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[ He tilts his head in confusion at that last comment, but nods. ]
We’ll head back to the room once she’s awake.
We’ll head back to the room once she’s awake.
Very well. I'll see if any others of my father's kind remain.
[So Alucard stands. Walks out of the hold, quiet save for the occasional sound of his boots against the floor. He's so tired. So scared. So wanting to be done with all of this, and the matter has only begun.]
[So Alucard stands. Walks out of the hold, quiet save for the occasional sound of his boots against the floor. He's so tired. So scared. So wanting to be done with all of this, and the matter has only begun.]
[Hector wastes no time running a bath with the hottest water the castle can produce. As good as it is to relax in the steaming waters, Hector has never been inclined to sit idle when there is a task to be done.
Knowing that the end result will be scrutiny by a sensitive vampire nose, Hector takes care to scrub every inch of himself, twice. He avoids using any perfumed salts or scented soaps; the point of this experiment isn't to mask his scent. He wants to know if the scent he bears is a result of his actions or if it is a fact of his being.
He washes his hair, wrings it dry, and finally rises from the tub to towel himself off. Dressing back in his own clothes would taint the experiment, so he pulls on a robe instead before stepping out barefoot into the east wing chamber.
And there Alucard sits, bathed in sunlight, resting or dozing and looking impossibly serene and beautiful. 'Breathtaking' does not feel like too strong a word to use. Hector, with his skin scrubbed pink and his hair hanging wet around his face, feels shabby in his presence.
Hector watches him for a moment, free for once to look his fill at the other man. Then he clears his throat to break the hypnotic spell and return to whatever this experiment of theirs is.]
Knowing that the end result will be scrutiny by a sensitive vampire nose, Hector takes care to scrub every inch of himself, twice. He avoids using any perfumed salts or scented soaps; the point of this experiment isn't to mask his scent. He wants to know if the scent he bears is a result of his actions or if it is a fact of his being.
He washes his hair, wrings it dry, and finally rises from the tub to towel himself off. Dressing back in his own clothes would taint the experiment, so he pulls on a robe instead before stepping out barefoot into the east wing chamber.
And there Alucard sits, bathed in sunlight, resting or dozing and looking impossibly serene and beautiful. 'Breathtaking' does not feel like too strong a word to use. Hector, with his skin scrubbed pink and his hair hanging wet around his face, feels shabby in his presence.
Hector watches him for a moment, free for once to look his fill at the other man. Then he clears his throat to break the hypnotic spell and return to whatever this experiment of theirs is.]
[ Whether or not the castle has windows seems to be based more upon its mood and the allegience of any given part of it to Alucard or his father than on any proximity to its outer walls. Rooms that look to have windows from the outside have none if that part of the castle hasn't yet been convinced to aid Alucard. Passages that by all right should be in the centre of the castle and away from all natural light are lined with bright glass if that part of the castle wants to make itself safe for him. They look out at places that aren't Wallachia, some of them. Places that don't even look like they're on this world.
But this room always seems to have windows. Great, arched ones, and a ceiling of glass. A telescope in the room's heart, and star charts scattered across desks. Dracula has long had a more powerful, more complete observatory. The castle seems to think that means he forgot this one, that he used in its youth. That it's a safe place to be. ]
But sunlight reflected in a mirror harms vampires. If moonlight were truly reflected sunlight, surely it would- [ Juliet trails off. ] -oh, that was rude, wasn't it? I shouldn't be thinking about how to kill you while you're talking about the moon. Don't mind me, just tell me more things about the sky. I'm very nearly romanced, you know.
[ Her tone makes it sound like a joke, but her arms are around Alucard's shoulders, her cloak bundled around both of them as they look out at the night sky. She listens intently, only occasionally popping in to add comments about sunlight, speculation on what must make it different from the light of other stars. Most of her ideas aren't anywhere close to correct, but she's eager to hear about the science of it all and try to match it with what she knows. There might have been some gems in there, if they'd ever had the chance to test any of the wild theories she presented. But she slows, and not from tiredness. ]
The world will lose so much, when this is done. All these stars, how far away they are and how hot they burn and how long their light takes to reach us - suddenly, nobody will know those things anymore. They'll just be the lights in the sky again. And nobody- nobody will ever know that we lost anything.
[ Her arms tighten, and she pulls Alucard's back to her chest. Her voice is very small. Perhaps it's selfish, to be saying this to Alucard of all people. Perhaps it's important that he know that someone else might mourn the man. ]
We're burning the Library of Alexandria, aren't we? In a war that didn't need to happen.
But this room always seems to have windows. Great, arched ones, and a ceiling of glass. A telescope in the room's heart, and star charts scattered across desks. Dracula has long had a more powerful, more complete observatory. The castle seems to think that means he forgot this one, that he used in its youth. That it's a safe place to be. ]
But sunlight reflected in a mirror harms vampires. If moonlight were truly reflected sunlight, surely it would- [ Juliet trails off. ] -oh, that was rude, wasn't it? I shouldn't be thinking about how to kill you while you're talking about the moon. Don't mind me, just tell me more things about the sky. I'm very nearly romanced, you know.
[ Her tone makes it sound like a joke, but her arms are around Alucard's shoulders, her cloak bundled around both of them as they look out at the night sky. She listens intently, only occasionally popping in to add comments about sunlight, speculation on what must make it different from the light of other stars. Most of her ideas aren't anywhere close to correct, but she's eager to hear about the science of it all and try to match it with what she knows. There might have been some gems in there, if they'd ever had the chance to test any of the wild theories she presented. But she slows, and not from tiredness. ]
The world will lose so much, when this is done. All these stars, how far away they are and how hot they burn and how long their light takes to reach us - suddenly, nobody will know those things anymore. They'll just be the lights in the sky again. And nobody- nobody will ever know that we lost anything.
[ Her arms tighten, and she pulls Alucard's back to her chest. Her voice is very small. Perhaps it's selfish, to be saying this to Alucard of all people. Perhaps it's important that he know that someone else might mourn the man. ]
We're burning the Library of Alexandria, aren't we? In a war that didn't need to happen.
[ There are no more vampires aboard. The crew are agitated over their missing captain, but they bring the boat to Whitby anyway. There's nothing they can do about the situation at sea. Trevor gives Alucard space, as much as anyone can give anyone space in that tiny room. They have Alucard leave the boat as a wolf and Trevor spends a good half hour arguing with a record keeper at the port that it's not his fault that the sailors forgot to mention his dog on the ship's passenger list.
By the time it's safe for him to turn back, Whitby Abbey looms on the cliffs overhead as Sypha runs through the list of components they'll need to find to track both the castle and Alucard's blood. Nothing about it looks familiar and, even in ruins, it's still kind of a church.
And yet it calls to Alucard. A powerful sadness seems to radiate from the ruins as they stare out over the sea, waiting for their prince to return home. ]
By the time it's safe for him to turn back, Whitby Abbey looms on the cliffs overhead as Sypha runs through the list of components they'll need to find to track both the castle and Alucard's blood. Nothing about it looks familiar and, even in ruins, it's still kind of a church.
And yet it calls to Alucard. A powerful sadness seems to radiate from the ruins as they stare out over the sea, waiting for their prince to return home. ]
Mm.
[ He shivers as Alucard's fingers brush over the small of his back, both because of the implications there and because everyone in this castle has long been aware that that sort of gentle touch over his spine is the single easiest way to reduce the Belmont to nothing.
But he will not be deterred. He has a holy mission, after all, and he lingers at Alucard's wrist for a few more kisses before threading their fingers together so he can move Alucard's arm outward little by little, kissing along the vein. ]
[ He shivers as Alucard's fingers brush over the small of his back, both because of the implications there and because everyone in this castle has long been aware that that sort of gentle touch over his spine is the single easiest way to reduce the Belmont to nothing.
But he will not be deterred. He has a holy mission, after all, and he lingers at Alucard's wrist for a few more kisses before threading their fingers together so he can move Alucard's arm outward little by little, kissing along the vein. ]
Instead of taking the glassware immediately, D drops a capsule into the liquid, watching as it starts to immediately darken to a red colour. Then he takes it from Adrian and sips at it slowly.
It's never the same, but it does help and he closes his eyes as he slowly regains his control by inches. When he does eventually look at Adrian again, there's only a faint suggestion of red to his gaze and his claws and fangs have almost entirely returned to their normal state.
"...thank you."
It's never the same, but it does help and he closes his eyes as he slowly regains his control by inches. When he does eventually look at Adrian again, there's only a faint suggestion of red to his gaze and his claws and fangs have almost entirely returned to their normal state.
"...thank you."
[A mission from god indeed, and Alucard realizes as Trevor kisses up his arm, there's a chance he may not be able to keep this act up. They've had moments like this before, Trevor calling Alucard a spoiled prince and then riding the vampire stupid, but there was always the hint of silliness in the air.
This? This is already more serious than the dhampir expected, and the sigh that sounds when Trevor reaches his shoulder almost comes with a shudder. Which brings in the other part of why it may not last as long as Alucard wants it to: there's never been a question of how Trevor's regarded his physical self, but this particular flavor of affection is a lot.
The hand on Trevor's waist squeezes, fingerpads digging into the Belmont's hips.]
Keep going.
This? This is already more serious than the dhampir expected, and the sigh that sounds when Trevor reaches his shoulder almost comes with a shudder. Which brings in the other part of why it may not last as long as Alucard wants it to: there's never been a question of how Trevor's regarded his physical self, but this particular flavor of affection is a lot.
The hand on Trevor's waist squeezes, fingerpads digging into the Belmont's hips.]
Keep going.
That was faster than I anticipated.
[Alucard doesn't turn towards Hector, or even open his eyes. He remains in his seat, not quite a lazy dhampir, but taking this all in stride. It's a testament to...whatever the hell the relationship between them qualifies as, as it is not one of adversaries. That much has been evident for some time now.
Finally though, Alucard does open his eyes and cast a glance at Hector. The robe wasn't something he recalled putting in the bathroom, but it's purpose is clear enough.]
From here, I truly only smell the soap.
[Alucard doesn't turn towards Hector, or even open his eyes. He remains in his seat, not quite a lazy dhampir, but taking this all in stride. It's a testament to...whatever the hell the relationship between them qualifies as, as it is not one of adversaries. That much has been evident for some time now.
Finally though, Alucard does open his eyes and cast a glance at Hector. The robe wasn't something he recalled putting in the bathroom, but it's purpose is clear enough.]
From here, I truly only smell the soap.
[In the little moments, the world is almost okay. Alucard is not at peace, but he is better than he has been. Talking of science, of the things learned in the castle, of everything that makes the castle home, it is a comfort. A place where he can go and know that they can have snatches of time together.
And oh, what a thing it is, wrapped up in Juliet's cloak and telling her about how stars are really tiny suns. Explaining how they form, what that means in terms of life elsewhere, all of it. He could cry from how good it feels to have the option there at all, and how happy he is to hear theories even if they're probably not right.
But then reality returns, and...]
Yes. Because it's contained in one man, and the world could not accept even a fraction of that knowledge.
[There's the pain back again, and his fingers lace with hers to.......
...to Whitby. Alucard is either a wolf or a bat for the rest of the trip, curled snug under the little bed or hanging from the ceiling. The forms don't help. Being a wolf brings other Belmonts to the surface, and being a bat simply makes him hungry. Both options are horrid, but soon enough they are in Whitby.
The abbey is old. It shouldn't capture his attention as it does. His wolf ears should not twitch from familiarity, his paws should not compel him to move.
Yet move he does, slow at first and then gaining speed, because he knows that sound. He knows it, he knows it, he would climb 5000 stairs instead of the 199 it takes to get to the abbey, that is the castle with a guise on he knows his home.]
And oh, what a thing it is, wrapped up in Juliet's cloak and telling her about how stars are really tiny suns. Explaining how they form, what that means in terms of life elsewhere, all of it. He could cry from how good it feels to have the option there at all, and how happy he is to hear theories even if they're probably not right.
But then reality returns, and...]
Yes. Because it's contained in one man, and the world could not accept even a fraction of that knowledge.
[There's the pain back again, and his fingers lace with hers to.......
...to Whitby. Alucard is either a wolf or a bat for the rest of the trip, curled snug under the little bed or hanging from the ceiling. The forms don't help. Being a wolf brings other Belmonts to the surface, and being a bat simply makes him hungry. Both options are horrid, but soon enough they are in Whitby.
The abbey is old. It shouldn't capture his attention as it does. His wolf ears should not twitch from familiarity, his paws should not compel him to move.
Yet move he does, slow at first and then gaining speed, because he knows that sound. He knows it, he knows it, he would climb 5000 stairs instead of the 199 it takes to get to the abbey, that is the castle with a guise on he knows his home.]
I took as long as I needed. I didn’t come here to relax, and it would be rude to keep you waiting.
[He’s unsettled by Alucard’s lack of reaction, but he tries to hide it. So he was caught staring. So what?
He crosses the room and takes a seat on the other end of the couch.]
I also didn’t come here to be sniffed from across the room. Smell me properly.
[There’s no way for this to not be awkward, so the best recourse is to just do it. Hector isn’t leaving until he has a definitive answer as to whether the scent of death can be scrubbed away.]
[He’s unsettled by Alucard’s lack of reaction, but he tries to hide it. So he was caught staring. So what?
He crosses the room and takes a seat on the other end of the couch.]
I also didn’t come here to be sniffed from across the room. Smell me properly.
[There’s no way for this to not be awkward, so the best recourse is to just do it. Hector isn’t leaving until he has a definitive answer as to whether the scent of death can be scrubbed away.]
Something that’s been in the castle while it was moving- shit. If we have anything like that it’d be something of his-
[ Spell components are proving to be more difficult than he’d expected. Something about a massive source of energy throwing Sypha off. Which sounds fake, because they’re in fucking Whitby and what the fuck is even in Whitby. ]
These tracking spells aren’t my forte, and-
-hang on, we’re losing our dog.
[ He gives chase as Alucard moves away from them, and it’s only with a massive push to sprint up the first lot of stairs two at a time that he catches up before Alucard gains too much speed. ]
Careful. [ He says it between pants, sinking down onto one of the thin benches used by coffin bearers. ] Only thing up there is a church.
[ Spell components are proving to be more difficult than he’d expected. Something about a massive source of energy throwing Sypha off. Which sounds fake, because they’re in fucking Whitby and what the fuck is even in Whitby. ]
These tracking spells aren’t my forte, and-
-hang on, we’re losing our dog.
[ He gives chase as Alucard moves away from them, and it’s only with a massive push to sprint up the first lot of stairs two at a time that he catches up before Alucard gains too much speed. ]
Careful. [ He says it between pants, sinking down onto one of the thin benches used by coffin bearers. ] Only thing up there is a church.
[Alucard's response is to snuffle at Trevor when he gets close enough. But he at least pauses until Trevor's there and Sypha too, and then? Then they're mostly there, with just a few more steps left.
Yes. It's an old church. But it isn't, and Alucard shifts into a human shape once he's sure no one is looking.]
It's not a church. Walk with me.
Yes. It's an old church. But it isn't, and Alucard shifts into a human shape once he's sure no one is looking.]
It's not a church. Walk with me.
You could have. I wouldn't have minded, although I suppose I would have missed Cesar more.
[He loves the dog, what can he say? But there's no need to focus on that, not with Hector finally taking a seat. A part of Alucard, the bit that's a contrary, rude thing, surfaces.]
What, a part of the experiment doesn't include the distance it takes for me to notice the particular nuances of your scent? [Which is a valid scientific matter, Hector!]
Soap still, by the way. A little natural musk, everyone has it.
[But fine. To the point. Alucard inches down on the sofa until he's beside Hector, but not crowding the man either.]
Offer me your wrist, please?
[He loves the dog, what can he say? But there's no need to focus on that, not with Hector finally taking a seat. A part of Alucard, the bit that's a contrary, rude thing, surfaces.]
What, a part of the experiment doesn't include the distance it takes for me to notice the particular nuances of your scent? [Which is a valid scientific matter, Hector!]
Soap still, by the way. A little natural musk, everyone has it.
[But fine. To the point. Alucard inches down on the sofa until he's beside Hector, but not crowding the man either.]
Offer me your wrist, please?
[ Shit, maybe sprinting up all those steps was not a great idea. He has a little while to catch his breath while Sypha catches up but his lungs are still burning and he can feel a powerful stitch developing when she does. That’s a good start. Here lies Trevor Belmont, tried to kill Dracula, felled by stairs. ]
Looks like it’s seen better days, but it’s still a church. Doesn’t seem like the best place for you to go.
-wait. Belmont, that’s what’s interfering with my spells. It could be dangerous.
[ The abbey isn’t exactly whole. There’s no door to enter, but a fallen wall at one side. Beyond it, the inside looks about what one might expect from a ruined abbey. ]
Looks like it’s seen better days, but it’s still a church. Doesn’t seem like the best place for you to go.
-wait. Belmont, that’s what’s interfering with my spells. It could be dangerous.
[ The abbey isn’t exactly whole. There’s no door to enter, but a fallen wall at one side. Beyond it, the inside looks about what one might expect from a ruined abbey. ]
It's not a church.
[Alucard is confident. Almost defensive as he starts walking to the abbey. To it's doors.]
It's my father's castle, Belmont.
[Alucard is confident. Almost defensive as he starts walking to the abbey. To it's doors.]
It's my father's castle, Belmont.
[ He likes having the opportunity to do this. He isn’t exactly shy about expressing what he thinks of the others, but he’s careful when it comes to going too far with it, treating Alucard like something other than human. But then, the whole point of this is treating Alucard like something other than human. He’s free to go a little overboard, to let the affection really turn into something like worship.
The kisses trail over Alucard’s collarbone now, lips brushing only briefly at his throat before travelling downward instead. That’s a little difficult, he can only move downward so far without having to move out of Alucard’s lap (a crime against god, right now). ]
Your cleanliness. [ new title, right there. He murmurs it into the centre of Alucard’s chest. ] I can’t continue my worship without moving away.
The kisses trail over Alucard’s collarbone now, lips brushing only briefly at his throat before travelling downward instead. That’s a little difficult, he can only move downward so far without having to move out of Alucard’s lap (a crime against god, right now). ]
Your cleanliness. [ new title, right there. He murmurs it into the centre of Alucard’s chest. ] I can’t continue my worship without moving away.
[ As Alucard passes through the doors, they lead to a familiar entrance. The castle hasn’t been maintaining itself as well as it could have been, but it’s here. Here and not in too much disrepair. And distantly, like a voice heard through water- ]
Fuck!
[ Trevor passes through the same door. And he’s there in the entrance way, but he’s not. He’s transparent, moving around things that aren’t there to be moved around. Moving through things that are really there like a ghost. ]
The fuck did you go?
Fuck!
[ Trevor passes through the same door. And he’s there in the entrance way, but he’s not. He’s transparent, moving around things that aren’t there to be moved around. Moving through things that are really there like a ghost. ]
The fuck did you go?
[Oh, good title. Good a lot of things, because as Trevor kisses all over, a low, happy hum thrums through almost all of the vampire. It's mostly in his chest though, vibrating like a kitten being pet in exactly the right way. Oh, yes, his hand on Trevor's hip moves every so often, grabbing a little bit of ass or brushing over his spine again, but it's stunning to be the center of all this attention.]
Mmm, that is a small problem.
[One easily fixed, because of how they are sat now.
Alucard breaks the embrace of their other hands, and first he shifts the whole of Trevor over and fully onto his lap. Both hands remain on Trevor's hips, all fabric and confinement, and that's an on purpose decision.
Slowly, all too slowly, Alucard lies down on his back. It's a point of pride to make the motion look long and languid and just a hair too much. Just like that, the whole of the vampire is spread out before Trevor, pale and perfect against the sheets.]
I believe that should be enough room, yes?
Mmm, that is a small problem.
[One easily fixed, because of how they are sat now.
Alucard breaks the embrace of their other hands, and first he shifts the whole of Trevor over and fully onto his lap. Both hands remain on Trevor's hips, all fabric and confinement, and that's an on purpose decision.
Slowly, all too slowly, Alucard lies down on his back. It's a point of pride to make the motion look long and languid and just a hair too much. Just like that, the whole of the vampire is spread out before Trevor, pale and perfect against the sheets.]
I believe that should be enough room, yes?
I'm right h--
[Alucard frowns, turning around. He can hear Trevor, but he isn't in the hall. No. That's not right, the space is--
---the space is the point.
He reaches down, running a hand over the stones.]
He's like Juliet. So is the one with him. Please permit them both in, at least into the main hall.
[Alucard frowns, turning around. He can hear Trevor, but he isn't in the hall. No. That's not right, the space is--
---the space is the point.
He reaches down, running a hand over the stones.]
He's like Juliet. So is the one with him. Please permit them both in, at least into the main hall.
What point is there in testing the distance if there is no scent to detect?
[Don't question his devotion to science, Alucard! Hector is alreadynervous distracted awkward as it is.
He raises his hand and offers it, wrist turned upward, for Alucard.]
I feel like one of the ladies of the court, with perfume dabbed on my pulse points.
[He watches Alucard's face for a reaction.]
[Don't question his devotion to science, Alucard! Hector is already
He raises his hand and offers it, wrist turned upward, for Alucard.]
I feel like one of the ladies of the court, with perfume dabbed on my pulse points.
[He watches Alucard's face for a reaction.]
Actually, that's rather why I'm using your wrist.
[It's intimate without being overly so, and it allows a modicum of distance. Enough to hopefully ease the discomfort.
Alucard places one hand under Hector's wrist, gently guiding it to his nose. There's no snuffling about like a dog, or even getting his nose right up against the skin. Instead, Alucard holds Hector's wrist about half an inch away, and when he sniffs he tries to keep the noise as muted as possible.
Then he takes another whiff, this one a little louder.]
There's a faint hint of grave dirt here, but the soap and other smells mask it, mostly.
[It's intimate without being overly so, and it allows a modicum of distance. Enough to hopefully ease the discomfort.
Alucard places one hand under Hector's wrist, gently guiding it to his nose. There's no snuffling about like a dog, or even getting his nose right up against the skin. Instead, Alucard holds Hector's wrist about half an inch away, and when he sniffs he tries to keep the noise as muted as possible.
Then he takes another whiff, this one a little louder.]
There's a faint hint of grave dirt here, but the soap and other smells mask it, mostly.
"Of course."
Alucard has about a million questions now, mostly as to why that happened in the first place, but he knows better than to ask. He's quiet for a few moments more, and carefully, he places one hand on D's shoulder.
It's a point to show that this? It isn't grounds for giving D the boot.
"Do you require anything else?"
Alucard has about a million questions now, mostly as to why that happened in the first place, but he knows better than to ask. He's quiet for a few moments more, and carefully, he places one hand on D's shoulder.
It's a point to show that this? It isn't grounds for giving D the boot.
"Do you require anything else?"
[Hector frowns, not taking his wrist back from Alucard's hold.]
So it really is a part of me...
[He could try to cover it up, but it will always be there, an inevitability. Was there ever any choice for him, or was he always destined to end up what he is now? How deep does the imprint of his power go, he wonders?
The thought takes root, and Hector knows he won't be able to put it aside. He meets Alucard's eyes, making a decision and going all in in the span of a single moment.]
I need you to do another test for me. Tell me what I taste like.
[He moves closer, disrupting all of Alucard's carefully maintained propriety.]
So it really is a part of me...
[He could try to cover it up, but it will always be there, an inevitability. Was there ever any choice for him, or was he always destined to end up what he is now? How deep does the imprint of his power go, he wonders?
The thought takes root, and Hector knows he won't be able to put it aside. He meets Alucard's eyes, making a decision and going all in in the span of a single moment.]
I need you to do another test for me. Tell me what I taste like.
[He moves closer, disrupting all of Alucard's carefully maintained propriety.]
The effect of the touch is immediate, every muscle locking tight as D freezes in place, almost as though Adrian's touch had turned him to a statue. But it isn't like before, not underlined with the tightly controlled urge to attack; it simply seems as though he hadn't expected it and didn't know what reaction was needed in return. So he didn't respond at all.
He didn't pull away either at least, just shook his head carefully.
"No."
If and when the hand is removed he stands and carefully crosses to the desk again, the flask still in hand.
"You have questions. You can ask them."
He didn't pull away either at least, just shook his head carefully.
"No."
If and when the hand is removed he stands and carefully crosses to the desk again, the flask still in hand.
"You have questions. You can ask them."
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