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You have blood, Belmont.
[And I've been looking after you a very long time, Alucard does not say. He knows better, and with that, Alucard has to pause to figure out how to best move Trevor into a comfortable position.
All while his hand keeps combing through Trevor's hair.]
Don't worry. There will be no walking. We're just going to settle you down on the sofa, Trevor.
[And I've been looking after you a very long time, Alucard does not say. He knows better, and with that, Alucard has to pause to figure out how to best move Trevor into a comfortable position.
All while his hand keeps combing through Trevor's hair.]
Don't worry. There will be no walking. We're just going to settle you down on the sofa, Trevor.
[ Probably for the best that he doesn't say it. It'll be a long time yet before Trevor can communicate that this is the only time he doesn't feel guilty about letting himself be looked after. ]
Yeah. That sounds nice.
[ All of this is nice. Nice and warm and safe. So safe. The slow, constant movement of Alucard's hand through his hair is nearly hypnotising. ]
You'll stay? [ Please? ]
Yeah. That sounds nice.
[ All of this is nice. Nice and warm and safe. So safe. The slow, constant movement of Alucard's hand through his hair is nearly hypnotising. ]
You'll stay? [ Please? ]
I'll stay.
[Alucard's careful as he shifts Trevor down onto the sofa. He makes sure that all of Trevor is supported by the pillows, that his neck has extra cushioning. It's impossibly soft, but now Alucard? He's at a terribly strange angle and doesn't know how to extricate himself.]
But I'm getting you a blanket first. Is that okay?
[Alucard's careful as he shifts Trevor down onto the sofa. He makes sure that all of Trevor is supported by the pillows, that his neck has extra cushioning. It's impossibly soft, but now Alucard? He's at a terribly strange angle and doesn't know how to extricate himself.]
But I'm getting you a blanket first. Is that okay?
Hmm.
[ He has to think about that. Logically, for whatever part of him is operating on logic, he knows that he's going to get cold sooner rather than later lying still after blood loss. But it also means Alucard going. Means the hand in his hair stopping.
He looks up at Alucard, making sure to pull away just a little o they can see each other's faces. So Alucard can see how very serious he is (he just still looks soft and confused, in truth). ]
You have to come back.
[ He has to think about that. Logically, for whatever part of him is operating on logic, he knows that he's going to get cold sooner rather than later lying still after blood loss. But it also means Alucard going. Means the hand in his hair stopping.
He looks up at Alucard, making sure to pull away just a little o they can see each other's faces. So Alucard can see how very serious he is (he just still looks soft and confused, in truth). ]
You have to come back.
I'll come back.
[And he does. Alucard extracts himself from the sofa so very carefully, and once he's up, he takes one of the thick wool blankets that are draped over the little headboard that has been re-purposed for draping blankets over so they can get warmed.
(He could make a more efficient version of this, Alucard thinks to himself. He'll do it once he's well.)
Alucard comes back, and he makes a point of tucking Trevor in.]
See? Back.
[And he does. Alucard extracts himself from the sofa so very carefully, and once he's up, he takes one of the thick wool blankets that are draped over the little headboard that has been re-purposed for draping blankets over so they can get warmed.
(He could make a more efficient version of this, Alucard thinks to himself. He'll do it once he's well.)
Alucard comes back, and he makes a point of tucking Trevor in.]
See? Back.
Good. [ He chuckles. ] I gave you blood, so you have to stay with me.
[ He reaches up, and his arm is so, so heavy. He manages, though, and he curls a lock of Alucard's hair around his finger. ]
It's nice, that I can be part of you. Just a little part of something beautiful.
[ His hand hovers close to Alucard's cheek as the hair slips away from around his finger, but doesn't touch. ]
I'm so fucking lucky.
[ He reaches up, and his arm is so, so heavy. He manages, though, and he curls a lock of Alucard's hair around his finger. ]
It's nice, that I can be part of you. Just a little part of something beautiful.
[ His hand hovers close to Alucard's cheek as the hair slips away from around his finger, but doesn't touch. ]
I'm so fucking lucky.
Is that what it is for you?
[Alucard's aware that even like this, Trevor has managed to keep in mind the touch rules. It's good. Alucard leans in so that his cheek does brush against Trevor's hand, a quiet acknowledgement of his want and Alucard's ability to give right now.]
Being a part of me?
[Alucard's aware that even like this, Trevor has managed to keep in mind the touch rules. It's good. Alucard leans in so that his cheek does brush against Trevor's hand, a quiet acknowledgement of his want and Alucard's ability to give right now.]
Being a part of me?
Yeah.
[ He's soft enough with affection and bloodloss to be able to admit that right now, rather than be as dismissive as he was earlier. ]
Like the drink makes me someone I like better than me. But I'd rather be you than me, but drunk. S'better, that way.
[ He's soft enough with affection and bloodloss to be able to admit that right now, rather than be as dismissive as he was earlier. ]
Like the drink makes me someone I like better than me. But I'd rather be you than me, but drunk. S'better, that way.
[So, not a sex thing. Not a sex thing at all.
Alucard sighs, his hand coming to rest over that bandage.]
And if Sypha and I simply like you for you? What then?
Alucard sighs, his hand coming to rest over that bandage.]
And if Sypha and I simply like you for you? What then?
[ A little bit a sex thing, but he'll have to work through the emotional shit before it can be that proper. ]
I- shit, I don't know. I don't even know who the fuck that would be, other than shitty company.
[ Who even is he, outside of the context of being a Belmont. Of the church. Of everything that's asked blood from him before and never repaid in care the way that Alucard and Sypha do. Who the fuck is he in peacetime? It wasn't something he had to think about before, not when he could just leave and go to do Belmont things when the question started burning too hot. Maybe in a few more months things will be normal enough that he can start doing that again. But for now he has to think about these things, and he doesn't care for it. ]
I- shit, I don't know. I don't even know who the fuck that would be, other than shitty company.
[ Who even is he, outside of the context of being a Belmont. Of the church. Of everything that's asked blood from him before and never repaid in care the way that Alucard and Sypha do. Who the fuck is he in peacetime? It wasn't something he had to think about before, not when he could just leave and go to do Belmont things when the question started burning too hot. Maybe in a few more months things will be normal enough that he can start doing that again. But for now he has to think about these things, and he doesn't care for it. ]
Do you want to know the person I see most days?
[It's a very dangerous thing they're embarking on here. Alucard knows it. But it seems important to go down that route anyway.]
[It's a very dangerous thing they're embarking on here. Alucard knows it. But it seems important to go down that route anyway.]
[ He has to think about that. Really think, so much as he’s able to right now. He doesn’t know what he’ll hear. Doesn’t know what he’d want to hear. ]
If you say something shitty I’m going to tell Sypha you were a dick to me even though I gave you blood.
If you say something shitty I’m going to tell Sypha you were a dick to me even though I gave you blood.
[Alucard snorts softly.]
I fear her too much to ever do that.
[It's a truth.]
You're...I struggled with you for a very long time, Trevor. I can't lie about that. But Sypha loved you because you cared. Because you felt compelled to do right by her, and because you were more than just a family crest. You were someone with your own values, some that aligned with your family's, some that were clearly your own. The things that were your own, those were the things that mattered to me.
The person I see now is someone who's been through so much, and yet maintained dignity and a sense of purpose - a different one than would be expected of him at first, but perhaps a better purpose now.
I also see someone that I love.
I fear her too much to ever do that.
[It's a truth.]
You're...I struggled with you for a very long time, Trevor. I can't lie about that. But Sypha loved you because you cared. Because you felt compelled to do right by her, and because you were more than just a family crest. You were someone with your own values, some that aligned with your family's, some that were clearly your own. The things that were your own, those were the things that mattered to me.
The person I see now is someone who's been through so much, and yet maintained dignity and a sense of purpose - a different one than would be expected of him at first, but perhaps a better purpose now.
I also see someone that I love.
[It doesn't only look ridiculous, it feels ridiculous. Logically, Trevor knows Adrian can toss him around whenever he pleases, but knowing the dhampir's capabilities rarely makes the reality of it easier to digest. It's a sobering reminder; Adrian allows Trevor to touch him -- hell, allows Trevor to live -- simply because Trevor has earned the privilege.
Gingerly, Trevor lifts his bandaged arm around Adrian's shoulders. He's not sure how this is meant to be more comfortable for him, but he's too chuffed and tired to argue at the moment.]
Gingerly, Trevor lifts his bandaged arm around Adrian's shoulders. He's not sure how this is meant to be more comfortable for him, but he's too chuffed and tired to argue at the moment.]
[What matter is ridiculous when moving somewhere safe is much more important? Alucard has no problem carrying Trevor around like this. He weighs as much as a grape, maybe two, to the dhampir.
It's good, having that arm around him. Means that Trevor is present and responsive.]
You can close your eyes, if you'd like. Get a little bit of rest.
It's good, having that arm around him. Means that Trevor is present and responsive.]
You can close your eyes, if you'd like. Get a little bit of rest.
[That seems to be the permission Trevor needs to finally consciousness. He's been exhausted beyond words for the better part of the day, and anything that happens between now and the manor is completely out of his control. Better to take himself out of the equation for a while, eschew embarrassment.
He's accustomed to falling asleep like this, in any case; arms wound around Adrian's shoulders, face buried in his hair, surrounded by his scent. It's no great chore to do so now.]
He's accustomed to falling asleep like this, in any case; arms wound around Adrian's shoulders, face buried in his hair, surrounded by his scent. It's no great chore to do so now.]
[The rest goes like this: Alucard manages to get them both to the nearest carriage house, which is a good two miles away. He moves as a human and not as a vampire, and for that, it takes much more time. But he's able to rest, and once a carriage does arrive with the morning light, Alucard is able to pay to make the darn thing go at double speed for his companion's sake.
Once home, he undresses Trevor entirely. Cleans him off, then examines the additional injurires. Dresses them, treats them, then tucks Trevor in under several layers of blankets so that he will be warm and safe.
The fire is pointless, since the house is heated. Alucard lights it anyway, then sits in bed reading until Trevor decides to come to again.]
Once home, he undresses Trevor entirely. Cleans him off, then examines the additional injurires. Dresses them, treats them, then tucks Trevor in under several layers of blankets so that he will be warm and safe.
The fire is pointless, since the house is heated. Alucard lights it anyway, then sits in bed reading until Trevor decides to come to again.]
I- shit.
[ If he wasn’t already basically floored by affection and blood loss right now, that would have done it. He takes his hand from Alucard’s face, turning to lie on his back and bringing his arm over his eyes. It’s a moment before he does anything else, and when he does it’s a chuckle. A soft, slightly heavy one. The kind that’s disguising something else. ]
Shit, Adrian. The fuck am I meant to say to that?
[ Gradually he brings his arm away from his eyes, leaving them exposed and heavy and glassy. ]
I still don’t see it. But I’ll try to figure out what I’ve done to trick you into- all of that. And I’ll do more of it.
[ If he wasn’t already basically floored by affection and blood loss right now, that would have done it. He takes his hand from Alucard’s face, turning to lie on his back and bringing his arm over his eyes. It’s a moment before he does anything else, and when he does it’s a chuckle. A soft, slightly heavy one. The kind that’s disguising something else. ]
Shit, Adrian. The fuck am I meant to say to that?
[ Gradually he brings his arm away from his eyes, leaving them exposed and heavy and glassy. ]
I still don’t see it. But I’ll try to figure out what I’ve done to trick you into- all of that. And I’ll do more of it.
[When Alucard's hand reaches down, it's to brush some of the hair away from Trevor's forehead. To arrange everything just so, and to try and make him feel just a little bit better. Alucard knows he's maybe said too much. But he can't seem to make himself care.]
I don't know. I think those kinds of statements end with kisses.
[His hand moves down, resting gingerly atop the bandage again.]
We can only ask that you continue to be yourself. Nothing more or less.
I don't know. I think those kinds of statements end with kisses.
[His hand moves down, resting gingerly atop the bandage again.]
We can only ask that you continue to be yourself. Nothing more or less.
I think I can manage that.
[ A long sigh follows, which is apparently the sound that the human body makes while processing feelings into cocksure bullshit because when it ends the lopsided smirk if back. Tired and soft and too warm to get the full effect, but back. ]
So- you going to tell me more about this 'kisses' thing? Sounds good. Think I'm interested.
[ A long sigh follows, which is apparently the sound that the human body makes while processing feelings into cocksure bullshit because when it ends the lopsided smirk if back. Tired and soft and too warm to get the full effect, but back. ]
So- you going to tell me more about this 'kisses' thing? Sounds good. Think I'm interested.
[Trevor's in and out of consciousness for nearly a full day, some of which is spent burning off the last of a lingering fever. But the chills aren't much beneath his mountain of blankets, and Adrian's presence lends an air of safety that keeps him anchored whenever he starts to shiver. And once the fever has gone, Trevor elects to press his forehead against Adrian's waist, if only because the dhampir's scent has always helped him sleep soundly.
Blissfully, he doesn't dream. He considers that a blessing, when he finally wakes well into the following night. It's unusual for him, but he's in no rush to roll out of bed just yet. His arm still aches, along with a few of the deeper gashes along his ribcage, and he just wants to stay still for a while, even if consciousness continues to impose itself upon him.]
What time is it? [He grumbles, lifting his head minutely.]
Blissfully, he doesn't dream. He considers that a blessing, when he finally wakes well into the following night. It's unusual for him, but he's in no rush to roll out of bed just yet. His arm still aches, along with a few of the deeper gashes along his ribcage, and he just wants to stay still for a while, even if consciousness continues to impose itself upon him.]
What time is it? [He grumbles, lifting his head minutely.]
One o'clock in the morning.
[Alucard looks up from the book he is holding, eyes settling down on Trevor. He's content being a Belmont pillow, and having an excuse to catch up on an alarming backlog of books.]
How are you feeling?
[Alucard looks up from the book he is holding, eyes settling down on Trevor. He's content being a Belmont pillow, and having an excuse to catch up on an alarming backlog of books.]
How are you feeling?
Hm. Am I?
[He can't be mean. Not when Trevor's like this. So Alucard leans down and kisses Trevor softly on the lips, almost scared that even that will be too much.]
[He can't be mean. Not when Trevor's like this. So Alucard leans down and kisses Trevor softly on the lips, almost scared that even that will be too much.]
Like death warmed over.
[It will pass. It always does, but Trevor will be damned if he doesn't take the opportunity to be as dramatic as humanly possible about it in the meantime. Sometimes, Adrian actually believes it, and not that he needs an excuse to allow for touch, but...
Trevor rolls onto his back and grumbles as he scrubs the heel of his hand against his temple. His head aches, and he'd blame it on the potion if that fruit weren't already hanging so low.]
Have we got any of that willow bark shit?
[Adrian's given it to him before. Shit, because that's how it tastes, but it does the trick for pain.]
[It will pass. It always does, but Trevor will be damned if he doesn't take the opportunity to be as dramatic as humanly possible about it in the meantime. Sometimes, Adrian actually believes it, and not that he needs an excuse to allow for touch, but...
Trevor rolls onto his back and grumbles as he scrubs the heel of his hand against his temple. His head aches, and he'd blame it on the potion if that fruit weren't already hanging so low.]
Have we got any of that willow bark shit?
[Adrian's given it to him before. Shit, because that's how it tastes, but it does the trick for pain.]
We do, yes.
[But that requires Alucard carefully removing himself from the bed, and he's making a point to clarify that such a thing happening is acceptable in the first place.]
Do you want anything else while I'm up?
[But that requires Alucard carefully removing himself from the bed, and he's making a point to clarify that such a thing happening is acceptable in the first place.]
Do you want anything else while I'm up?
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