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[Through there, the Belmont says, and all of Alucard deflates. His room. His old room, the one his parents insisted that they keep in tact because they had done so much work in putting it together and because well, Alucard still used that drafting table from time to time.
There's no time for self pity though, and Alucard forces the emotional gut punch of the whole thing aside. There's a young...woman? Man? Woman, the Belmont said her, curled around his wolf, and the headwound looks cosmetically bad. He's quick to kneel down beside her, then place the box down next to him.
The Belmont's wary. So Alucard is quick to explain what he's doing as he opens the chest.]
I'm going to apply a little bit of alcohol on the cloth to prevent the wound from being infected. After that, I'm going to want to examine how deep it is, in case there is a need for stitches. If there is, I'll do that work. If there isn't, I'll simply wash the wound out, apply the alcohol again, and then see to your companion's bandages.
Is that acceptable?
There's no time for self pity though, and Alucard forces the emotional gut punch of the whole thing aside. There's a young...woman? Man? Woman, the Belmont said her, curled around his wolf, and the headwound looks cosmetically bad. He's quick to kneel down beside her, then place the box down next to him.
The Belmont's wary. So Alucard is quick to explain what he's doing as he opens the chest.]
I'm going to apply a little bit of alcohol on the cloth to prevent the wound from being infected. After that, I'm going to want to examine how deep it is, in case there is a need for stitches. If there is, I'll do that work. If there isn't, I'll simply wash the wound out, apply the alcohol again, and then see to your companion's bandages.
Is that acceptable?
Here I was thinking that you felt bad about cheating.
[And yes, it is certainly a wise call to not say his first implication. Then again, it is a little about the fact that she also lost the bet... And, if she is being honest, it had been a very nice sight, the two of them.
Sypha would have just like to have won.]
[And yes, it is certainly a wise call to not say his first implication. Then again, it is a little about the fact that she also lost the bet... And, if she is being honest, it had been a very nice sight, the two of them.
Sypha would have just like to have won.]
Mm.
[ He doesn't like it. Sypha's bleeding, and he really shouldn't let a vampire anywhere near her in that state. If Alucard hadn't very clearly been well fed before this, he'd be separating them already. ]
Fine. Get the wound drunk. [ That's what applying alcohol does, right? It sounds- well, it sounds like she'll be in less pain that way, at least. ] But one wrong fucking move, and you go back in the vampire box.
[ He doesn't like it. Sypha's bleeding, and he really shouldn't let a vampire anywhere near her in that state. If Alucard hadn't very clearly been well fed before this, he'd be separating them already. ]
Fine. Get the wound drunk. [ That's what applying alcohol does, right? It sounds- well, it sounds like she'll be in less pain that way, at least. ] But one wrong fucking move, and you go back in the vampire box.
Understood.
[He doesn't try and correct the Belmont's bad science or assumptions. He only does the work as he said he would, quiet and calculated as he goes about it. There is a point where he leans in to get a better sense of the wound's depth, but Alucard is smart. He doesn't linger. He only makes one announcement:]
No stitches needed.
[And that's all there is. The wound is dressed and bandaged, and Alucard then packs the kit up. He even backs up to show the Belmont that he's done, not as a sign of trust but to indicate that if Trevor has doubts, he can inspect Alucard's handiwork.[
[He doesn't try and correct the Belmont's bad science or assumptions. He only does the work as he said he would, quiet and calculated as he goes about it. There is a point where he leans in to get a better sense of the wound's depth, but Alucard is smart. He doesn't linger. He only makes one announcement:]
No stitches needed.
[And that's all there is. The wound is dressed and bandaged, and Alucard then packs the kit up. He even backs up to show the Belmont that he's done, not as a sign of trust but to indicate that if Trevor has doubts, he can inspect Alucard's handiwork.[
Oh, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you on that front.
[And IT WASN'T CHEATING! Additional guidelines were never set down!]
Come here?
[And IT WASN'T CHEATING! Additional guidelines were never set down!]
Come here?
[ The tension in him grows as Alucard works. No stitches, at least. He's probably end up either staking the vampire of giving himself a heart attack if he had to deal with watching as Alucard stabbed a needle into her. His shoulders sink in relief when the vampire finally backs away, and he moves over to Sypha. Not to examine Alucard's work - he doesn't understand Alucard's work. But to look her over and sigh, coiling a strand of her hair around one finger.
There's been a vampire hanging over her for the last few minutes, and she hasn't even stirred. He sighs at that, the energy leaving his body entirely as he sinks to the ground, leaning back against the bed. ]
If her mind's not right when she wakes up, get her out of the castle. There's a window, you can float. Seems the best way to get her to safety.
There's been a vampire hanging over her for the last few minutes, and she hasn't even stirred. He sighs at that, the energy leaving his body entirely as he sinks to the ground, leaning back against the bed. ]
If her mind's not right when she wakes up, get her out of the castle. There's a window, you can float. Seems the best way to get her to safety.
You realize that requires a detailed assessment, not just...hearing a few words out of her mouth, yes?
[Alucard's back rests on the wall, his hand ghosting over the drafting table. This Belmont's Speaker companion must mean an awful lot if he's this protective. The way his fingers curl in his hair, it's familiar. Loving.
A horrible noise almost escapes Alucard's throat at that. Not the time. Not the place. Not the person to do it in front of.]
She won't protest at your death and being foisted off on some stranger?
[Alucard's back rests on the wall, his hand ghosting over the drafting table. This Belmont's Speaker companion must mean an awful lot if he's this protective. The way his fingers curl in his hair, it's familiar. Loving.
A horrible noise almost escapes Alucard's throat at that. Not the time. Not the place. Not the person to do it in front of.]
She won't protest at your death and being foisted off on some stranger?
I've yet to find anything she doesn't protest at. If she can't walk properly and aim right, she can't be here. She's just going to get [ herself killed. ] in the way.
[ He shakes his head. ]
And if she weren't in the habit of foisting herself off onto strangers, she wouldn't even be here.
[ He shakes his head. ]
And if she weren't in the habit of foisting herself off onto strangers, she wouldn't even be here.
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[Alucard nods quietly, then closes his eyes. It's the only way he can block out the worst of his thoughts right now.]
Very well, Belmont. And if she yells at me, I will blame you entirely. Does she have a name?
Very well, Belmont. And if she yells at me, I will blame you entirely. Does she have a name?
[With a retort like that, does he actually expect her to come?
She gives a little sniff, although damn him for being him. That soft sigh comes, and she half closes the door a little further, although only to grab something to cover up, wrapping it around her shoulders and tucking the sides in.]
Do not complain if your soup gets cold, or if Trevor eats it all.
She gives a little sniff, although damn him for being him. That soft sigh comes, and she half closes the door a little further, although only to grab something to cover up, wrapping it around her shoulders and tucking the sides in.]
Do not complain if your soup gets cold, or if Trevor eats it all.
That's just a good reason to yell at Trevor.
[He shouldn't sound excited about that, but here we are. Alucard moves his book aside and lifts his arm up, just leaving it an option if Sypha wants to snuggle up against his side rather than simply sit.]
[He shouldn't sound excited about that, but here we are. Alucard moves his book aside and lifts his arm up, just leaving it an option if Sypha wants to snuggle up against his side rather than simply sit.]
Sypha. Her name’s Sypha.
[ He leans his head back. He’s not had a chance at rest in the last few days, and now all of a sudden he can do nothing but. He can’t let his guard down entirely, not with a vampire around, but- god, even just sitting for a moment is a luxury. ]
You really managed to piss off the boss, didn’t you? Never heard of him going out of his way to keep someone alive. Just how badly did you fuck up?
[ He leans his head back. He’s not had a chance at rest in the last few days, and now all of a sudden he can do nothing but. He can’t let his guard down entirely, not with a vampire around, but- god, even just sitting for a moment is a luxury. ]
You really managed to piss off the boss, didn’t you? Never heard of him going out of his way to keep someone alive. Just how badly did you fuck up?
Sypha.
[He repeats the name once and then....Trevor opens his mouth.
That finally gets Alucard to open his eyes, and they're glaring at Trevor with a barely concealed fury.]
I attempted to talk sense into my father the minute after he declared war on humanity, but he would hear no sense and thought it wise to strike me down instead. I can only assume that somewhere in his mind, he remembered that I am the only living legacy of my mother, and has tried to keep that fact alive.
[He repeats the name once and then....Trevor opens his mouth.
That finally gets Alucard to open his eyes, and they're glaring at Trevor with a barely concealed fury.]
I attempted to talk sense into my father the minute after he declared war on humanity, but he would hear no sense and thought it wise to strike me down instead. I can only assume that somewhere in his mind, he remembered that I am the only living legacy of my mother, and has tried to keep that fact alive.
Maybe for you. I ate first.
[Matter of fact. Although she knew both men could fend for themselves if need be, and it isn't like anyone would starve to death before the next meal.
There is contemplation, before Sypha does settle next to him, nudging up next to him.]
Trying to butter me up for cheating is going to take more than this.
[Matter of fact. Although she knew both men could fend for themselves if need be, and it isn't like anyone would starve to death before the next meal.
There is contemplation, before Sypha does settle next to him, nudging up next to him.]
Trying to butter me up for cheating is going to take more than this.
[Trevor's own order -- wagyu filet, rare -- is laughably predictable but notably without alcohol to accompany it. He does have some sense. Sometimes. Currently, it's being employed under the knowledge that he needs to have a somewhat clear head moving forward, and the awareness that he's nearly polished off half their champagne bottle as-is. He's not going to lead this conversation as a drunken mess.
The server is off again, and Trevor takes a moment to come back to himself -- to remember what they were talking about. Right, opera. And Adrian liking to go out with him, which almost sets Trevor to short-circuiting again. It's infuriating, how often Adrian does that to him; arrests thought, flatters him to thoughtlessness. And there's that notion again, that Trevor's become his thrall.
But perhaps real love is just as sinister.]
I have something of an ulterior motive for bringing you out tonight. It might be better to get that out of the way first.
[If the finer details of it weren't digging their claws deep into his mind...]
The server is off again, and Trevor takes a moment to come back to himself -- to remember what they were talking about. Right, opera. And Adrian liking to go out with him, which almost sets Trevor to short-circuiting again. It's infuriating, how often Adrian does that to him; arrests thought, flatters him to thoughtlessness. And there's that notion again, that Trevor's become his thrall.
But perhaps real love is just as sinister.]
I have something of an ulterior motive for bringing you out tonight. It might be better to get that out of the way first.
[If the finer details of it weren't digging their claws deep into his mind...]
Hm?
[Alucard doesn't look too terribly surprised at the idea of Trevor having another motive for doing this. But underneath that cool surface is real concern. It's...probably a good thing? Somehow? But Trevor's mind is a strange place, one that Alucard thinks he understands a portion of but does not dare to dive too far into. He worries so much about Trevor as it is. Living in that headspace would only make things worse.
He lets go of the champagne glass in his hand, but doesn't let go of Trevor's. He keeps running his thumb over Trevor's knuckle. The pace doesn't change, but the texture of it does. A cautious curiosity and concern, unsure of what way to lean.]
I'm listening.
[Alucard doesn't look too terribly surprised at the idea of Trevor having another motive for doing this. But underneath that cool surface is real concern. It's...probably a good thing? Somehow? But Trevor's mind is a strange place, one that Alucard thinks he understands a portion of but does not dare to dive too far into. He worries so much about Trevor as it is. Living in that headspace would only make things worse.
He lets go of the champagne glass in his hand, but doesn't let go of Trevor's. He keeps running his thumb over Trevor's knuckle. The pace doesn't change, but the texture of it does. A cautious curiosity and concern, unsure of what way to lean.]
I'm listening.
I just thought, maybe we should--
[And there it is, lost for words again. Trevor's gaze fixes on Adrian's hand, watching his thumb drift over Trevor's dry knuckles (dry, because they're prone to chapping and Sypha's only just introduced him to the concept of moisturizer), painfully aware of how soft Adrian is, how thoughtful and gentle. The difference between them is almost literally night and day, but even after all his obsessing and agonizing over it, Trevor doesn't want this to stop. There's no reason for it to stop, not when for some unfathomable reason, it actually makes the three of them incredibly happy. Mysterious ways, indeed.
Trevor chances meeting Adrian's gaze again -- sharp and golden -- and very nearly loses his nerve. His stomach drops, like staring over the fathoms of a cliff face. What is this terror? He's faced horrific leviathans and undefinable monstrosities, but this? This feels apocalyptic.
Slow, deep breath. Center. He can do this.]
You said... something. And maybe we should define what that means. I wouldn't want to lay all the foundation until Sypha has her say too. But if we can figure out what we are to each other, or what we want to be, maybe that will make the rest of it easier when she gets back.
[And there it is, lost for words again. Trevor's gaze fixes on Adrian's hand, watching his thumb drift over Trevor's dry knuckles (dry, because they're prone to chapping and Sypha's only just introduced him to the concept of moisturizer), painfully aware of how soft Adrian is, how thoughtful and gentle. The difference between them is almost literally night and day, but even after all his obsessing and agonizing over it, Trevor doesn't want this to stop. There's no reason for it to stop, not when for some unfathomable reason, it actually makes the three of them incredibly happy. Mysterious ways, indeed.
Trevor chances meeting Adrian's gaze again -- sharp and golden -- and very nearly loses his nerve. His stomach drops, like staring over the fathoms of a cliff face. What is this terror? He's faced horrific leviathans and undefinable monstrosities, but this? This feels apocalyptic.
Slow, deep breath. Center. He can do this.]
You said... something. And maybe we should define what that means. I wouldn't want to lay all the foundation until Sypha has her say too. But if we can figure out what we are to each other, or what we want to be, maybe that will make the rest of it easier when she gets back.
Something indeed.
[Alucard closes his eyes for a moment, his word absolutely drenched in warmth. Something like this means actually using the word dating, and part of him wants to joke that if this is a first date, everything else is going to pale in comparison.
But no. That would stop the big, grand gestures, and Alucard wants more of those. Perhaps that's too demanding - he doesn't know Trevor's finances, he doesn't know if the Belmont can access his family's wealth really - but he wants them all the same. It's an expression of love and devotion, just like how Alucard makes dinner for everyone, or refuses to let them pay for groceries and the like, or any other basic living expenses. It's his way of taking care of the other two. Saying I love you without ever voicing the words.
Alucard's eyes open. Both of his hands wrap around Trevor's, and the hold on gently.]
I want to keep dating you, Trevor Belmont. I care about you and your well being, and I want you to be happier than you were the day before.
Is that enough of a foundation?
[Alucard closes his eyes for a moment, his word absolutely drenched in warmth. Something like this means actually using the word dating, and part of him wants to joke that if this is a first date, everything else is going to pale in comparison.
But no. That would stop the big, grand gestures, and Alucard wants more of those. Perhaps that's too demanding - he doesn't know Trevor's finances, he doesn't know if the Belmont can access his family's wealth really - but he wants them all the same. It's an expression of love and devotion, just like how Alucard makes dinner for everyone, or refuses to let them pay for groceries and the like, or any other basic living expenses. It's his way of taking care of the other two. Saying I love you without ever voicing the words.
Alucard's eyes open. Both of his hands wrap around Trevor's, and the hold on gently.]
I want to keep dating you, Trevor Belmont. I care about you and your well being, and I want you to be happier than you were the day before.
Is that enough of a foundation?
[Dating is a strange word for it, but what else are they supposed to call it at this juncture? That's by leaps and bounds a far better answer than Trevor expected. He'd expected laughter at best, but this? This was reasonable. A dialogue of acceptance, and he could work with this if he could just keep finding the words.
He was actually doing surprisingly well in that department. Thank God for champagne.
But Trevor smiles. Not a shit-eating grin, not a sideways smirk, but an actual genuine smile, wide and warm and beautiful. There's relief in his posture too, in the way his shoulders relax and he looks as if he can actually breathe again.]
Yes. [And before Adrian's hands can slip away again, Trevor grips them gently and brings both to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of each.] Yes. Thank you.
He was actually doing surprisingly well in that department. Thank God for champagne.
But Trevor smiles. Not a shit-eating grin, not a sideways smirk, but an actual genuine smile, wide and warm and beautiful. There's relief in his posture too, in the way his shoulders relax and he looks as if he can actually breathe again.]
Yes. [And before Adrian's hands can slip away again, Trevor grips them gently and brings both to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of each.] Yes. Thank you.
[Son of a bitch, Trevor just stole what Alucard was planning on doing next with Trevor's hand. Now he can't, lest he just look like a copycat.
God if the kisses don't put a tinge of pink to Alucard's cheeks though, the same way that that smile, one without sarcasm or being a dick nearly lights up the entire room. It's an expression Alucard has never seen cross Trevor's face, and now he'd pay millions to see it at least once every day.]
There's nothing to say thank you for. [His voice is soft, and there's such love in it.] I'm yours and Sypha's. That's all I can truly say.
God if the kisses don't put a tinge of pink to Alucard's cheeks though, the same way that that smile, one without sarcasm or being a dick nearly lights up the entire room. It's an expression Alucard has never seen cross Trevor's face, and now he'd pay millions to see it at least once every day.]
There's nothing to say thank you for. [His voice is soft, and there's such love in it.] I'm yours and Sypha's. That's all I can truly say.
"It's partially my own fault. I seem to lack tact when it comes to where our conversation should tread— I can't seem to hold a pleasant one with you, despite my desire to do so." [ Leon's very quick to forgive and meet the words with those of his own. It's true, he's wanted nothing more than to get along with Alucard. To some extent he feels connected to him through both Mathias and this Trevor Belmont who will later carry his blood. He doesn't want to stay on bad terms, if he can help it. ]
"What are those two like? Trevor isn't a name I'd decide for my child." [ Grateful for the introduction of a positive subject. He'd much rather talk about this than the unfairness of tragedy. ]
"What are those two like? Trevor isn't a name I'd decide for my child." [ Grateful for the introduction of a positive subject. He'd much rather talk about this than the unfairness of tragedy. ]
Your- father.
[ If he's taken note of Alucard's rage, he's too exhausted to care. He's heard about Lisa and her fate from the speakers and- well, he has thoughts on that shit but so far he's been doing an excellent job of pretending he doesn't. He continues to do this.
He suddenly realises the significance of there being a child's bedroom in this place, though, of where they are. Of the doll Sypha's curled herself up around. ]
Well. Shit. [ That's all the acknowledgement he's capable of of the emotional side of that, but he looks up, remembering the nasty fucking scar. It looks- mostly closed, at least. ] Any danger of that opening up and you dying on us out of nowhere?
[ If he's taken note of Alucard's rage, he's too exhausted to care. He's heard about Lisa and her fate from the speakers and- well, he has thoughts on that shit but so far he's been doing an excellent job of pretending he doesn't. He continues to do this.
He suddenly realises the significance of there being a child's bedroom in this place, though, of where they are. Of the doll Sypha's curled herself up around. ]
Well. Shit. [ That's all the acknowledgement he's capable of of the emotional side of that, but he looks up, remembering the nasty fucking scar. It looks- mostly closed, at least. ] Any danger of that opening up and you dying on us out of nowhere?
My father.
[Alucard's voice is steadier than he feels. There's a quiet moment where he walks to the door of the bedroom, wanting as much space from the bedroom as possible. He won't ask to move Sypha, she's injured and clearly his old wolf friend is providing some comfort, but he can try and extract himself from the place as much as possible.]
I do not believe so. I have been at rest for a year now. It's as healed as it will ever be.
[Alucard's voice is steadier than he feels. There's a quiet moment where he walks to the door of the bedroom, wanting as much space from the bedroom as possible. He won't ask to move Sypha, she's injured and clearly his old wolf friend is providing some comfort, but he can try and extract himself from the place as much as possible.]
I do not believe so. I have been at rest for a year now. It's as healed as it will ever be.
Ah. I'll starve into nothingness then.
[It's a joke. A bad one, but right now, nothing's going to make things better.
Sypha does settle in though, and once she's there, both of Alucard's arms wrap around her and tug Sypha in close against him. Well, against his bare chest, which on one hand is the cause of all the problems here, but on the other, is still a very naked and muscular chest.]
Even if I propose that we just...don't make any more bets ever again?
[It's a joke. A bad one, but right now, nothing's going to make things better.
Sypha does settle in though, and once she's there, both of Alucard's arms wrap around her and tug Sypha in close against him. Well, against his bare chest, which on one hand is the cause of all the problems here, but on the other, is still a very naked and muscular chest.]
Even if I propose that we just...don't make any more bets ever again?
[Alucard lets out a very, very soft sigh, his gaze turned downward at the great big Belmont index. There's a moment he takes to tuck his hair back behind his ears, as the stuff's getting in the way.]
You...represent a great many things in this house, Leon Belmont. Those things are sometimes contradictory, or as you've already deduced, emotionally loaded. They're likewise things that you can't possibly know until they are said.
[It's not fine, but Alucard's trying. Hard.]
After a Treffor, apparently. Sypha was just as confused, as the name is very much not French. As for how to describe them both.
[Alucard pauses, shaking his head with a stupid fondness.] Sypha's among the Speakers. Quick and quick witted, with far more emotional intelligence than either of us combined. A magic user with no equal, and a woman who refuses to deal with anyone's nonsense. I've never had the pleasure of the company with someone else with such a calm, cool head on her shoulders or someone who makes herself so easy to love. We've spent so many hours down here bickering about dead languages that I think Trevor resents it.
[Trevor mostly just gets bored and then complains that they've been gone all day.]
He's...prickly. And guarded. Things took a poor turn and he needed armor that no other Belmont required for the world, but there is a fundamental sense of morality in him. It just hides under a gruffer exterior that loves to protest and be sarcastic. Hardly a model knight, but neither of us would want that anyway. Rough around the edges and complaining is a far better man to--
[Oh.]
We're...all involved with each other, even if a marriage between three people is impossible without one of us being a dhampir and the other being a Speaker and thus a heretic in the eyes of the Church.
You...represent a great many things in this house, Leon Belmont. Those things are sometimes contradictory, or as you've already deduced, emotionally loaded. They're likewise things that you can't possibly know until they are said.
[It's not fine, but Alucard's trying. Hard.]
After a Treffor, apparently. Sypha was just as confused, as the name is very much not French. As for how to describe them both.
[Alucard pauses, shaking his head with a stupid fondness.] Sypha's among the Speakers. Quick and quick witted, with far more emotional intelligence than either of us combined. A magic user with no equal, and a woman who refuses to deal with anyone's nonsense. I've never had the pleasure of the company with someone else with such a calm, cool head on her shoulders or someone who makes herself so easy to love. We've spent so many hours down here bickering about dead languages that I think Trevor resents it.
[Trevor mostly just gets bored and then complains that they've been gone all day.]
He's...prickly. And guarded. Things took a poor turn and he needed armor that no other Belmont required for the world, but there is a fundamental sense of morality in him. It just hides under a gruffer exterior that loves to protest and be sarcastic. Hardly a model knight, but neither of us would want that anyway. Rough around the edges and complaining is a far better man to--
[Oh.]
We're...all involved with each other, even if a marriage between three people is impossible without one of us being a dhampir and the other being a Speaker and thus a heretic in the eyes of the Church.
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