if I can make it.
Shit, maybe not the rug. Maybe the floor.
[ The rug seems so, so distant right now.But no. Alucard gets all upset about him lying down on florr, even though it's perfectly good and mostly clean, despite what the smell would suggest. ]
-'s see if I can make it.
What do you need from me?
[Alucard doesn't know how much he can do to help, but he'll do his best.]
[Alucard doesn't know how much he can do to help, but he'll do his best.]
Just- not good at straight right now.
[ Walking straight is hard. He's exhausted. Dizzy. ]
Need to lie down. Close to the ground.
[ Walking straight is hard. He's exhausted. Dizzy. ]
Need to lie down. Close to the ground.
Were you ever?
[Sorry, Trevor.
Alucard sighs, and here he floats up a little, and offers his two small hands to Trevor.]
Grab onto one. I'll pull you along.
[Sorry, Trevor.
Alucard sighs, and here he floats up a little, and offers his two small hands to Trevor.]
Grab onto one. I'll pull you along.
[ He takes Alucard’s hands, letting himself be led. He’s more steady like this, at least, and his steps become more certain. ]
I’m glad about this. Really, I am. [ He doesn’t want to be ungrateful. He knows how hard and probably costly it is to come by a healer with this sort of expertise. He knows what a massive thing it is that Alucard’s done for him. He wants to be visibly happy about it, to perform the reaction that Alucard must have been hoping for. He just can’t. ] It’s just a lot.
I’m glad about this. Really, I am. [ He doesn’t want to be ungrateful. He knows how hard and probably costly it is to come by a healer with this sort of expertise. He knows what a massive thing it is that Alucard’s done for him. He wants to be visibly happy about it, to perform the reaction that Alucard must have been hoping for. He just can’t. ] It’s just a lot.
You don't need to apologize for having feelings, Trevor.
[It's a little bit of effort to tug a goliath along. Alucard does so happily, all the way to the room that is theirs. The one with the biggest fireplace, that they still light sometimes just for the flicker of the embers.
The one whose rug now has a large mattress parked beside it, not yet moved over top.]
...the timing of this is accidental. I...wouldn't overwhelm you on purpose, not today.
[It's a little bit of effort to tug a goliath along. Alucard does so happily, all the way to the room that is theirs. The one with the biggest fireplace, that they still light sometimes just for the flicker of the embers.
The one whose rug now has a large mattress parked beside it, not yet moved over top.]
...the timing of this is accidental. I...wouldn't overwhelm you on purpose, not today.
Oh. I- oh.
[ He sees the mattress. He understands that it must be for him, both because it’s massive and because otherwise its presence means that one of them doesn’t want to sleep on top of him anymore. But he doesn’t react. Just stumbles over to his safe, familiar rug. ]
I’ll- I’ll think about that later. I’m sure it’s- got good bed qualities.
[ Local giant does not know what qualities would be positive or negative in a mattress because he’s never used one. ]
[ He sees the mattress. He understands that it must be for him, both because it’s massive and because otherwise its presence means that one of them doesn’t want to sleep on top of him anymore. But he doesn’t react. Just stumbles over to his safe, familiar rug. ]
I’ll- I’ll think about that later. I’m sure it’s- got good bed qualities.
[ Local giant does not know what qualities would be positive or negative in a mattress because he’s never used one. ]
....It can be a pillow for now. You should probably not be putting your entire head on the floor.
[Alucard follows though, the mattress left to the side. Waits for Trevor to settle on down.]
[Alucard follows though, the mattress left to the side. Waits for Trevor to settle on down.]
It’s fine. It’s what I’m used to.
[ He likes what he’s used to. Even outside of being spooked by memories, the slow drum of boring consistently suits him just fine.
...speaking of.
He raises one arm, inviting Alucard to settle with him. Same as always. Normal. Comfortable. ]
[ He likes what he’s used to. Even outside of being spooked by memories, the slow drum of boring consistently suits him just fine.
...speaking of.
He raises one arm, inviting Alucard to settle with him. Same as always. Normal. Comfortable. ]
[You deserve better.
That's been all Alucard's tried to demonstrate since they got back here, isn't it? That Trevor shouldn't just be some branded traitor. That he's worthwhile. Worth hanging onto. Theirs.
He moves as invited though. Settles in his spot against Trevor, small and cool and so content.]
May I kiss you?
That's been all Alucard's tried to demonstrate since they got back here, isn't it? That Trevor shouldn't just be some branded traitor. That he's worthwhile. Worth hanging onto. Theirs.
He moves as invited though. Settles in his spot against Trevor, small and cool and so content.]
May I kiss you?
[ This is normal again. This is good. Missing a pair of horns digging into one shoulder, but good. He'll try out the mattress, if only because he knows it means a lot to Alucard. But later. He's had enough new and exciting things for one day.
It takes him a while to answer. By the time he does, his heartbeat has slowed to something only a little faster than usual. ]
Yeah. [ A pause. ] Same rules as always.
[ Not at the eye, he means. Not yet. The healing hasn't changed that. ]
It takes him a while to answer. By the time he does, his heartbeat has slowed to something only a little faster than usual. ]
Yeah. [ A pause. ] Same rules as always.
[ Not at the eye, he means. Not yet. The healing hasn't changed that. ]
[In the long silence, all Alucard does is run fingers through Trevor's hair. It's a lot like a comb to Treovr, he imagines, since Alucard's fingers are so damn slender and Trevor is simply so large. But it's a comforting motion, even if it sometimes feels more like petting him than something more tender.
All the same, Alucard does it. Says nothing more, insisting Trevor take all the control.]
Of course.
[They're easy rules to abide by. Neither of them touch the eye unless they have to for an emergency. That's always been the rule.
But kissing other things are just fine, and so Alucard does just that. Moves one hand to settle against Trevor's cheek (below his good eye) and then puts his lips against the Belmont's.
Scale makes even this hard. But there's no mistaking the undercurrent of adoration in gesture, soft and loving, but still wanting to offer space if it is needed.]
All the same, Alucard does it. Says nothing more, insisting Trevor take all the control.]
Of course.
[They're easy rules to abide by. Neither of them touch the eye unless they have to for an emergency. That's always been the rule.
But kissing other things are just fine, and so Alucard does just that. Moves one hand to settle against Trevor's cheek (below his good eye) and then puts his lips against the Belmont's.
Scale makes even this hard. But there's no mistaking the undercurrent of adoration in gesture, soft and loving, but still wanting to offer space if it is needed.]
[ This is good. Right. A new normal, yes, but still a normal. He doesn’t return the kiss, but sighs warmly into it and lets a hand settle on Alucard’s back. The stone floor beneath the rug is solid against his shoulders, a constant and immovable certainty. Above him, Alucard is almost as constant and about as likely to go anywhere as the floor is, so long as Trevor asks him not to.
He’s safe. ]
Think- think I’m going to take it easy for the rest of the day.
[ Now there’s a phrase you don’t hear from Trevor often. He says it againt Alucard’s lips, and so the words turn into a lot of tiny kisses. ]
Stay with me?
He’s safe. ]
Think- think I’m going to take it easy for the rest of the day.
[ Now there’s a phrase you don’t hear from Trevor often. He says it againt Alucard’s lips, and so the words turn into a lot of tiny kisses. ]
Stay with me?
Where else would I go?
[Maybe that's a touch too sentimental. But it's a true statement, one Alucard has no regret in expressing. There's another kiss, just as gentle as the ones before.]
[Maybe that's a touch too sentimental. But it's a true statement, one Alucard has no regret in expressing. There's another kiss, just as gentle as the ones before.]
Dunno. You might run off to try to do another good deed.
[ He chuckles, opening his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. He likes this patch of ceiling, the one he stares up at on sleepless nights. He's memorised the whole damn thing. All the little cracks, the tiny discolourations from when smoke has escaped the fireplace. The slow, constant process of spiders weaving before one of them clears the webs away. Likes the temperature when he's this exact distance from a fire burning so low that it might die at any moment were it not for Sypha's presence in the castle. ]
I'm grateful. I really am. It'll be- useful, being able to go around without worrying about getting dragged to the gallows. [ A pause, and he looks from the ceiling back to Alucard. ]
But this is all I've ever wanted. More than I could have imagined I'd ever dare to want. All you ever have to do for me is be here.
[ He chuckles, opening his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. He likes this patch of ceiling, the one he stares up at on sleepless nights. He's memorised the whole damn thing. All the little cracks, the tiny discolourations from when smoke has escaped the fireplace. The slow, constant process of spiders weaving before one of them clears the webs away. Likes the temperature when he's this exact distance from a fire burning so low that it might die at any moment were it not for Sypha's presence in the castle. ]
I'm grateful. I really am. It'll be- useful, being able to go around without worrying about getting dragged to the gallows. [ A pause, and he looks from the ceiling back to Alucard. ]
But this is all I've ever wanted. More than I could have imagined I'd ever dare to want. All you ever have to do for me is be here.
[ Silver dust in the blood supply.
They caught it before it became an issue, thankfully, the castle alert enough this time to know that its stores had been tampered with. It's still an issue. The stores have to be discarded in their entirety, the equipment all cleaned thoroughly. It's a process of days, not of hours. More than that, though, it means that they can't trust stored blood anymore.
It's been a while since Alucard has fed from him. Not since long before he took the crown. ]
You're sure about this? I can go bleed into a bottle if that's better.
[ He's almost sheepish standing here in front of Alucard, shirt removed to keep it from being soiled by blood. But in truth, he's not sure he would trust bottled blood right now. Not even if they sterilised the bottle themselves and never took their eyes off it in the time it took to pass it between them. It wouldn't be poisoned, there would be no possibility, but it would still feel like the chance was there. ]
Ready if you are.
They caught it before it became an issue, thankfully, the castle alert enough this time to know that its stores had been tampered with. It's still an issue. The stores have to be discarded in their entirety, the equipment all cleaned thoroughly. It's a process of days, not of hours. More than that, though, it means that they can't trust stored blood anymore.
It's been a while since Alucard has fed from him. Not since long before he took the crown. ]
You're sure about this? I can go bleed into a bottle if that's better.
[ He's almost sheepish standing here in front of Alucard, shirt removed to keep it from being soiled by blood. But in truth, he's not sure he would trust bottled blood right now. Not even if they sterilised the bottle themselves and never took their eyes off it in the time it took to pass it between them. It wouldn't be poisoned, there would be no possibility, but it would still feel like the chance was there. ]
Ready if you are.
[Investigation of the matter is something Alucard might do if this happened while his father was home. He was well equipped for it, capable of conducting daylight work. But this position made it impossible, and so he had assigned investigators as appropriate. One vampire, one human, and all evidence was to be presented to both himself and Trevor as a part of daily briefings until the culprit was caught.
How to get the supply back on track was Alucard's primary focus, and he had just submitted the plans to all human representatives within each region who oversaw such things. Awaiting a response is tedious, and of course this had happened when Alucard himself needed a proper drink. After this he would fast, aware that he was in a better position than most to survive without the stuff.
Alucard's quiet as he looks at Trevor. Focusing on his face rather than the rest of him, lest it cause problems. Alucard knows, understands Trevor's problems now. He won't make them worse with a lingering gaze.]
We're both too paranoid for that right now.
[They're using a side room attached to Alucard's quarters. One that's private, one they've checked several times over, one they're confident using. Alucard is seated on the edge of the sofa, crown no longer on his head. In the most casual clothes he can wear now, because after this, he intends to sleep. He can't do much more for the evening.]
Right.
[Alucard rises to his feet, and he's made the choice to take from the neck rather than wrist. It's a little bit of grandstanding, if only to put other vampires at ease. While Dracula may have appointed Trevor to his current position, there have been questions about the decision and it's wisdom.
One hand rests on the back of Trevor's head, long, curled fingers meshing into his hair. Tugging his head aside. The other rests on his waist, holding him perfectly still.
It's a bite that's careful not to take from a vein. Instead he takes from where neck and shoulder meet, sharp fangs puncturing and then lingering to make sure that there will be a sufficient blood flow.
There's a moment's spurt when the fangs withdraw. Alucard catches it (with a moment's splatter on his face), then presses his mouth to the wound.
Shit.
It feels good to be taking it so fresh.]
How to get the supply back on track was Alucard's primary focus, and he had just submitted the plans to all human representatives within each region who oversaw such things. Awaiting a response is tedious, and of course this had happened when Alucard himself needed a proper drink. After this he would fast, aware that he was in a better position than most to survive without the stuff.
Alucard's quiet as he looks at Trevor. Focusing on his face rather than the rest of him, lest it cause problems. Alucard knows, understands Trevor's problems now. He won't make them worse with a lingering gaze.]
We're both too paranoid for that right now.
[They're using a side room attached to Alucard's quarters. One that's private, one they've checked several times over, one they're confident using. Alucard is seated on the edge of the sofa, crown no longer on his head. In the most casual clothes he can wear now, because after this, he intends to sleep. He can't do much more for the evening.]
Right.
[Alucard rises to his feet, and he's made the choice to take from the neck rather than wrist. It's a little bit of grandstanding, if only to put other vampires at ease. While Dracula may have appointed Trevor to his current position, there have been questions about the decision and it's wisdom.
One hand rests on the back of Trevor's head, long, curled fingers meshing into his hair. Tugging his head aside. The other rests on his waist, holding him perfectly still.
It's a bite that's careful not to take from a vein. Instead he takes from where neck and shoulder meet, sharp fangs puncturing and then lingering to make sure that there will be a sufficient blood flow.
There's a moment's spurt when the fangs withdraw. Alucard catches it (with a moment's splatter on his face), then presses his mouth to the wound.
Shit.
It feels good to be taking it so fresh.]
[ He tries not to look at Alucard, forcing his breath to remain steady. This is- this is fine. He can do this. He can do this without- weird reactions.
He knows he's wrong the second that he feels Alucard's hand in his hair. He isn't used to touching him anymore, not in this form, and his body fucking sings for it. Begs for it like he's the one who's starving for this. Then there's the hand on his waist and- he's lost. He knows that he's lost this long before there are lips against him and all he can do is let his head be tugged to one side.
And he wants this to continue. He wants Alucard's mouth against him. He wants Alucard's- he wants so, so much more than he ought to want.
There's the quick pinch of pain, and that's merciful, bringing him back into himself for a moment. Maybe, just maybe, if he focuses on that. Pretends that all he feels is pain-
-no. That plan goat out of the window the second Alucard's fangs leave. There's pain still, a dull undercurrent of it, but then there are lips against his neck. This was never a problem before, but then before he had never been starving himself of contact.
He's done this to himself. Fuck.
He brings a hand up to Alucard's side, holding on to him to keep himself steady. And he lets out a breath that comes out as a long, needy sigh. It's pathetic, it really is. He'll excuse himself the second Alucard is done. ]
He knows he's wrong the second that he feels Alucard's hand in his hair. He isn't used to touching him anymore, not in this form, and his body fucking sings for it. Begs for it like he's the one who's starving for this. Then there's the hand on his waist and- he's lost. He knows that he's lost this long before there are lips against him and all he can do is let his head be tugged to one side.
And he wants this to continue. He wants Alucard's mouth against him. He wants Alucard's- he wants so, so much more than he ought to want.
There's the quick pinch of pain, and that's merciful, bringing him back into himself for a moment. Maybe, just maybe, if he focuses on that. Pretends that all he feels is pain-
-no. That plan goat out of the window the second Alucard's fangs leave. There's pain still, a dull undercurrent of it, but then there are lips against his neck. This was never a problem before, but then before he had never been starving himself of contact.
He's done this to himself. Fuck.
He brings a hand up to Alucard's side, holding on to him to keep himself steady. And he lets out a breath that comes out as a long, needy sigh. It's pathetic, it really is. He'll excuse himself the second Alucard is done. ]
[Alucard's taken great pains since finding out Trevor's problem (and it's really just attraction in the end, a natural thing, something they can work on addressing) to minimize contact. He may grab for a hand in a moment of real unsteadiness (he only does it when no one is around), but that? That's truly been it. He's hated it, because of course he has, but he's respected it.
And it's hard to not take advantage of this moment. To not press against Trevor any more than he has to, to not grab and tug at hair so he can redirect Trevor to hug him properly or kiss him. He has to be statue still safe for his mouth, as professional as impersonal as possible and...
...he keeps wanting to cross the line. The sigh is a challenge. An attempt to crack the wall he's built, a wall that's still so fragile. Fuck. Fuck.
Alucard redirects his attention to blood flow. Keeps his tongue over the spot until enough blood gathers, then takes it in. Repeat until the pressure stops it, and there. It'll sustain him for a week. 11 days at most, and that should be enough time for the supply to be en route to recovery.
But he doesn't pick his head up yet. He keeps his mouth there for just a moment more. Lingering. Pleading for the moment to stay, until it's too awkward to keep things there any longer.
Alucard picks his head up, but doesn't release Trevor.]
I'm going to let go and get supplies to dress the wound.
And it's hard to not take advantage of this moment. To not press against Trevor any more than he has to, to not grab and tug at hair so he can redirect Trevor to hug him properly or kiss him. He has to be statue still safe for his mouth, as professional as impersonal as possible and...
...he keeps wanting to cross the line. The sigh is a challenge. An attempt to crack the wall he's built, a wall that's still so fragile. Fuck. Fuck.
Alucard redirects his attention to blood flow. Keeps his tongue over the spot until enough blood gathers, then takes it in. Repeat until the pressure stops it, and there. It'll sustain him for a week. 11 days at most, and that should be enough time for the supply to be en route to recovery.
But he doesn't pick his head up yet. He keeps his mouth there for just a moment more. Lingering. Pleading for the moment to stay, until it's too awkward to keep things there any longer.
Alucard picks his head up, but doesn't release Trevor.]
I'm going to let go and get supplies to dress the wound.
[ He shakes his head, but he doesn't pull away. He can't. Everything in him except for the part of his brain that's screaming how disgusting he is- all of it wants this. Wants this contact. Wants to just be touching Alucard forever. ]
I can- I can take care of it. I should- be somewhere else for a while.
[ Somewhere very private. ]
I'm sorry.
I can- I can take care of it. I should- be somewhere else for a while.
[ Somewhere very private. ]
I'm sorry.
[Alucard shakes his head no.]
I am not permitting you to walk anywhere in this castle with an open wound. End of story.
[It's a soft but firm tone. Alucard can let Trevor be weird about this, but only after particulars are taken care of.
He uses his purchase on Trevor's hip to guide him into the armchair Alucard occupied previously. With luck, blood loss will make him just dizzy enough so that Alucard can get the bite kit. It's only on the coffee table, and--
--there. He has it.]
I am not permitting you to walk anywhere in this castle with an open wound. End of story.
[It's a soft but firm tone. Alucard can let Trevor be weird about this, but only after particulars are taken care of.
He uses his purchase on Trevor's hip to guide him into the armchair Alucard occupied previously. With luck, blood loss will make him just dizzy enough so that Alucard can get the bite kit. It's only on the coffee table, and--
--there. He has it.]
[ He wishes he could stop his breath from catching and coming out as an almost inaudible whine when Alucard lets go, because he knows full well hat 'almost inaudible' is clear as day to his ears. Just like he knows that his heart drumming in his chest is perfectly clear. Fuck, he can probably hear the bloon moving in his veins, tell where it's running to-
There's a thump, when Alucard turns around. Boots hitting the floor as he kicks them off, so that he doesn't have his feet on the armchair when he curls up. Which he does, drawing his knees up to his chest. When Alucard returns, he brings his head down to rest against his knees. ]
Disgusting.
[ It would be too quiet to hear, if Alucard were human. He's not. ]
There's a thump, when Alucard turns around. Boots hitting the floor as he kicks them off, so that he doesn't have his feet on the armchair when he curls up. Which he does, drawing his knees up to his chest. When Alucard returns, he brings his head down to rest against his knees. ]
Disgusting.
[ It would be too quiet to hear, if Alucard were human. He's not. ]
[Alucard removes a piece of gauze from the kit, his nimble fingers applying it with just enough pressure. His free hand is the one that reaches back to grab a bit of medical adhesive (it is an irony that Wallachia, dark and awful as it is, has some of the most advanced medical science in the world) so that the stuff will stay in place.
There's a weary noise as Alucard registers what's being said.]
It isn't. You aren't.
There's a weary noise as Alucard registers what's being said.]
It isn't. You aren't.
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