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[Which is, in fact, what is happening now in the outside world. Word has been passed along down the line, and deep in his crypt (Dracula stays there during the longest day of the year as a matter of course, as much as he loathes to be out of his bed), there is a rage that even gives Lisa pause.

The rabbit wouldn't have even made it to a stick.

At Trevor's analysis, Alucard sighs, but he does not let his guard down. The most he does is take a seat to the left side of the tent, ramrod straight and eyes lingering towards the door.]

If you exit, are we returned to the same place we were moments ago?

...that seems like testing it would be an easy way to separate us.

[ But he can spare a finger's worth of moths, at least. He sends them out of the doors of the spidersilk structure. Sure enough, they can't return. Not immediately. Maybe they'll be back once they find where the structure's left them and moved to. ]

It'll move us somewhere else, if we leave. To- [ He freezes as he tries to look through the eyes of his missing moths. ] -to her side. Of course.

I see.

[That's the other shoe dropped then, if Alucard had to hazard a guess. He's wrong, but he doesn't know that yet.]

Then we're trapped here until circumstances change.

[There's a curious lack of any emotion in the vampire's voice, whereas not moments ago he had been all fear and raw vulnerability. Golden eyes blink, and Alucard then carefully removes the sun glasses and wide brimmed hat he had been using as armor earlier. They don't have a place with channeling his father.]

I think that if that is the case, I'd feel safer with you next to me.

[That soft but pleased chuckle slips past her lips. He might play slow and cold, and play it very well, but his body tells a completely different story. Then again, she also knows that if he so desired, he would give in to those urges. No, they are each playing their own hand in this.

A catch in her breath before she swallows gingerly though, surprised as his hand finds her breath, and yes, that is quite lovely. Her lips part, tongue caught between her teeth and oh! Her eyes narrow, not failing to note that smirk. That small huff as she wiggles, purposefully pressing down with her thigh to create friction. There's nothing accidental about that, nor about her leaning forward, pressing her breath harder in to his grasp.]

Fair? I seem to recall that you were taken, surrounded, caught unawares!

Ah, and here you betray that you don't understand diplomacy. Giving little things early on mean that you can well and truly rule when the major matters are brought up and must be decided.

[There's a laugh in Alucard's voice as he says it, aware that this entire exchange is both downright ridiculous and far too arousing, which it has no right to be in the first place. He's much too content with the flow of events, the ebb and tide of exchange, how the pretense of negotiations egg them both on.

His fingers react automatically as Sypha presses against Alucard's hand. Through the fabric, they grasp on harder, then move so that the pads of them drag fabric over Sypha's breast for a new form of friction. One passes oh too lightly over her nipple as a happy accident, but when his hand moves the opposite direction, that pass over is so very deliberate.

Pressing down against his thigh though? That's playing dirty, and Alucard makes a deliberate attempt to not respond to it, even as his hips try to rebel against that control. His own face has whisps of color in the cheeks, but the smirk? That's still there.]

[ It's something he already knows is true - this is a dangerous place and he and his family have proven themselves allies of sorts to Alucard. It doesn't mean anything special, that Alucard feels safer with him than without. His heart still swells to hear it. He smiles despite everything, sitting one seat away from Alucard. Not directly next to him, but close enough to reach over the empty space between them to touch if he needs.

It's fond, the way he looks at Alucard in the absence of immediate danger. Even now. The same impossibly fond way he looks at Sypha, as if whatever part of him is moths is transfixed by light. He's precious, even if he's too precious for Trevor to have. ]

You'll return home whole at the end of this. I swear it.

I know.

[Alucard understands that oaths with fae carry weight. He imagines in spaces such as the one they are in now, those oaths must be even more weighted. There's a moment when he closes his eyes, centering all of himself for whatever is bound to come through that door. This seems more about humiliation than anything else, and that means treating it as an endurance run.

When his eyes flick open again, he catches Trevor's expression out of the corner of his eye. In any other time or place, he'd be deeply concerned about it, that Trevor might try something again.

Now though, it just feels like extra insurance.]

This still doesn't feel like the whole of what this place is meant to do to me.

Probably not.

[ It's grim, but he can't keep the contentment out of his voice. Alucard feels safer with him here. Alucard wants him here, even if just for now. People don't usually want him around. It's nice, if he can put out of his mind the danger and the knowledge that it's only because the alternative is worse.

Even if it won't last, and even if it's all it'll ever be, he's wanted, and that's more than he could ever ask for. Guilt twists into the back of this throat like a corkscrew - this is the worst thing Alucard could experience, and he's glad for it - but even that can't keep him from the warm feeling. ]

I can't tell you more. I'm sorry.

Nor would I expect you to. This matter is complicated on your end, I'm sure.

[Because how many complications already exist between the two of them thanks to Trevor's old impulses? Dracula's protective and possessive nature brought consequence into sharp relief, and now...

...well, now this. Trevor's loyalties have to be put between queen and keeping a more important peace, and that cannot be an easy thing.

There's quiet from Alucard after that statement, and then there is movement beyond the tent's door. The flap opens, and Alucard braces himself.

Softly, he looks to Trevor for a beat, then back to the tent.]

Belmont.

Mm. Or maybe I'm just a dictator, taking what I want...

[An emphasis is placed on the want, drawing that word out as she gives him that heated look, although the laughter in his tone has her huffing a little. It fades as quickly as it comes though, as of course he isn't just going to idly sit there and let her boss him around, at least not completely... She can feel the goosebumps start to rise over her skin, knowing that nothing he is doing is accidental.

It's heat that flushes to her core as his thumb teases, drawing her nipple to a perk, and yes, she would have to admit that it is completely lovely, but it could be better still.]

But perhaps you have persuaded me...

[That low purr to her voice and she makes no effort to remain still, hips continuing to slowly rock, liking the friction of their two bodies pressing together, of the surety of his grip, the controlled manner in which his hand moves. She slowly moves back, weight shifting to grind harder down, thighs tightening to keep herself steady as her hands leave him, to slowly tug her own shirt upwards. It is a quick of an eyebrow, arousal clear on her features as her eyes never leave his.]

[ His hand, minus a finger, moves to Alucard's to grasp it. ]

I claimed him. He will stay with me.

[ He can only say so much, because a lot of the things that those statements imply are untrue. He has to trust that the statements themselves will serve to drive off suitors or attackers alike.

Alucard receives guests. Some are genuine suitors, and Trevor waits for Alucard's permission to dismiss them. Others come to mock. One comes to offer to put a good word in with the queen in return for Alucard's hair. Most just come to gawk at the queen's newest interest, especially after one of them tears at the wall of the tent to allow sunlight to fall directly onto Alucard's face. Trevor holds Alucard's hand throughout, speaking only when prompted, trying to follow Alucard's lead and show no response. To be boring. Eventually - and it might have been whole days - they lose interest. The crowd thins to nothing, and they are left alone. ]

[They're true enough words, no lie. Trevor did do as he said, but the validity of the claim is where the debate lies. But for now, it's a comfort, and Alucard squeezes Trevor's hand once to show that he understands what those words mean in this context.

So the nonsense begins.

Time does not work properly, so Alucard does not attempt to track hours wasted on the parade that passes before him, each participant with their own intent. He sits tall and stately, always looming by power of how he carries himself and no other magic. Those with romantic intentions are stared down with no response - if Trevor has claimed him, then it is better Trevor replies. Those that mock are met with a quiet, judgemental stare of gold eyes that threaten to flick red, but no verbal response. He waits those out, letting words slide off of him like water from a duck's back. They grate, (tainted blood is used more than once, oh yes) but that is the only thing they're allowed to do.

The gawking is still met with the stately stare, but it transgresses into betraying how boring ths is, or occassionally, how weary the process has made Alucard. He catches it quickly each time, corrects it, and so they make it through.

(That one who tries to shower the vampire in sunlight only gets a And....? in response, dripping with complete dismissal. They move on.)

Then there are none. Alucard looks to the tent once, and certain that they're home free, sighs and rearranges himself on the sofa so that he is lying down.]

Is there any sign of another approaching?

I don't smell any. [ A long pause, and then he tilts his head, feeling at the air. ] Juliet returned not long ago, so Sypha must at least be on her way. And- they're paying attention to her, for some reason.

[ It's a story, they'll learn eventually. Sypha gave her a story, one of the few that the speakers had aimed to frustrate the fae by keeping secret. It's a heavy price to pay, but avoiding the sort of carnage that might follow this is worth it.

He slumps forward a little. ]

Safe for now.

Good. That's...Sypha'll have some clever plan that explains the attention.

[Because that's what Sypha is best for, isn't it? Being so, so, so clever. Alucard always smiled when it happened, a flash of absolute brilliance that he could only sit and admire because what else does one do around Sypha?

She's such a good match for Trevor. And he'll be there for her, because Alucard won't be.

Safe for now. Alucard closes his eyes.]

Are we still returned to the Queen's side if we leave this place?

[ A little more scouting with the moths, and- ]

No. It leads back into the woods. Her highness has something new to entertain her for now.

[ He watches as Alucard closes his eyes. He can't blame the man for being tired. It's been exhausting even from the side. But he's concerned, because exhaustion isn't the only problem. ]

How do you feel?

(He relaxes more visibly with those words. A fraction of tension leaves the vampire's body, and one arm extends to try and invite Trevor closer.)

Tired. Anything else is secondary.

(Tired means not hungry which is good.)

You can sit here, if you want. It might look better.

[ He moves closer, sitting by Alucard. Not hungry. Thank fuck. But he sighs anyway, tired and still adoring but now in a painful way. It’s a little sad, to talk so much of something that won’t ever be. ]

You’ll be leaving us after this, won’t you? She’ll- she’ll miss you. She always does. I’m sorry you had to leave us this way.

[ Easier to focus on Sypha than himself. Easier, a little, to think of how things might have been between the two of them without a Belmont ruining everything. ]

She wanted to be closer to you. But- I ruined that for her. I don’t blame you for being so distant from her, but- she isn’t like me. She wouldn’t have hurt you or scared you or anything. I’m sorry. For all of that.

Mm, I imagine that I won't be allowed out of the castle for a year, if not more than that. [That's a frank assessment, one that doesn't have any emotional weight to it. All Alucard is doing at the moment is stating the painfully obvious.] Although I don't think you're the threat in his eyes anymore. Not in any important way.

[Dracula will keep cursing the Belmont name, of course he will. But the Belmonts are not so bothersome as the Queen, and she has already tried to fight Dracula for power over one of the two things he values most in the world.

His hand takes Trevor's gently.]

She might have wanted that, but she has you. You're far better suited for each other than I could ever hope to strive to be. She brings out the best in you, and vice versa. You're already happy together.

[It's unclear who he's referring to there, Sypha or Trevor.

But then there's something internally that strikes within Alucard, and he breathes out a soft swear.]

...Tired has a companion. Of course it does.

[It isn't only hunger, but That Hunger.]

...why would that matter?

[ Alucard you’re the only one here in a position to see a monogamous relationship as the norm. Unfortunately, he can’t continue than line of thought. Shit. And here he thought they’d escaped that problem. ]

How long do you think you can manage?

...Because that's how it works in the human world?

[Duh????]

Without a solid sense of how time works here, I can't say.

Perhaps.

[The smart ass response of how is that different from normal? goes unsaid, and everyone is all the better for it. Alucard knows that it would ruin this absolutely lovely, wonderful perfect moment. Besides, he'd hate himself for destroying the chance to look at Sypha like this.

She's wonderful. Beautiful. As bright as the flames she summons forth, and oh isn't that the greatest irony of this situation? He and Trevor have been far too scarred by fire in their lives, and yet their greatest love is Sypha who burns all too brightly.

This time when Sypha's hips rock against him, Alucard does respond. The motion is smooth and controlled and drawn out, pressing up and against her with the sureity of a wave moving across the ocean. And that's all fine and good, until the grinding gets an honest to God moan out of him that is completely unfair.

He watches carefully as Sypha's hands withdraw. As they take off her shirt, and there's a flush of pink to his cheeks that on anyone else would be a bright and burning red. There's a sigh that leaves him, unsteady and hitched, but oh, they're even now and that gives him a new opening.

The shirt's gone, and that means Alucard can lean in and press his lips to the spaces where his hands were only moments before. Oh, it means no more eye contact, for his head is now bowed low as he presses kiss after kiss after kiss to her breast, never lingering in one place. It's a race to see how long it takes to cover every inch of skin in affection now, and there's such joy in the action that it's clear he has forgotten the nonsense set up of all of this.]

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[There's a blissfulness to his motion, breath catching in her throat at his moan hits her ears. It's her own turn to give a soft chuckle, knowing that the story they are weaving is starting to fray, but in the most pleasant of ways. It's been a playful dance, but the music is more intent now, more focused, like his gaze on her revealed flesh. There's something to be said about the colour on his cheeks, noting those little cues that the dhampir has.

And yet she doesn't quite expect him to move as quickly as he does.

Not that she is complaining in the least as her moan is louder as he peppers kisses across her skin. That needy noise as Sypha leans forward, hands threading in to his hair, kneading along his scalp. If he means to break her apart, he may well yet do so.]

Alucard...

[Her grip tightens as he explores her with a thoroughness she had promised, lighting her body up and sending fires burning all throughout. There's no measure to the way her body rides his, hips gyrating, drawing him out and along to meet her. There's nothing typical about them, about the relationship that they have all formed, but Sypha could say that nothing makes more sense than this.]

Is it how it works for you?

[ He asks it with a tilt of his head, but then drops the topic. This is more important. No matter how much he wants Sypha to be happy, this has to be more important. ]

We can't offer blood to you, and you can't harm us to take it. There has to be room for a technicality there. [ He bites down on this inside of his lip in thought, frowning. ] I could bring a human or animal here, they wouldn't be bound by the rules. But I would have to leave and I don't know how much time would pass here before I returned. It could be as much as she wanted.

[Alucard opens his mouth to respond to the first question, but Trevor has already moved on.

He considers the options as Trevor speaks of them, wholly aware that everything he says is correct. Their best bet is some kind of a loop hole, yes, but there's one thing Alucard needs to make clear.]

I would rather you don't leave.

[It seems like an invitation for time to move too slowly.]

Are you known to sometimes drop a knife and try to catch it as it falls, only to cut yourself by accident?

[At the sound of his name, Alucard looks up for only a moment. In the intensity of his gold eyes there is an absolute hunger for where this will end, but it is balanced with a genuine besotted adoration the likes that the vampire could only, only have for his Speaker or his Belmont. The sigh that follows is better for a swooning maiden, and he nuzzles upwards in the general direction of Sypha's neck without ever really trying to leave the space he's carved out for himself.

He's been using one hand to simply hold onto Sypha, and now the other one moves downward. There's no care to it, not like before, only a speed that is in line with the intensity that they've made for themselves. That hand grabs onto Sypha's thigh with no small amount of enthusiasm, then slides up with all too clear purpose.

Alucard's mouth hasn't returned to smothering Sypha's chest with kisses, but that's only because a practical matter has to be taken care of first.]

We should be rid of anything else.

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