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I thought I would ward this entire part of Wallachia with ample means for people to turn back.
[He both is and isn't defending what he's done. Guess how much he cares.]
You don't have to do anything. You weren't here. Stop acting as if coming back here was a priority.
[He doesn't care. He doesn't.
He walks past Trevor. A last sign of trust - he turns his back to them both.]
I don't want to get terribly used to it.
[It's a near protest. But...he's going to be working himself to death with Sypha's recovery.]
But I will take any help you offer.
[ Not that he has a great concept of what 'too much' is. ]
Where do I put you down?
[ Flatly. Yeah. The traps. That was a thing. He doesn't attack Alucard while his back's turned, but he doesn't return the morning star to his belt. ]
...and neither of us said a word about coming back here being a priority. It wasn't.
[ Is someone projecting, vampire? ]
Well, there's only one place.
[There's only a single door upstairs. Beyond it is Alucard's room, little more than a straw bed raised up of the floor by some old boxes with a few thin layers of bedding to account for Istanbul's warmer weather, dyed different shades of blue or yellow, a chest of drawers for his thing, a trunk at the foot of the bed, and a nightside table. The only touch of something fancy is the rug on the floo colored a deep red.]
The bucket is downstairs, placed inside another bucket beside the dinner table.
So don't linger. Refresh your supplies from the kitchen and be on your ways.
[He's sure that he's far enough down the corridor now that he's out of range of the whip. Sypha? Less so.]
[ He sets Alucard down carefully before leaving for the water. A few moments and he's back with the bucket. ]
Brought your terrible dark magic.
[ He follows, the morning star dragging across the floor, but still doesn't attack. ]
Or are we special? Will you hang us from the windows maybe? Use us to decorate the hallway? Pull out our organs to have us stuffed with sawdust?
Very terrible.
[Alucard has rolled up his trouser legs to his knees, and beside him is a little bottle of a fine purple powder. He's dressed otherwise. When the bucket is placed down, Alucard leans forward, adding a small sprinkle. Then his own feet go in,
The comfort visibly spreads across his face. Trevor's seen the scars before, and over the years they've mostly grown thick and dark.]
Thank you. Most nights I do this I end up sitting at the table until I fall asleep there.
Just go.
[Tiredness sneaks into the two simple words. Even as he keeps walking. Keeps trying to escape this conversation. Just let it end.]
[ Not that he'd know, because there is no uncomfortable sleeping position when you're just a bunch of moths on the wall. ]
I'll go back down to watch her soon, but- there's nothing else I can do, to make it easier?
[ No. He flicks his wrist again. Not to attack, just to make the chain of the whip ring against the stone. ]
I'm a Belmont, you're a vampire who lives in this castle and puts people on sticks. You know that can only end one of two ways.
Not for tonight. Just wake me if she stirs
Il giorno giovedì 5 marzo 2020, miraclewhip - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> ha scritto:
As you are so very fond of saying, I don't care.
(He doesn't care and he uses his stupid speed to leave the corridor entirely.)
Il giorno giovedì 5 marzo 2020, miraclewhip - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> ha scritto:
Well, that depends.
[ To which he gives pause long enough to begin helping the dhampir out of those pants. ]
Did you want something nice and sweet or want to be bent over and fucked like an animal? [ Which- ] And don't make some jackass remark about me fucking animals. Asshole.
[ Yet he still wears a smile even as he says that. ]
They don't speak. Eventually, Sypha stands. She leaves, because the bodies still need to be dealt with. They bury the bodies, and Sypha performs the rites that the speakers perform for the nameless dead they find along the road.
They're skeletons in fucking nightdresses. It's hard to believe that they posed enough of a threat to warrant this.
Sypha can't bear to reenter the castle. But Trevor? Trevor has hunting to do.
He's ill-prepared for his family's work here, not quite trusting Alucard to run if he so much as tries to go the to hold beneath them for resources. They thought they'd be coming home to a friendly place. He didn't bring half of the shit he needs to win. But he's hurt. He's hurt and Sypha's hurt and-
-they'd thought he wasn't like this.
He said he was going to move the castle, and Trevor vaguely remembers the way to the engine rooms. He doesn't have a plan. Just go there, make a nuisance of himself. Prevent Alucard from working on the engines until he has to fight him. ]
Alucard knows this new wave is of his own making. That this sort of action would all but summon the other two to the castle, seeing only the shadow of Dracula himself. Not the mad thing that he was for months prior to...
...he still can't name it.
They'll leave. They'll leave, he'll get the engines working, and they'll never see him again. The dhampir can be content in going mad, with all bridges well and truly burnt behind him.
They were never going to come back, until he did this.
Of course.
When Trevor finds his way to the engine rooms, he is ignored.]
It scares her, being in a strange place in a new country, separated from her people and in pain. Trevor stays with her most of the time, only leaving in the evening briefly on days when things are difficult for Alucard. Sometimes he is in his normal form, often he is moths. But he is there and he weaves.
It's when she's asleep one evening that he comes to sit with Alucard at supper again, laying a few thin cloths on the table. They're finely made but undyed, looking plain enough to anyone who doesn't put an immense amount of effort into studying curtains. ]
I'm- doing bartering.
Trevor has been helping though. A lot. And it's nice, having that level of trust for someone in his house. In knowing that if a hand brushes over his, there won't be an ounce of harm in it.
He's getting used to it. That's a problem.
Alucard looks up from his last scraps of dinner when the cloths are put on the table. He blinks, then leans forward.]
These are beautiful.
Why?
[ He wishes his voice didn't become so small. He's not sure when he stopped being angry, when he stopped being a pained thing lashing out. He misses it. Without it, he's just a pained thing. ]
I don't understand.
[Alucard doesn't look up. He has to keep his mind on his work. Just complete the work.]
[ He folds the cloths, leaving them there. ]
Is that payment enough?
[It's said with a laugh, impossibly soft as Alucard's other hand moves down, resting atop Trevor's. It's all well and good to focus on getting rid of the trousers, but it's more important to just take advantage of holding onto the Belmont. Feeling warm skin against cool. Basking in the moment.]
But I'd rather something romantic. And without having to take my eyes off you.
[He smiles at Trevor. It's a little more confident. A lot more grateful.]
Trevor, this alone could buy my services for a year.
[ It's not an honest answer. Honesty is hard. But he tries again. ]
I don't want to do this. But if you can't make me understand, then I can't leave a pale imitation of Dracula alive.
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