[It's the best kiss.
It's not deep or overly involved. It just is, and for that it is wonderful. The only reason it ends is because air is important, maybe, and Alucard wants more immediately.]
No.
[They undercut themselves all the time. Why would this be different?]
I just want you.
It's not deep or overly involved. It just is, and for that it is wonderful. The only reason it ends is because air is important, maybe, and Alucard wants more immediately.]
No.
[They undercut themselves all the time. Why would this be different?]
I just want you.
"The world you inhabit!" Sypha sweeps inside - a Speaker thing, caravan members breezing in and out of wagons with little consideration, because they're all part of the same greater whole. "The beings within it! How it overlaps with my world. What all of this-" a sweeping gesture that nearly takes out the umbrella stand, meant to encompass the seething activity of humanity at large "-looks like to someone with the perspective of centuries!"
She whirls around, skirts flaring, to seize him by the lapels of his shirtfront. "There are so many questions I won't even know to ask, because I don't know what I don't know! But you do!"
Her eyes blaze with excitement. Within one blink and the next, they dim slightly, banking into thoughtful consideration. Sypha grins, quicksilver, and steps up on her toes to peck a chaste kiss to his mouth. "Everything."
She whirls around, skirts flaring, to seize him by the lapels of his shirtfront. "There are so many questions I won't even know to ask, because I don't know what I don't know! But you do!"
Her eyes blaze with excitement. Within one blink and the next, they dim slightly, banking into thoughtful consideration. Sypha grins, quicksilver, and steps up on her toes to peck a chaste kiss to his mouth. "Everything."
Oh but to start at the end. Never mind how Sypha grabs onto him and doesn't let go. It's the kiss that temporarily stuns Alucard into amazed and contented silence because of course Sypha would simply waltz in and ask to know the wisdom of ages. It's wonderful. It's mad. It's...it's just the person she is, and he is more than just a little in awe.
"Speakers often have magicians in their ranks," he begins, aware that Sypha still hasn't quite let go. What Sypha also hasn't clocked is that he is rather underdressed for the time of day, being in naught more but a shirt, waistcoat, and trousers. It'd be a scandal for just about anyone else.
"Or has that tradition become more of a guarded secret?"
"Speakers often have magicians in their ranks," he begins, aware that Sypha still hasn't quite let go. What Sypha also hasn't clocked is that he is rather underdressed for the time of day, being in naught more but a shirt, waistcoat, and trousers. It'd be a scandal for just about anyone else.
"Or has that tradition become more of a guarded secret?"
Believe it or not, I think that can be arranged.
[ The kiss that follows is quick, and when he pulls away it’s to leave the bed, settling back on the floor between Alucard’s legs again. The next kiss is to the inside of his thigh, and he presses his face there for a moment to feel his pulse before he sets to work on unlacing Alucard’s boots. ]
You’re so warm.
[ The kiss that follows is quick, and when he pulls away it’s to leave the bed, settling back on the floor between Alucard’s legs again. The next kiss is to the inside of his thigh, and he presses his face there for a moment to feel his pulse before he sets to work on unlacing Alucard’s boots. ]
You’re so warm.
[He knows why Trevor's withdrawn. But Alucard hates that he can't see the Belmont, so he sits up very slowly. The whole of him feels heavier now, drenched with affection and wanting and knowing that there's only one source to satisfied both needs.
It's a little shaky, doing that, but once Alucard is upright? Well he can at least watch.]
You're making me warmer.
It's a little shaky, doing that, but once Alucard is upright? Well he can at least watch.]
You're making me warmer.
He could say no. It's a ludicrous request, yet a balloon of inexplicable certainty fills Sypha's chest, buoys her up as she grins like a madwoman. His desire to say yes is as real as the attraction she feels for him, whatever that may mean.
But his first response throws her off a bit, an unexpected tangent and a deep dive through her own mental catalogue of Speaker knowledge. Sypha sinks back onto her heels, eyes flitting up and to the left as she flips through it.
"I've heard of them, but like so many other things the term 'magician' was thought to be a little metaphorical. Something the rooted folk made up for herbalists or wisewomen." Superstitious peasants mistaking an understanding of basic hygiene and astronomy for magic.
The implication does not take long to sink in. "Are you...are you suggesting they could wield real magic?" Her fingers tighten around his collar, accidentally exposing a generous slice of neck and chest. Her attention dips down for a moment, then fractures as she uncurls her grip and clears her throat.
But his first response throws her off a bit, an unexpected tangent and a deep dive through her own mental catalogue of Speaker knowledge. Sypha sinks back onto her heels, eyes flitting up and to the left as she flips through it.
"I've heard of them, but like so many other things the term 'magician' was thought to be a little metaphorical. Something the rooted folk made up for herbalists or wisewomen." Superstitious peasants mistaking an understanding of basic hygiene and astronomy for magic.
The implication does not take long to sink in. "Are you...are you suggesting they could wield real magic?" Her fingers tighten around his collar, accidentally exposing a generous slice of neck and chest. Her attention dips down for a moment, then fractures as she uncurls her grip and clears her throat.
"I'm suggesting nothing. I have witnessed it plenty of times."
Speakers used it to help people, when no one was around and looking. During the Ottoman takeover, it was incredibly useful for food and safe drinking water, but then? Then the west of Europe became terribly afraid of witches and magic, and they were lit on fire just as his mother had. Speakers used the talent less and less. Hid it away and---
--it isn't the first time Sypha's used the word metaphor to understand her people's knowledge. It's both interesting and alarming, that some stories are being understood that way. The alarm is enough to make Alucard gloss over how much of his skin she's exposed.
"How many other stories are understood to be metaphor? I think that's where we should begin."
Speakers used it to help people, when no one was around and looking. During the Ottoman takeover, it was incredibly useful for food and safe drinking water, but then? Then the west of Europe became terribly afraid of witches and magic, and they were lit on fire just as his mother had. Speakers used the talent less and less. Hid it away and---
--it isn't the first time Sypha's used the word metaphor to understand her people's knowledge. It's both interesting and alarming, that some stories are being understood that way. The alarm is enough to make Alucard gloss over how much of his skin she's exposed.
"How many other stories are understood to be metaphor? I think that's where we should begin."
[ If Alucard’s going to watch him? The least he can do is put on a performance. He twists a boot lace lazily around one finger, kissing again and staring up at him as he chuckles. ]
Probably the first time anyone’s ever accused something like me of that.
[ Another kiss, and he manages to be rid of those boots. Which means he can reach up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Alucard’s trousers again. ]
Afraid I’m not intending to stop it any time soon.
Probably the first time anyone’s ever accused something like me of that.
[ Another kiss, and he manages to be rid of those boots. Which means he can reach up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Alucard’s trousers again. ]
Afraid I’m not intending to stop it any time soon.
[Of course he is. Alucard's bad at laying back and letting things happen. He has to be alert and involved. It's why he took forever to let the other two put him in the middle of the bed, surrounding him on both sides.
But this alertness is lovely. Warm. He shudders just a little from the kiss, then laughs softly when Trevor's hand reaches his trousers.]
I don't want you to.
[He can't help but pet at the top of Trevor's hair.] Tell me how it'll be for the rest of the day.
But this alertness is lovely. Warm. He shudders just a little from the kiss, then laughs softly when Trevor's hand reaches his trousers.]
I don't want you to.
[He can't help but pet at the top of Trevor's hair.] Tell me how it'll be for the rest of the day.
Did I google when the term 'dinosaur' came into the lexicon for this? YEAH. FIGHT ME.
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Her grip tightens back up. She either tugs him down or surges back up on her toes again, she can't be sure with the way her heart's suddenly pounding in her ears, but they are abruptly nose to nose.
"You've seen Speakers casting magic?!"
All her life her people have been spat upon as luddites and primitives. In some rural villages, locals still call them witches, cross themselves or make the sign of the evil eye at passing Speaker caravans. Could they have been right? Were there Speakers in the past who used magic to harm rather than help, even out of self defense in the face of bigotry? She needs to know more, everything, and yesterday.
"Do you have any accounts? I need to get in touch with my family, sit down with the ones who keep those stories. I focused more on political history and the sciences than folklore."
Sypha rocks back, jerks her hands through her hair in disbelief. "I think it's safe to say that anything a layperson considers 'folklore' is now thought of as more of a metaphorical teaching story," she admits. "Although the elders will insist there's a kernel of truth to all of them, they talk about those truths as though that era has passed. Like...like dinosaur fossils."
"You've seen Speakers casting magic?!"
All her life her people have been spat upon as luddites and primitives. In some rural villages, locals still call them witches, cross themselves or make the sign of the evil eye at passing Speaker caravans. Could they have been right? Were there Speakers in the past who used magic to harm rather than help, even out of self defense in the face of bigotry? She needs to know more, everything, and yesterday.
"Do you have any accounts? I need to get in touch with my family, sit down with the ones who keep those stories. I focused more on political history and the sciences than folklore."
Sypha rocks back, jerks her hands through her hair in disbelief. "I think it's safe to say that anything a layperson considers 'folklore' is now thought of as more of a metaphorical teaching story," she admits. "Although the elders will insist there's a kernel of truth to all of them, they talk about those truths as though that era has passed. Like...like dinosaur fossils."
Alucard's certain that the number one priority right now is actually getting Sypha to sit down for a few seconds before she knocks them both over with enthusiasm. He doesn't mind being a landing pad, but it still makes a difference to not have to do that.
So very carefully, he guides her towards his sparse living room so that the conversation can continue. There's a good and squishy sofa, and that's the spot that he sinks down into. There is, however, no attempt to get Sypha to do the same. He has no doubt at all that Sypha will spring up and down for this entire discussion. It is her way.
"I have, yes. Speaker magicians were not exactly common in my youth, but they were unpresecendented either."
The matter of accounts? That gets a very sly smile. "That question really means am I rude enough to disrespect your people's preferences for not keeping a written record of activities and only having things in my own memory stores. The good news is that I do, but they're not here."
They, along with so many other things, are back at the castle. Alucard knows how long a journey it is, and that they aren't at a point to make it. The snows in the city are nothing compared to the mountains, and he is sure that there's nothing gained by trying to make it otherwise.
"Your elders are correct," he continues, settling back against the cushions. "I know that the Speakers began to use magic less and less the more the witch trials and the so-called Burning Times began to pick up steam. They had enough problems to contend with, and adding witchcraft accusations into the mix did them no favors."
So very carefully, he guides her towards his sparse living room so that the conversation can continue. There's a good and squishy sofa, and that's the spot that he sinks down into. There is, however, no attempt to get Sypha to do the same. He has no doubt at all that Sypha will spring up and down for this entire discussion. It is her way.
"I have, yes. Speaker magicians were not exactly common in my youth, but they were unpresecendented either."
The matter of accounts? That gets a very sly smile. "That question really means am I rude enough to disrespect your people's preferences for not keeping a written record of activities and only having things in my own memory stores. The good news is that I do, but they're not here."
They, along with so many other things, are back at the castle. Alucard knows how long a journey it is, and that they aren't at a point to make it. The snows in the city are nothing compared to the mountains, and he is sure that there's nothing gained by trying to make it otherwise.
"Your elders are correct," he continues, settling back against the cushions. "I know that the Speakers began to use magic less and less the more the witch trials and the so-called Burning Times began to pick up steam. They had enough problems to contend with, and adding witchcraft accusations into the mix did them no favors."
For the rest of the day? Hmm.
[ He starts to tug at Alucard’s trousers, pulling them down slowly over his hips while he pretends to think about this. ]
I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful at least three more times before my mouth finds itself otherwise occupied. Then you’ll just have to remember it for a little while. And then I’ll try to kiss you, and you’ll probably complain about it being unsanitary. But when I try to go for a glass of water, you’ll like that even less. So I’ll stay. And I’ll wrap myself all around you. And you’ll fall asleep for a few hours and when you wake up she’ll be here, too.
We’ll have been talking about you. But once you wake up we’ll pretend we were arguing the whole time, and you’ll never know what we were saying. And if you’re ready again by then, she’ll be in front of you and I’ll be behind you. I’m sure we can work with that sort of arrangement.
[ He starts to tug at Alucard’s trousers, pulling them down slowly over his hips while he pretends to think about this. ]
I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful at least three more times before my mouth finds itself otherwise occupied. Then you’ll just have to remember it for a little while. And then I’ll try to kiss you, and you’ll probably complain about it being unsanitary. But when I try to go for a glass of water, you’ll like that even less. So I’ll stay. And I’ll wrap myself all around you. And you’ll fall asleep for a few hours and when you wake up she’ll be here, too.
We’ll have been talking about you. But once you wake up we’ll pretend we were arguing the whole time, and you’ll never know what we were saying. And if you’re ready again by then, she’ll be in front of you and I’ll be behind you. I’m sure we can work with that sort of arrangement.
[All while Trevor speaks, Alucard's hands search for things to grab onto. Trevor's hair. The cloth of his shirt. Sometimes his neck, thumb running in soft little circles every time. It keeps him centered. It lets him feel like he's doing something as well, even though the whole point of this is to spoil the alchemist.
The more the Belmont talks, the more Alucard smiles. Some of it is how obvious they all are (the unsanitary thing is a particular call out) and the rest is just the sheer pleasure of knowing about the future. A very amorous one that is no softer for it.]
What if I want you wrapped around me right now?
[It's good, Trevor's head between his thighs, but not as good as having the whole of the dhampir around him in whatever configuration that might be.]
The more the Belmont talks, the more Alucard smiles. Some of it is how obvious they all are (the unsanitary thing is a particular call out) and the rest is just the sheer pleasure of knowing about the future. A very amorous one that is no softer for it.]
What if I want you wrapped around me right now?
[It's good, Trevor's head between his thighs, but not as good as having the whole of the dhampir around him in whatever configuration that might be.]
But I already had a plan.
[ He doesn’t sound like he minds, though, just being petulant for it’s own sake as he starts to try and get trousers down without making Alucard stand. ]
If you’re worried about the teeth, you can just say.
[ That was a joke. He’s joking. ]
[ He doesn’t sound like he minds, though, just being petulant for it’s own sake as he starts to try and get trousers down without making Alucard stand. ]
If you’re worried about the teeth, you can just say.
[ That was a joke. He’s joking. ]
I'd never worry.
[Alucard extends one leg for de-panting first.]
But I want you to be warm.
[Alucard extends one leg for de-panting first.]
But I want you to be warm.
You get like this, and somehow I’m still the spoiled one.
[ He sighs happily, finally managing to get the trousers free on one side and then the other. It means he can start to lay kisses against Alucard’s bare thighs. ]
Wrapped around you it is, then. Just a little longer.
[ He sighs happily, finally managing to get the trousers free on one side and then the other. It means he can start to lay kisses against Alucard’s bare thighs. ]
Wrapped around you it is, then. Just a little longer.
You're not. Not by a long shot.
[There's an immediate twitch at the thigh. No surprise, the alchemist is already awash in affection and far too adrift in it to even think about regulating his responses.]
Forever, if I could have it that way.
[There's an immediate twitch at the thigh. No surprise, the alchemist is already awash in affection and far too adrift in it to even think about regulating his responses.]
Forever, if I could have it that way.
Forever. I’ll try my best.
[ He can say it right now without even a hint of anything other than adoration. Even knowing that they’ll leave again before long. Even knowing that forever is a real thing for him but not for them. He pulls trousers and smallclothes away, tilting his face to one side to rest it against Alucard’s thigh. ]
Fucking sublime.
[ That’s a perfectly normal think to say about a dick. He’s still getting his head around how to dirty talk. ]
[ He can say it right now without even a hint of anything other than adoration. Even knowing that they’ll leave again before long. Even knowing that forever is a real thing for him but not for them. He pulls trousers and smallclothes away, tilting his face to one side to rest it against Alucard’s thigh. ]
Fucking sublime.
[ That’s a perfectly normal think to say about a dick. He’s still getting his head around how to dirty talk. ]
[It's a heck of a thing to be looking down at right now. Trevor just there, beautiful and perfect and sculpted for the gods with that jawline. Head against his thigh. Dick starting to show it's arousal. It's so much and Alucard's hand trembles from the overwhelming nature of it all just to brush back a few stray strands of Trevor's hair.]
You should see this from my angle.
[He'd live in this moment forever, if he could.]
But it's so difficult, with you far away down there. I can only touch so much.
You should see this from my angle.
[He'd live in this moment forever, if he could.]
But it's so difficult, with you far away down there. I can only touch so much.
True to his prediction, Sypha does not sit. Rather, she paces back and forth in front of the squashy sofa, occasionally taking a lap around the low table for variety. She lets out a fullbellied "Hah!" at his coy slight at Speaker tradition, turning on her heel for another pass.
"I don't know how some of the uncles and aunties can still stick to that doctrine when we've had printing presses for four hundred years," she throws her hands up. "But what I really mean is, I expect you have journals. All sorts of journals." Her eyes blow wide. She turns to the man seated on the couch. "...at least four hundred years' worth of journals, oh!"
Now there's a trove. Any scholar of humanity would offer up their firstborn for a peek at that kind of ethnography. Sypha has to pause and take a deep breath and wrestle herself back from what feels like a bottomless tangent.
She'd demanded everything, but even everything has to start somewhere. Speaker magic is a logical point at which to enter this unknown landscape, to borrow Adrian's maps and see how she finds them. Sypha sinks down onto the table's edge, fingers tapping at her knees as she traces the uptick in witchburnings against her mental timeline of human history.
"...you know, I mentioned the printing press just now, but that overlaps with the more widespread trials. It makes sense that, as other methods of sharing useful information became available, magical assistance would be phased out in the face of greater danger."
"I don't know how some of the uncles and aunties can still stick to that doctrine when we've had printing presses for four hundred years," she throws her hands up. "But what I really mean is, I expect you have journals. All sorts of journals." Her eyes blow wide. She turns to the man seated on the couch. "...at least four hundred years' worth of journals, oh!"
Now there's a trove. Any scholar of humanity would offer up their firstborn for a peek at that kind of ethnography. Sypha has to pause and take a deep breath and wrestle herself back from what feels like a bottomless tangent.
She'd demanded everything, but even everything has to start somewhere. Speaker magic is a logical point at which to enter this unknown landscape, to borrow Adrian's maps and see how she finds them. Sypha sinks down onto the table's edge, fingers tapping at her knees as she traces the uptick in witchburnings against her mental timeline of human history.
"...you know, I mentioned the printing press just now, but that overlaps with the more widespread trials. It makes sense that, as other methods of sharing useful information became available, magical assistance would be phased out in the face of greater danger."
I'm going to have to move further away, you know, if we're doing this your way.
[ He's pretty sure he ought to undress for that, at least. But he leans into Alucard's hand, smiling. ]
But I'll come back. I'll always come back.
[ He's pretty sure he ought to undress for that, at least. But he leans into Alucard's hand, smiling. ]
But I'll come back. I'll always come back.
But then you'd be back and then some.
[He's going to be a little too stupid with delight soon. But for the remaining minutes he isn't, oh. This is going to kill him.]
I know. I know.
[He's going to be a little too stupid with delight soon. But for the remaining minutes he isn't, oh. This is going to kill him.]
I know. I know.
Alucard watches her pace. It's like a tennis match, and a highly entertaining one at that. Some of that entertainment does come from her movement, but the rest? It's in watching Sypha process all the information and draw so many conclusions.
"It isn't as if I personally recorded the actions of my life or the world every day," he points out. "That'd be...depressing."
And a little too much like still being a teenage boy. Alucard and journaling was a recipe for straight up depression, but there were some notebooks of important events. The rest? All in the dhampir's mind. Not something to share just yet though, not with Sypha so literally going through her paces.
"Also bear in mind that because of the Ottoman invasion and rule, Wallachia -- sorry, Romania -- had a different history with those events versus that of Western Europe." Some names still stuck to his tongue. "But yes. There should still be spells in your people's memory stores though, likely the caravans that have centralized in this part of the world and down into, hm. Greece, I suppose."
"It isn't as if I personally recorded the actions of my life or the world every day," he points out. "That'd be...depressing."
And a little too much like still being a teenage boy. Alucard and journaling was a recipe for straight up depression, but there were some notebooks of important events. The rest? All in the dhampir's mind. Not something to share just yet though, not with Sypha so literally going through her paces.
"Also bear in mind that because of the Ottoman invasion and rule, Wallachia -- sorry, Romania -- had a different history with those events versus that of Western Europe." Some names still stuck to his tongue. "But yes. There should still be spells in your people's memory stores though, likely the caravans that have centralized in this part of the world and down into, hm. Greece, I suppose."
[ He sighs contentedly, kissing along Alucard's thigh again. This time, the trail of kisses doesn't end so soon, instead moving from thigh to the underside of his dick. The kisses themselves are soft little things, the kind that wouldn't seem at all improper in any other context. ]
I'll just be a moment, then.
[ And with one last kiss, he pulls back so he can actually undress. ]
I'll just be a moment, then.
[ And with one last kiss, he pulls back so he can actually undress. ]
[There are soft noises at every kiss. There's the threat of overstimulation, especially with the growing arousal. That last kiss? Oh. There's no whimper there, just a genuine moan.]
Stay in sight....
[Alucard knows Trevor won't disappear. But he says it all the same, with growing neediness in his voice.]
Stay in sight....
[Alucard knows Trevor won't disappear. But he says it all the same, with growing neediness in his voice.]
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