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I could try, but if I'm doing it knowingly, she could still say that it's you taking what's offered-

[ He returns to worrying at his lip, and then there's a spark of pain and the taste of copper, and- it's perfect. He works the tiny cut open further. As long as he doesn't tell Alucard that there's blood in his mouth- ]

-I want to kiss you. Just once. Before things get any worse. [ It's an awkward change of topic, carefully crafted to not contain any lies the way 'I claimed him' was. ] Please.

[Alucard's nose perks. He knows what blood smells like, and it is now heavy in the air. It takes real effort to not sit up and go for the sources and...

...Alucard nods once. He understands the plan in truth.]

I owe you a debt of gratitude for enduring this all alongside me anyway.

[ It isn't what he wanted, but it's close. It's very much like the queen, to grant wishes but soil them slightly. Just enough to make them not real. He tears at the cut a little more, until it's as open as it can be without green blood dribbling from the sides of his mouth, and then presses his lips against Alucard's. Lightly at first, and then he opens his mouth a little, letting the blood flow into Alucard's. ]

[Alucard is careful with this, because there are a lot of layers involved in this single kiss that could set off nasty chain reactions down the line. The first is the most practical: blood, and how to get it.

That means when Trevor leans down, because Alucard still hasn't sat up properly, his lips are already slightly parted in anticipation. The color needs to be ignored, and once the kiss starts in earnest, he doesn't hesitate to open his mouth to allow the blood to flow. His moves over Trevor's lip gently, then rests on the spot where the cut is bleeding in earnest. What an easy thing it is to keep his tongue there, let the blood gather on the back of it, and then withdraw for only a moment before coming back for more.

The character of the kiss though, that's where everything balances. Alucard works this all on the presumption that Dracula will find out, and he will not be happy. So be it. It means that his hands rest atop Trevor's with a feather lightness, easy to communicate that the vampire has taken too much and ought to stop. It means that for all there are open mouths and tongues, there is a chasteness here that contradicts how their positions look to the world. It means that the message within is you've protected me. Thank you.

But time doesn't work right here, so who is to say how long this kiss truly lasts anyway.]

[ This is all for survival's sake, and he has to remember that. It's easy to forget, when he's leaning over Alucard, the vampire's hands soft and delicate upon his, having pulled away just slightly but not as much as he should. He holds his tongue over the cut until the bleeding slows, and he smiles, and he's about to speak.

And then there is a crack, like bones breaking. Then there is heat. Trevor doesn't know what's happening - did they somehow manage to break the rules despite all of that? - and so he lifts Alucard and runs, leaving the tent just as the spidersilk structure catches fire.

The woods are burning. In some places - queen's control over time is shattered, and parts of the space are further on in time than others - they're already reduced to ashes. Trevor pauses to plot a route but of here through the least dangerous stages of forest fire when a voice booms from above- ]

Bring my son to me.

[ -...well shit. Dracula can't appear here himself, not in eternal daylight. But he can still make his presence known. ]

[Trevor has, since Sypha's appeared and Dracula's absolute fury has been made known, been easier to deal with. Alucard is still unsure how he feels about the Belmont, in the end, but he's not so blind as to know he has an ally. Likewise, he isn't so blind as to know that in his father's eyes, all of this has happened because the Belmont was an idiot and tried to wed Dracula's son in the first place. The action brought too many eyes upon Alucard and his nature, and so...perhaps this was the inevitable end result.

It will be painful to be apart from either of them now, but that too Alucard understands to be a necessity. He'll survive.

He's careful as he licks the remaining few drops of blood from his lips, and then Dracula makes his presence and his fury known. Alucard isn't shocked by that, the sudden fire in the woods, and the way dark clouds roll in over head, thunder echoing through them along with Dracula's voice.

The woods they are in are still woods, but there is a familiarity to them that Alucard knows cannot be on accident. They're the same woods that saw the Belmont first get the dhampir out of trouble when neither of them was fully grown and now that is the forest that is ablaze with Dracula's rage.

Alucard swears softly, then nudges Trevor.]

Best that I'm on my own two feet here.

[ They're close to Lupu. He only vaguely recognises the place, but he knows that much. He places Alucard down carefully, trying to suppress his instinct to keep running. Dracula won't let this fire get out of control, surely? Not so close to the village under his protection.

And he stays.

Perhaps (definitely) foolishly, he stays. Because he needs to see Alucard returned to his father's side. Because this could still, somehow, be a trick of the queen's. He takes a breath, braces himself, and looks about for Dracula. ]

[Dracula is here. The fires cast shadows that are too long, far too long, they waver and wrap around the trunks of still standing trees, and those too ignite. Alucard stands where he is, and is a gesture that makes it clear that he has no fear of this moment. The shadows pass by them both for now, (even Trevor is spared, at least for the moment).

Ahead, and really who is to say how far ahead this is, be it miles or mere feet, the flames twist and contort, forming a skull and then Dracula's head. It speaks in Dracula's voice, commanding and furious as darkness finally settles upon the land.]

Sídhe.

[The intonation is not addressed to Trevor. It is to something dead ahead of Dracula's gaze, and it drips a cold, calculated fury.]

You will be given a chance to explain why you stole my son.

It's going to involve some moving...

[A catch 22 there, as she likes him right where he is, and doesn't want him to move, but also that little hindrance of the rest of their attire. A pity there had been no spell for the removal of clothing in the Belmont library, given the nature of some of the items items she had found, as Sypha would have worked on that until she had mastered it. No, there is no such luck.

Her own hands glide, his locks like silk between her fingers, until she cups his cheeks, angling his face upwards to meet her own downward kiss. There's nothing chaste about it, although there is a tenderness, something that transmits all her affection towards him, her love and devotion.

Yet her fingers drop from his face, letting her kisses keep him there, as they brush down his chest, feeling the bump of his ribs, skirting around his abdomen, until they find his pants. He looks quite nice in them, but better still without them as her fingers search for those all too familiar items that are in her way. One buckle, than the other, for his belts, giving a little nip in to the kiss as her palm brushes over his lap, before her fingers move to start the process of removing his pants.

She'll have to rise, she knows, but not quite yet as her hand moves. Teasing again against that bulge, she gives a light rub before she takes a detour, slipping his hand beneath the waist band. That hum against his lips as she finds him, fingers circling around his length.]

I know, I know.

[It's a hardship, yes, but one that's worth enduring for where it leaves them both. There's a happy sigh at knowing the hardship for what it is, and one that's soon swallowed by far more powerful and important forces.

With Sypha's hands guiding him to look upwards, Alucard's lower hand remains steadfast in it's work. It moves to where hip and thigh meet, then towards the center, daring to stroke through undergarments, and that's all while Sypha angles his head up.

The kiss that Sypha takes from him is given with such surrender that it shouldn't be possible, and yet here he is, all but melted in her hands. There's no chasteness in his response either, there is only deep and fierce need for more. More of this. More of her. More of this moment.

He stays where he's bidden, matching intensity for intensity. There's no hiding how he shivers and arcs upward under Sypha's touch as her fingers move down his chest, just as there's no hiding how his own continue to stroke against her.

That has to stop though for the next part. The most important part, because once both belts are undone he'll have to lift his hips up. Get the damned trousers removed entirely, and he's all set to help in that mission when Sypha teases against the strain that has been building down below.

The groan that comes from it is pressed into her mouth, shaky and unsteady and utterly thrilled. It's unfair, and in retaliation, he finally breaks the kiss.

Of course, there's no other word said than a breathy sigh of her name, along with his hips finally rising to have pants done away with once and for all.]

( ooc ; cont. from here! )

...’Morning.

[ Cecil takes a deep breath, the crisp clean morning air filling her lungs. Well, it is certainly more refreshing out here, but the sunlight is still a bit much for her, so while she repositions herself more comfortably on the grass beside Alucard, she can’t really stop blinking. The brightness makes her head throb. The young woman lets out a few quiet noises of clear displeasure, then turns her body towards him, burying her face in his shoulder. ]

I am not certain if this is so difficult because we drank too much or because we’re half nighttime beings.

It's because we drank too much.

[Alucard knows that much. He has done mornings before, seen plenty of sunrises. He understands hangovers, and this is so very, very much a hang over and--

--oop, he's being used as a suns visor. That's just fine, but he doesn't move to even pat Cecil's head. Not good for a hung over head.]

Or at least I know it's because I drank too much.

[It's a shiver that races down her spine, causing her thigh to twitch under his caress, and oh... It's a heady noise, as he gets there quicker than Sypha might have expected, given his tortoise speed earlier, but perhaps it is that shift. No more banter about surrender and gummy armies, or negotiations. He does always seem so poised, almost as if not a hair would be out of place. A tall figure, golden halo of hair and peak physical physique. It is why Sypha likes to see those cracks, to push, although with Trevor is takes far less push to get a reaction. Her boys are both unique in their own ways though, and she loves them for it.

Her pleasure continues to be hummed against his lips, trying to remain still, although those deft fingers of his make it very difficult. And maybe it's her turn to give a little growl of frustration, cursing their attire, but she's almost there, and she's not one to give up. He's helping anyway, which she does take advantage of, arching her own body upwards as he breaks the kiss. She's breathless, flushed, and not ashamed at all by how aroused he has made her. She likes the way her name rolls of his lips, and she releases him before she tugs at the fabric, working his pants down over his hips, down his thighs, and that's good enough, no?

Well, maybe she shouldn't leave it half finished, although she is more than happy to have him right then and there. She can taste him still as her tongue darts across her lips, her heartbeat quick and fast, pulse lively as she pulls as far as she can, leaving them just at his knees.]

There are races where men wear skirt-like clothing.. Perhaps I should look in to that.

[A cheeky grin as she leans forward to plant a light kiss on the tip of his nose. But her expression does soften, those blue eyes warm and welcoming as her face tilts. One hand returns to his hair, and now, surprisingly, it is her turn to shift gears, to tease and toy with small chaste kisses around his mouth.]

They go naked beneath them, you know.

[As her other hand shifts, to run her index finger along his length, circling at the tip, before she takes hold of him again.]

[The pace before had all been for show, really, to highlight the absurdity of the entire situation and to see how far they could push each other before...well. Before this. Alucard knows he exists in a constant state of wanting to go slower with the other two because they leave and time is to be savored, but it is that same absence that always sees him want to go faster when rubber hits the road. There's no good balance of those desires.

He's aware that his hair must be getting messy under Sypha's touch. Good. Let it, because there are only two people he will ever be so undone for. It's wonderful to have that kind of security, just as it is wonderful to hear all of the wonderful notes of pleasure and approval being hummed against him. It's encouragement for him to keep at it, which Alucard does with far too much enthusiasm.

Sypha's beautiful when she arches up, the flushed face suiting her in the moment far too well. He smiles up at her, but there's no note of triumph there in casing such noise - only stupid adoration, fully aware of how perfect she looks.

He's sure he must look quite the sight now too, naked until one hits his knees, breathless and flushed. None of that changes as Sypha's kisses start to pour in, and his hand stills, trying to adjust to her new position.]

That seems like you're looking out for your best interests alon--

[The word morphs into a low, content moan as Sypha takes him in hand entirely. His hips strain to stay still.]

Would you also go naked under the same skirts?

[ Cecil makes another little noise of discontent, this one muffled by the fabric of his clothing. She shakes her head against his shoulder a little, ruefully. She would be very grateful to know he hadn’t offered any affection out of consideration for her headache, but still-tipsy her had suggested cuddles and she has to admit, cuddling does sound rather nice right now. In spite of her earlier protests and the bright sunshine being harsh to her eyes, coming outside to be with Alucard is certainly worth it— as long as he’s not looking to reclaim his shoulder from her any time soon. The fresh air and smell of dewy grass is soothing, and Cecil has always been the sort for whom good company increases the value of a pleasant experience. ]

I cannot remember the last time I imbibed so much that I felt ill upon sobering. I am not much of a drinker, truthfully. You are probably right though.

[ She moves her body a little closer to Alucard on the grass, draping an arm across his back. She very carefully keeps her fingers out of his hair though, not wanting to really push her luck too much. He never declined the cuddling outright! Just the walking to the library part. But he also hasn’t rejected her closeness yet. ]

Do you always come lie with your face in the grass and dirt after a night of too much indulging? You could have become a bat and just flown to the library.

[The grass is cool enough that the thought of being snuggled isn't unappealing, and in truth, Alucard has always and will always run on the cold side. As harsh as the sun might be, the rest of it does feel good.

It's not really a hang over cure, but there's no such thing. Alucard knows that, in part just from dating Trevor for so long and trying to confirm that fact.]

Mm. It's because I can do mornings without a problem. So it must be the drink. Process of elimination.

[Fingers in hair is for the other two only, that's the rules. That he'd explain later. If he had to. Because movement and too much talking.]

I think I just ended u....oh. Yes, I could have just become a bat, couldn't I?

[It is a sight that Sypha would like to capture and freeze, to view again at her leisure. She loves him as he is, of course, and wouldn't change a hair on his head despite how bossy she might get at times, but it is nice to see him loosen up. Well, in some ways, anyway, with that tousled look that might otherwise have her giggling if he walked in to a room just like that.

It is the build up that keeps it away, acknowledgment of how her fingers had roamed through those long locks and received those joyful noises. Her own smile is soft and tender in turn, awareness of him blooming through her as she regards him. He could well pass for an angel, but for the fact that he is a dhampir.

There is a playful laugh though, as he might argue that she was looking out for her own interests, but she knows that his own interests would be suited as well. She leans back a little, butt resting firmer against his thighs as she hums in pretend contemplation. Yet still her hand idly strokes him, fingers dancing along the almost velvety soft skin in her grap.]

Mm. To think of all the things that you could have asked for instead...

[The flash of her eyes though says it is too late for him to press for more, to barter harder, as he has already revealed his hand and there is no taking it back now.]

Would you not like me to go naked under such a skirt?

I could. But I'm happy like this.

[It's a simple truth, and so much easier for him to say now. If Alucard was to be honest with himself, he'd admit that from the outset of realizing what he must do to stop his father's madness, he suspected that he may never well be happy again.

But here, now, in the heat of the moment, that's hardly the time and place to think of Dracula. There's warmth starting to radiate out of him, the kind that only ever comes with arousal given how unique his physiology is. There's no hiding the new roll of his hips at Sypha leans back on his thighs, hand not quite veering into tease territory but feeling awfully close.]

And I would. But it'd also be in the interest of fairness, since I presume the no undergarments rule would apply to both myself and Trevor.

[It's a notion that threatens to veer into silliness, so Alucard tries to readjust the course. One hand moves up to brazenly take her breast, careful with the pressure that's being applied. The other dares to move beyond simply stroking at her folds, moving downward to assess her own enjoyment of the situation.]

[The smile beams on her face, free hand moving to cup his cheek in response to his admission. It's so easy to remember the first day that all three of them met, and to see how far they have come from that point. Yet that delicate flush creeps back along her own face, quivering above him as her body responds to his. Her breaths are deeper, quicker.]

Mm. Of course, for I would not have it any other way.

[Still her voice is low, thicker with desire with each passing moment. That moan tumbles out again, eye lids flickering closed as she pants, and forget skirts and undergarments and gummy bears. It's her turn to grind forward against his touch, for she is more than ready to welcome him.

It's that hooded gaze as she shifts forward, hand slipping away from his face, to swat his hand away. It's not lack of desire or want that cause it, but rather that Sypha's lifting her hips, stroking him although it is clear that he needs no further encouragement, just as she doesn't. Her fingers curl on to his, humming her pleasure at his hand on her breast. squeezing.]

I want you.

[As if that much is not clear as she guides him to her, slowly descending until the tip of his length parts her folds. It's only then that her hand departs and her body continues that grinding motion down, a needy whimper as she takes him in.]

[ The long twilight is over. Dawn will come, soon, but for now Dracula can walk upon whichever land he wishes to. Dracula's visage is miles high, but it isn't that that Trevor freezes in terror before.

Titania floats up to be at eye level with him, her entire body only barely the height of the space between his eyelids.

At least, if one considers the beautiful, delicate queen to be the entire body.

The light of the flames reflects from something dark and slimy and massive behind her, from a thread between it and her back. From teeth, visible for only a moment before they're gone again.

The whole of the beautiful lands - the place that Alucard has been in for the last few hours or days or months - is her body, and with the glamour damaged by Dracula's magic it can finally be seen for what it is - a great, dark, twisted creature that looks like it might have come from the depths of the sea, all flesh and teeth.

A great tongue emerges from- somewhere on its body, snaking up to come oh-so-close to licking at Dracula's cheek but stopping at the last second. Deals are deals, after all, and he is Leon's until he makes the first strike. ]

I should have thought it obvious. I wanted to. Nobody stopped me.

[Dracula is not cowed by the reality of the thing in front of him. He has known this truth for some time, the real nature of Titania, for it is a type of magic and Dracula is nothing if not a master of that. A part of him, the part that is still Matthais, wonders if Leon knew this part going in. If he knows at all.

The rest of Dracula is still all fury, sobered only by the knowledge that real retaliation is what the Queen desires most. It is torture to withhold revenge as he would have it under any other circumstance, revenge as every other vampire would expect of him. But Dracula, even in his red hot fury, manages to cling to a little scrap of reason, one brought about by arguing with Lisa about what to do.

Alucard catches only a glimpse of what Titania is. He understands the real reason Trevor told him to look away now, and he does that here. Trevor's shoulder recieves an entire faceful of vampire, one that murmurs We need to be anywhere else.

Dracula hears that though, and beside Alucard a small, darkened patch appears. He understands what that is, a means to return to the castle. He moves towards it quickly.]

You will always be stopped.

[There is a calmness to Dracula's voice. That's the scariest part of all.]

You shall find that the humans of these lands have natural disasters that help them in the production of their food and goods. There will be fewer wild lands for you and yours, and your revels shall have to account for that. New iron mines shall be found, making it far harder for your whims to be pursued. And you shall then be Queen of old, half remembered stories that not even Speakers waste their memories on, because what value is there in such a relic?

Should you touch my son again, all of these predictions shall happen in an instant.

[Dracula cannot have a war. But Dracula can both strike at the Queen's weakness and honor the deepest wish of his wife, and that shall have to be enough, for this denies her the war they both want.]

[ Trevor is more than happy to be anywhere else. Even Dracula's castle - terrifying not for its master but for its mistress - is a better place to be than here. ]

You mean to move humanity forward? To see their fear of the dark fade away? My darling- [ She chuckles. ] You have inspired more fear than anything else. Made me strong. And I am more than willing to bet on you continuing to do so. You are not a patient man, are you? And humans learn and grow so slowly, and their time is so, so, short...

[ She takes one of the flowers from her hair and tosses it into the waiting maw of her writhing, twisting mass of a body. Trevor pulls his arms around Alucard, leading him to the shadow, and they're gone as the queen moves on to a truly dangerous topic. ]

...I wonder when the source of your newfound compassion will fade away. You will make war, then. You will rip my children limb from limb. You will gouge out their eyes and fill the sockets with molten iron and you will never touch me. They will fear you, and I will grow stronger. You will run out of my children and turn back to your wife's kind and rend them apart. The pretty ones, the ones that look like her, you will tell to run. And you will chase them and you will tear their beautiful hides from their bodies with your teeth. You will stalk the night in a coat sewn from their skins to feel her embrace once again and you will give the world something to fear. You will feed me. All monsters do.

[In a moment, Alucard is through the darkness. To be at the castle is already a relief from the heat of the flames, as is the fact that his mother is already there and waiting for him. There's no time for the vampire to waste, he wraps his arms around her immediately. There's no point in denying that the ordeal was terrifying, that what he just saw was beyond words, and that to be home is the greatest thing he could ask for now.

But as for Dracula, there is only renewed heat to the flames. They're nearly white now, blinding, and they suit his own mood far too well. There is wisdom in not responding to any of the threats, as much as he wishes to. There is wisdom in not tearing the Queen from limb to limb as she stands before him.]

Your crown will crumble and you shall cease to be.

[It is said with far too much certainty.]

I shall await it with great patience.

[ It's good, to see Alucard back here. Safe. The wings shrug themselves free from his shoulders, flying back to Trevor in a cloud and mostly making it. Mostly. A few fall to the ground, having brushed against Lisa's gentle hands.

She is terrifying. A living embodiment of curiosity and doubt. Lisa looks up, just for a moment, tilting her head and trying to make sense of him and it's all he can do not to scream. ]

You're- probably sick of having me around. [ He manages to gasp out. ] You'll be safe, with her, and-

[ He pushes something small and silvery into Alucard's pocket (his memory of the kiss - he shouldn't keep it if he only has it because Alucard was in danger) and leans close to whisper. ]

-my name is Trevor Belmont. Use it to find me, if you need help.

[It's a lot. It's a lot overwhelming because just with that one hug, Lisa understands her son's immediate medical needs as well as the emotional ones. She does the kindness of withdrawing into the castle's great gaping doors to allow just a moment of privacy.

The thing in Alucard's pocket is...he isn't sure what, exactly, but it's not an unpleasant weight to have there.

He nods, understanding. A real name, that's a hell of a thing to give freely.]

I'll remember it. [More importantly though:] Go, before he goes home.

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tfln; two hungover half-humans lie around

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