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Not right now, it's not.
[ But he cranes his neck up to kiss Alucard's cheek. ]
But you do know how to soothe a man's ego. Pity you're apparently planning on crushing it later.
[ But he cranes his neck up to kiss Alucard's cheek. ]
But you do know how to soothe a man's ego. Pity you're apparently planning on crushing it later.
I'm counting on giving you an evening to repair said ego to balance everything out in the end.
[Should this conversation be happening around Leon? Absolutely not.
Look how many fucks Alucard gives.
And look at him tilting his cheek, just so his lips can brush against Trevor's.]
I wish I could speed this along.
[Should this conversation be happening around Leon? Absolutely not.
Look how many fucks Alucard gives.
And look at him tilting his cheek, just so his lips can brush against Trevor's.]
I wish I could speed this along.
Ah, going to be demanding I prove myself.
[ Leon is very much trying to ignore the whole conversation. He has a fluffy animal to pet. ]
Can't say I care for healing the human way at all. It's slow.
[ Leon is very much trying to ignore the whole conversation. He has a fluffy animal to pet. ]
Can't say I care for healing the human way at all. It's slow.
When you're ready.
[Alucard this is not how to make healing go faster, no matter what you want to have happen.]
No. It's unpleasant. I'm sorry that you were forced into it. [Selfish. He's being selfish, isn't he? That he would rather this than Trevor lose memories.]
The only good thing is we get to hold onto you instead of moths.
[Alucard this is not how to make healing go faster, no matter what you want to have happen.]
No. It's unpleasant. I'm sorry that you were forced into it. [Selfish. He's being selfish, isn't he? That he would rather this than Trevor lose memories.]
The only good thing is we get to hold onto you instead of moths.
Right. Not going to be proving anything to anyone if I don't have a body. Kind of a prerequisite, that.
[ It still hurts a little to laugh, but not enough to not do so anyway. ]
Give me another month or so. Then, consider your challenge accepted.
[ It still hurts a little to laugh, but not enough to not do so anyway. ]
Give me another month or so. Then, consider your challenge accepted.
I can hold on a month.
[That's a pun. Probably. Or some kind of a joke. The warmth for it is there, but more than that is the undercurrent of absolute and utter stupid adoration in Alucard's voice.]
Don't like you as just moths. Scares me.
[That's a pun. Probably. Or some kind of a joke. The warmth for it is there, but more than that is the undercurrent of absolute and utter stupid adoration in Alucard's voice.]
Don't like you as just moths. Scares me.
[ A month comes and goes, and recovery is slow, but it happens. The wings have almost grown enough that they can be cut with a knife that isn't iron so that he can restore them in the fairy way. The antlers will take the better part of a year to grow back again, but they're at least starting. He can walk without support, though he frequently kinds himself with support regardless. The fever finally broke a week after the attack, and the mind-fogging painkillers are only for occasional bad days.
He's still recovering slowly, in the fairy way, and the promised demonstration of his kind's 'well-earned reputation' is yet to happen. But he is recovering.
Sypha hasn't taken the sleeping medicine tonight. She likes to be able to wake up quickly if something goes wrong. Outside of the cave-house, Enid's hounds stalk about. They seemed a better choice than having one of them or one of the sisters themselves take watch, and they like Alucard's wolf form well enough. But Trevor isn't at the cave-house. Not really.
The structure is in the shape of a great bird cage, though the spaces between the bars are wide enough that it could probably be more accurately called a gazebo. The wood that forms it is alive in places, thin branches sprouting from the wooden beams and swirling into intricate patterns. The air is warm, but a cool wind blows through. Outside are the Beautiful Lands, a sea of colour and wild. The sun hangs low, half above and half below the horizon, so that both sunlight and stars light the darkening sky above them.
The floor of the 'cage' is scattered with large cushions and furs and thin silk blankets. Light passes through the thin, colourful cloth hanging from the beams like stained glass. Bowls of candied fruits lie near them, and cups of tea with honey and spices.
It is a cage, despite everything, one that the other two will almost certainly never really go to. But like this? Like this is probably fine.
Trevor is whole, here, and he combs through Alucard's hair, slowly braiding intricate patterns and lilac flowers into it. ]
He's still recovering slowly, in the fairy way, and the promised demonstration of his kind's 'well-earned reputation' is yet to happen. But he is recovering.
Sypha hasn't taken the sleeping medicine tonight. She likes to be able to wake up quickly if something goes wrong. Outside of the cave-house, Enid's hounds stalk about. They seemed a better choice than having one of them or one of the sisters themselves take watch, and they like Alucard's wolf form well enough. But Trevor isn't at the cave-house. Not really.
The structure is in the shape of a great bird cage, though the spaces between the bars are wide enough that it could probably be more accurately called a gazebo. The wood that forms it is alive in places, thin branches sprouting from the wooden beams and swirling into intricate patterns. The air is warm, but a cool wind blows through. Outside are the Beautiful Lands, a sea of colour and wild. The sun hangs low, half above and half below the horizon, so that both sunlight and stars light the darkening sky above them.
The floor of the 'cage' is scattered with large cushions and furs and thin silk blankets. Light passes through the thin, colourful cloth hanging from the beams like stained glass. Bowls of candied fruits lie near them, and cups of tea with honey and spices.
It is a cage, despite everything, one that the other two will almost certainly never really go to. But like this? Like this is probably fine.
Trevor is whole, here, and he combs through Alucard's hair, slowly braiding intricate patterns and lilac flowers into it. ]
I think you'll need to let go of me at least once during that time.
[ He chuckles a little more, until the stabbing in his side from it becomes a little too much, then settles against Alucard. ]
Got yourself stuck with the wrong Belmont if you don't care for insects.
[ He knows it's not that, but it's easier to pretend that it is than it is to think about how something happening to him could hurt or scare the others. ]
[ He chuckles a little more, until the stabbing in his side from it becomes a little too much, then settles against Alucard. ]
Got yourself stuck with the wrong Belmont if you don't care for insects.
[ He knows it's not that, but it's easier to pretend that it is than it is to think about how something happening to him could hurt or scare the others. ]
Only if I must.
[Alucard suspects their time without the painkiller is growing short. All the same, he makes sure to keep holding his Belmont.]
Mm, but Enid only tolerates me because sometimes I'm a dog, your eldest just hates me, and I don't think it'd work out with Juliet.
[At that point, there's a creak from the door, coupled with a soft oh, there you are from Sypha. Alucard picks up his head, and smiles more as Sypha proceeds to settle right in and make grabby hands for custody of the Belmont.]
[Alucard suspects their time without the painkiller is growing short. All the same, he makes sure to keep holding his Belmont.]
Mm, but Enid only tolerates me because sometimes I'm a dog, your eldest just hates me, and I don't think it'd work out with Juliet.
[At that point, there's a creak from the door, coupled with a soft oh, there you are from Sypha. Alucard picks up his head, and smiles more as Sypha proceeds to settle right in and make grabby hands for custody of the Belmont.]
[Recovery only feels like it happened in retrospect. Day after day, all progress is incremental and slow to the point of agony. Looking back on it though, it's remarkable. Humans still can't heal that fast, and the best of it means Trevor is in his right mind rather than on all the painkillers. As nice as unguarded Trevor was, their Trevor is far more important.
The presence of other Belmonts is something Alucard has grown used to. He doesn't like it, his father really doesn't like it, but it provides enough peace of mind for them both. Dracula's opinion on things generally is at I hate this but it's happened these days, but Alucard has been home during daylight hours more. There have been close calls with the Church lately. Daytime protection is sometimes required.
Right now though, Alucard's thoughts are so terribly far from anything that isn't his immediate surroundings. The gazebo, which even his father hasn't invented yet, is good. He doesn't feel trapped at all, just take someplace where there is time and quiet and indulgence in all of the very best ways. Besides, it's an architectural marvel, and he could gaze at it on that alone. (It'd be interesting, trying to make wooden structures from still going trees.) The rest of it is all atmosphere, wonderfully cool breezes and pastels that paint the sky brilliant.
There's enough yellow in the stained glass to make him practically glow right now, sitting with his back to Trevor while the Belmont does as he wishes. The other two adore playing with his hair, dont' they?]
You two really should grow yours out more so that I'm not the only one that gets their hair played with like this.
The presence of other Belmonts is something Alucard has grown used to. He doesn't like it, his father really doesn't like it, but it provides enough peace of mind for them both. Dracula's opinion on things generally is at I hate this but it's happened these days, but Alucard has been home during daylight hours more. There have been close calls with the Church lately. Daytime protection is sometimes required.
Right now though, Alucard's thoughts are so terribly far from anything that isn't his immediate surroundings. The gazebo, which even his father hasn't invented yet, is good. He doesn't feel trapped at all, just take someplace where there is time and quiet and indulgence in all of the very best ways. Besides, it's an architectural marvel, and he could gaze at it on that alone. (It'd be interesting, trying to make wooden structures from still going trees.) The rest of it is all atmosphere, wonderfully cool breezes and pastels that paint the sky brilliant.
There's enough yellow in the stained glass to make him practically glow right now, sitting with his back to Trevor while the Belmont does as he wishes. The other two adore playing with his hair, dont' they?]
You two really should grow yours out more so that I'm not the only one that gets their hair played with like this.
True. You're too much effort for her. Too resistant to being kept safe. Too much- your father.
[ Juliet has STANDARDS, and those standards are 'not having to deal with Dracula, thanks'.
He will have to take the painkiller sooner rather than later, especially now Sypha is here to enforce it. But they still have a few moments as Sypha settles in next to them, wriggling her way into Alucard's arms and wrapping her own around Trevor's neck. ]
Glad you're both here.
[ Juliet has STANDARDS, and those standards are 'not having to deal with Dracula, thanks'.
He will have to take the painkiller sooner rather than later, especially now Sypha is here to enforce it. But they still have a few moments as Sypha settles in next to them, wriggling her way into Alucard's arms and wrapping her own around Trevor's neck. ]
Glad you're both here.
I should think I'm already growing back quite enough parts of myself.
[ In reality, anyway. Here, he is whole. He sweeps up Alucard's braid with one hand so he can lean forward to brush his lips against the back of his neck. It's more a scratch of stubble than a kiss. ]
Or are you jealous that you never have a turn?
[ In reality, anyway. Here, he is whole. He sweeps up Alucard's braid with one hand so he can lean forward to brush his lips against the back of his neck. It's more a scratch of stubble than a kiss. ]
Or are you jealous that you never have a turn?
Perhaps I am.
[Alucard lets out a soft noise of contentment of stubble on skin. He's never quite made a secret that it's a sensitive spot, as is the rest of his neck.]
I have to sit back and be still, and after a while, I'm afraid it gets old and rather boring. I can only take so much.
[It's definitely said with some overdramatic tones. Because this is the kind of thing that deserves too much drama.]
[Alucard lets out a soft noise of contentment of stubble on skin. He's never quite made a secret that it's a sensitive spot, as is the rest of his neck.]
I have to sit back and be still, and after a while, I'm afraid it gets old and rather boring. I can only take so much.
[It's definitely said with some overdramatic tones. Because this is the kind of thing that deserves too much drama.]
We're glad you're with us.
[And more than that, Alucard's glad he can kiss one and then the other. They're brief, chaste kisses, but they're kisses all the same.]
I love you both.
[And more than that, Alucard's glad he can kiss one and then the other. They're brief, chaste kisses, but they're kisses all the same.]
I love you both.
Oh dear. I would hate to think I was boring you.
[ Alucard's not-really-complaints aside, it's very convenient to be like this. He can flank Alucard with both knees, tilt his head up to catch the tip of a pointed ear between his lips and hold it for a moment. ]
I can stop, if you like.
[ Alucard's not-really-complaints aside, it's very convenient to be like this. He can flank Alucard with both knees, tilt his head up to catch the tip of a pointed ear between his lips and hold it for a moment. ]
I can stop, if you like.
Don't be rude and put words into my mouth.
[It's definitely not a complain, but Alucard would absolutely pay to see what Trevor looks like with long hair, if only for the satisfaction to be found in the knowledge. He's about to add that little snippet to the conversation, but there are far more important distractions at the moment.
He sighs with nearly stupid contentment as Trevor tilts his head up, and Alucard's hand searches for Trevor's free one to hold. That's the other stupid part about hair braiding nonsense: hands are occupied.]
Liliac though?
[It's definitely not a complain, but Alucard would absolutely pay to see what Trevor looks like with long hair, if only for the satisfaction to be found in the knowledge. He's about to add that little snippet to the conversation, but there are far more important distractions at the moment.
He sighs with nearly stupid contentment as Trevor tilts his head up, and Alucard's hand searches for Trevor's free one to hold. That's the other stupid part about hair braiding nonsense: hands are occupied.]
Liliac though?
First love. [ He says, and he drops the braid to hold Alucard's hand, to wrap the other arm around him. The braid slowly starts to unravel, and it looks a little silly. But who else is here to see? ]
First love, and bats. Weird fucking combination. But it seemed- you know. Appropriate.
First love, and bats. Weird fucking combination. But it seemed- you know. Appropriate.
[Alucard's hand closes around Trevor's, and never at the start of this would he have believed that such a simple action would make him all but glow with happiness. Because that's what he's doing, even if Trevor's at a terrible angle to see.]
Absolutely bizarre. I'd say that it's too on the nose, but then you'd accuse me of complaining again.
[There's an undercurrent of a laugh in his much too warm voice, and with Trevor's arm around him, Alucard all but melts into Trevor's chest. He's entirely slack, legs stretched out in front of him, just in his shirt and trousers. His boots were taken off at the outset, as he was much too fussed about tracking mud on the floor.]
Absolutely bizarre. I'd say that it's too on the nose, but then you'd accuse me of complaining again.
[There's an undercurrent of a laugh in his much too warm voice, and with Trevor's arm around him, Alucard all but melts into Trevor's chest. He's entirely slack, legs stretched out in front of him, just in his shirt and trousers. His boots were taken off at the outset, as he was much too fussed about tracking mud on the floor.]
I would. [ He's kissing behind Alucard's ear now, voice low the being so close. ] Learn to appreciate a good thing when you find one, hmm?
[ Another kiss, and a laugh. It doesn't hurt to laugh here. ] Already regrowing so many parts of myself - what's one more? I can try to grow it out, if you like.
[ Another kiss, and a laugh. It doesn't hurt to laugh here. ] Already regrowing so many parts of myself - what's one more? I can try to grow it out, if you like.
If I didn't offer commentary, would I be myself?
[There's a sharp intake of air from Alucard as Trevor begins to kiss behind his ear. It's coupled with him gripping Trevor's hand tighter, just for a moment. He knows to let it loose after that initial moment.]
Maybe in the future. That's the kind of thing Sypha deserves to see too.
[There's a sharp intake of air from Alucard as Trevor begins to kiss behind his ear. It's coupled with him gripping Trevor's hand tighter, just for a moment. He knows to let it loose after that initial moment.]
Maybe in the future. That's the kind of thing Sypha deserves to see too.
Once I'm whole again, then. You can see how fucking stupid I look for yourself.
[ He knows what that squeeze of the hand means, grip just strong enough to be on the ege of painful for a human and quickly corrected. And so he does it again. ]
Don't need to be so careful. Can't hurt me here, not unless I want you to.
[ He knows what that squeeze of the hand means, grip just strong enough to be on the ege of painful for a human and quickly corrected. And so he does it again. ]
Don't need to be so careful. Can't hurt me here, not unless I want you to.
Mmm, I look forward to it.
[Alucard's reaction doesn't change, but he tries so very hard to melt further against Trevor. It's so very, very hard to do, but Alucard manages somehow. Trevor's barely begun and he's a stupid, besotted mess.]
Don't want to get used to it here and then mess up when we're elsewhere.
[His other hand needs something to rest upon. It settles for the top of Trevor's thigh, thumb moving over the fabric so very slowly.]
[Alucard's reaction doesn't change, but he tries so very hard to melt further against Trevor. It's so very, very hard to do, but Alucard manages somehow. Trevor's barely begun and he's a stupid, besotted mess.]
Don't want to get used to it here and then mess up when we're elsewhere.
[His other hand needs something to rest upon. It settles for the top of Trevor's thigh, thumb moving over the fabric so very slowly.]
[ He doesn't go for the neck again, not yet. They have time, much as it's always tempting to strike where they've both learned full well the vampire is weakest. There's no need to rush. And things always do end up rushed more often than not when one of them goes for the neck.
Instead he hooks his head over Alucard's shoulder, giving a soft and appreciative sound when Alucard's hand settles against his leg. ]
You wouldn't. I know you wouldn't. [ He doesn't kiss this time, instead leaning his head against the side of Alucard's softly. ] But I appreciate the sentiment, I suppose. Guess being treated like I'm made o glass hasn't lost its novelty yet.
Instead he hooks his head over Alucard's shoulder, giving a soft and appreciative sound when Alucard's hand settles against his leg. ]
You wouldn't. I know you wouldn't. [ He doesn't kiss this time, instead leaning his head against the side of Alucard's softly. ] But I appreciate the sentiment, I suppose. Guess being treated like I'm made o glass hasn't lost its novelty yet.
In the heat of the moment, when you have me all too overwhelmed? It might.
[He says it warmly, making it clear that this version of the statement is a joke, not something the vampire is taking with any real sense of seriousness. This place isn't for seriousness.]
You're both precious to me. That's all it ever is, Trevor.
[This is good, this. In truth, Alucard would be happy to go no further than this point tonight, and enjoy the fact that he's being held and maybe spoiled just a little too much. This place is full of the romance that he suspects Trevor had in mind from the very outset, but it's better now. Alucard's here with no fears of reprisal from Dracula, and with complete and utter trust in Trevor to be kind.
It's freeing, letting him have complete control. Not having to worry about a single thing. Just knowing that he's loved and that it'll be shown in every action.
Alucard shifts his head, just so he can kiss Trevor's cheek.]
[He says it warmly, making it clear that this version of the statement is a joke, not something the vampire is taking with any real sense of seriousness. This place isn't for seriousness.]
You're both precious to me. That's all it ever is, Trevor.
[This is good, this. In truth, Alucard would be happy to go no further than this point tonight, and enjoy the fact that he's being held and maybe spoiled just a little too much. This place is full of the romance that he suspects Trevor had in mind from the very outset, but it's better now. Alucard's here with no fears of reprisal from Dracula, and with complete and utter trust in Trevor to be kind.
It's freeing, letting him have complete control. Not having to worry about a single thing. Just knowing that he's loved and that it'll be shown in every action.
Alucard shifts his head, just so he can kiss Trevor's cheek.]
[Alucard walks past the portrait of Leon in the hold with even warier eyes these days. Sypha and Trevor are yet to return home, and so he's yet to tell them of the experience of being thrown back into 11th century France, and his own uncertainty of how that matter came to pass. All he can say with confidence at this moment is that he most certainly had some sort of connection to the founder of the Belmont crusade against his father, and it was absolutely as bizarre and awkward as he might have ever expected the encounter to be.
It doesn't help that the Hold's staircase is still a work in progress, requiring Alucard to float up and down in order to access it. If he was a man who believed in such things, he'd swear the eyes of the portrait observed every ascent and descent.
Tonight, he's working well into the night with a pile of books - recent additions to the Hold that were never cataloged. They're mostly preoccupied with werethings in the west of Europe, and there's no personal connection to that. Managing the Hold is sometimes more fraught than Alucard expected Trevor thought it would be - there's so much discussion of killing things like himself that it does become overwhelming.
He sighs, reaching for a book that is simply a volume on alchemy.]
Last one. There's not enough light here.
[They're words said to an empty room. Alucard has managed to bullshit himself an eletric lantern for the Hold, but yet to rig up a proper electrical lighting system like the castle has.]
It doesn't help that the Hold's staircase is still a work in progress, requiring Alucard to float up and down in order to access it. If he was a man who believed in such things, he'd swear the eyes of the portrait observed every ascent and descent.
Tonight, he's working well into the night with a pile of books - recent additions to the Hold that were never cataloged. They're mostly preoccupied with werethings in the west of Europe, and there's no personal connection to that. Managing the Hold is sometimes more fraught than Alucard expected Trevor thought it would be - there's so much discussion of killing things like himself that it does become overwhelming.
He sighs, reaching for a book that is simply a volume on alchemy.]
Last one. There's not enough light here.
[They're words said to an empty room. Alucard has managed to bullshit himself an eletric lantern for the Hold, but yet to rig up a proper electrical lighting system like the castle has.]
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