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--Oh... [That comes out as more of a moan than Alucard meant for it to. The hand in Trevor's hair tightens, and he tugs. Harder. Upwards.]
Forgiven, for you've done well to rectify the mistake.
[He's smiling though.]
You may kiss my face.
Forgiven, for you've done well to rectify the mistake.
[He's smiling though.]
You may kiss my face.
"Thousands of years of invention and progress," D said, his voice a low murmer and a clear ring of melancholy to it. "They learned to reach the stars, sent ships and castles into space itself seeking a way to save a dying race."
D continued quietly. "They found ways to control the world around them in minute detail, even bend time in on itself, but none of it mattered in the end. Their people have been dead for centuries, they simply haven't accepted it yet."
D continued quietly. "They found ways to control the world around them in minute detail, even bend time in on itself, but none of it mattered in the end. Their people have been dead for centuries, they simply haven't accepted it yet."
[There are moments of dawning awareness in Hector's life, when he looks around and realizes that he's in the midst of danger of his own doing. He invited Dracula into his home, he followed Carmilla into her trap, and now he's currently dragging a dhampir down on top of him and giving him a taste of Hector's blood.
Does it taste normal, he wonders?
The pain of the bleeding nick on his tongue gives him no pause, but the strengthening taste of copper finally does. He is forcing blood on one who prefers not to drink from humans. Hector is many things- careless, rude, impulsive- but he is not inclined to be cruel.
He lets out a sigh and turns his face away from Alucard's.]
...sorry....[He murmurs somewhere near Alucard's ear.]
Does it taste normal, he wonders?
The pain of the bleeding nick on his tongue gives him no pause, but the strengthening taste of copper finally does. He is forcing blood on one who prefers not to drink from humans. Hector is many things- careless, rude, impulsive- but he is not inclined to be cruel.
He lets out a sigh and turns his face away from Alucard's.]
...sorry....[He murmurs somewhere near Alucard's ear.]
[Alucard won't lie that he is relieved when Hector pulls away. It's only because the taste of blood is overwhelming, and he at least needs a moment's worth of air to swallow it. So he does so, but the rest of him stays where he is.]
That's why I was moving slowly.
That's why I was moving slowly.
Alucard can only breathe out at all of that. It's remarkable progress. Beyond even his father's wildest dreams, most likely. Yet it ends in the worst way possible and oh, that? That makes him ache. There's no other way around that.
"And you truly wish to return to that?"
Maybe that wasn't the right question. Alucard's face is mortified as soon as the question leaves his lips and yet he's asked it all the same.
"Ignore that, it was inappropriate."
"And you truly wish to return to that?"
Maybe that wasn't the right question. Alucard's face is mortified as soon as the question leaves his lips and yet he's asked it all the same.
"Ignore that, it was inappropriate."
['Slowly' isn't the word Hector would use. He presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth and swallows the blood, trying to staunch the flow with pressure.]
Where's the fun in that?
[Here they both are, trying to catch their breath, neither backing down but both uncertain how to move forward.
Hector brushes Alucard's hair back behind his ear.]
Are you...are we finished gathering data?
Where's the fun in that?
[Here they both are, trying to catch their breath, neither backing down but both uncertain how to move forward.
Hector brushes Alucard's hair back behind his ear.]
Are you...are we finished gathering data?
Maybe it doesn't seem like the right question to Adrian, a jab perhaps at what D could hope to gain in a world that is, at worst, dying and at best doesn't need him at all. But D either doesn't see it that way or doesn't show it, just as he shows little else on his face.
"It isn't about what I want," he says quietly. "Humanity spent thousands of years enslaved to vampires. Even as a dying race, they treat people as little more than beasts and a single one can wreak havoc across an entire city. If those that choose to fight their inevitable end with the blood of others can be stopped by my blade, then that is my purpose."
"Perhaps once they have all faded to time, I will as well."
"It isn't about what I want," he says quietly. "Humanity spent thousands of years enslaved to vampires. Even as a dying race, they treat people as little more than beasts and a single one can wreak havoc across an entire city. If those that choose to fight their inevitable end with the blood of others can be stopped by my blade, then that is my purpose."
"Perhaps once they have all faded to time, I will as well."
[Fun, right. It's always fun until blood gets involved.
Alucard knows that he should back up at this point. The blood's ruined the mood, that much is clear, but fuck. He's far too touch starved right now.]
How deep is the cut?
Alucard knows that he should back up at this point. The blood's ruined the mood, that much is clear, but fuck. He's far too touch starved right now.]
How deep is the cut?
It's not deep. It's already slowing down.
[Maybe if he goes and gargles the offending blood away, Alucard will let him have another trial....
...he has already put their friendship at risk. Why stop here?]
When it stops...I could be more careful.
[Maybe if he goes and gargles the offending blood away, Alucard will let him have another trial....
...he has already put their friendship at risk. Why stop here?]
When it stops...I could be more careful.
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Mm, so the opposite of your usual method of operations?
[Reckless tends to be Hector's trademark, after all. Besides, it's a little easier to joke at the moment, rather than try and be serious about this.
This, of course, being everything including the fact he's absolutely kissed someone who isn't Trevor or Sypha.]
[Reckless tends to be Hector's trademark, after all. Besides, it's a little easier to joke at the moment, rather than try and be serious about this.
This, of course, being everything including the fact he's absolutely kissed someone who isn't Trevor or Sypha.]
[Hector draws further back, lets his wet hair form a veil around his face. Here it begins, the rejection that was inevitable from the first tentative press of lips. Alucard is an ethereal, radiant being, and Hector smells of grave dirt. He is a dark, flawed thing. Who would want to kiss that?
Alucard is being gentle with it, at least. That is something.]
You know me too well. It was worth a shot, at least.
[He shrugs, putting on a show of nonchalance he doesn't feel.]
Alucard is being gentle with it, at least. That is something.]
You know me too well. It was worth a shot, at least.
[He shrugs, putting on a show of nonchalance he doesn't feel.]
It helps that neither of us truly are subtle.
[Alucard's not sure how this goes. Just that the way Hector is holding himself is a sign of something far deeper inside, and Alucard knows that he's already caused harm.]
Do we follow the joke that started all of this, or actually talk, Hector?
[Alucard's not sure how this goes. Just that the way Hector is holding himself is a sign of something far deeper inside, and Alucard knows that he's already caused harm.]
Do we follow the joke that started all of this, or actually talk, Hector?
[Hector sighs. He would love to keep joking, but he doesn't think that will actually work.]
I have no expectations for this. You need have no worry of that.
[He knows that Alucard is attached to his two humans. There is no competing with that. He doesn't want Alucard to think he has any illusions about where he ranks in all of this.]
I have no expectations for this. You need have no worry of that.
[He knows that Alucard is attached to his two humans. There is no competing with that. He doesn't want Alucard to think he has any illusions about where he ranks in all of this.]
[ The castle creaks and groans in response, shaking with effort. Dust falls from the ceiling. The floor rises in the centre. ]
Sypha!
[ Where it rose, the floor splits like an overripe fruit. Sypha launches ice from her hands, welding the castle’s torn floor together again. Beneath it, something dark swirls about. It would probably be bad to fall into that. Just a Belmont gut feeling there, ‘falling into infinite darkness is probably not good’. The castle shakes still more violently, tiny stones now falling from the ceiling, and Trevor tucks Sypha under his body in case anything larger falls.
And then it stops. ]
we’ve moved. [ Sypha says, de-belmont-ing herself. Personal space, Trevor. ] Not far. About a half day’s ride.
Sypha!
[ Where it rose, the floor splits like an overripe fruit. Sypha launches ice from her hands, welding the castle’s torn floor together again. Beneath it, something dark swirls about. It would probably be bad to fall into that. Just a Belmont gut feeling there, ‘falling into infinite darkness is probably not good’. The castle shakes still more violently, tiny stones now falling from the ceiling, and Trevor tucks Sypha under his body in case anything larger falls.
And then it stops. ]
we’ve moved. [ Sypha says, de-belmont-ing herself. Personal space, Trevor. ] Not far. About a half day’s ride.
[ The sound that comes from Trevor’s throat when Alucard tugs his hair is- interesting. A little too growl-like to be a moan, a little too warm to be anything else.
So that’s a thing.
There’s a little resistance to being pulled upward, not because he’s reluctant but because he’s really quite enjoying being dragged around. But he does move, not letting it get to the point where Alucard might be tugging harder than he’s comfortable with. But making sure that his chin scrapes along Alucard’s chest.
And his eyes light up at the offer. Or instruction. A little of both, probably. ]
How lucky I am.
[ It doesn’t sound like part of the stupid play acting, not that part. He seems to have noticed that it came out sounding a little too embarrassingly sincere, because he says nothing more and leans in to run his lips over Alucard’s jaw. ]
So that’s a thing.
There’s a little resistance to being pulled upward, not because he’s reluctant but because he’s really quite enjoying being dragged around. But he does move, not letting it get to the point where Alucard might be tugging harder than he’s comfortable with. But making sure that his chin scrapes along Alucard’s chest.
And his eyes light up at the offer. Or instruction. A little of both, probably. ]
How lucky I am.
[ It doesn’t sound like part of the stupid play acting, not that part. He seems to have noticed that it came out sounding a little too embarrassingly sincere, because he says nothing more and leans in to run his lips over Alucard’s jaw. ]
The whole thing is one of the most miserable thoughts Alucard's heard. He knows it's a byproduct of how he was raised of course, that he was encouraged to think freely and be as free as possible, finding his own purpose and place in life. He also knows he can't think of his world as similar to D's by any means, and the other dhampir's explanation is a somber reminder of that fact.
"It's still worth asking," he murmurs, with that being the only protest he'll truly register here.
"Your home needs you, that much is clear. I'll see what I can recreate of this machine."
"It's still worth asking," he murmurs, with that being the only protest he'll truly register here.
"Your home needs you, that much is clear. I'll see what I can recreate of this machine."
But you do have feelings, and we have a dog. It'd be cruel of me not to take any of that into account.
[Alucard doesn't move as the castle creaks and groans. He simply keeps both of his hands on the floor, and that? That seems to hold some of it together. A little vampiric miracle of sorts, one worth celebrating.
He didn't notice the pit or Sypha's near mis-adventure. He's noticed nothing, and even after it has landed, Alucard doesn't get up. He instead murmurs soft things in old Wallachian to the building, before he asks:]
Belmont, how did you know how to diagnose the castle's ills?
He didn't notice the pit or Sypha's near mis-adventure. He's noticed nothing, and even after it has landed, Alucard doesn't get up. He instead murmurs soft things in old Wallachian to the building, before he asks:]
Belmont, how did you know how to diagnose the castle's ills?
Oh, you are.
[Alucard's laugh is soft and impossibly warm, laying there happily as Trevor kisses his jaw.
But oh, impatience does rear it's head, and Alucard dips his head down. Snags his lips against Trevor's, making it so very clear what he wants
[Alucard's laugh is soft and impossibly warm, laying there happily as Trevor kisses his jaw.
But oh, impatience does rear it's head, and Alucard dips his head down. Snags his lips against Trevor's, making it so very clear what he wants
It's a ghost.
[ That's an entirely satisfying answer, surely. ]
Or- I mean, it's not a ghost. It's nothing that would have shown up in our bestiaries. But it's- just the stuff on the inside, without the outside part. That's kind of like a ghost, just using Dracula's magic instead of the naturally occurring stuff. And ghosts get weird if you're around something like a leyline that interferes with naturally occurring magic, so- you know. Probably not good for it to be around something that can interfere with Dracula's.
[ He guessed, is what he's saying. He guessed what it was and he guessed what was hurting it. It's quite the achievement, but you wouldn't know it to see how awkward he is about admitting it. ]
[ That's an entirely satisfying answer, surely. ]
Or- I mean, it's not a ghost. It's nothing that would have shown up in our bestiaries. But it's- just the stuff on the inside, without the outside part. That's kind of like a ghost, just using Dracula's magic instead of the naturally occurring stuff. And ghosts get weird if you're around something like a leyline that interferes with naturally occurring magic, so- you know. Probably not good for it to be around something that can interfere with Dracula's.
[ He guessed, is what he's saying. He guessed what it was and he guessed what was hurting it. It's quite the achievement, but you wouldn't know it to see how awkward he is about admitting it. ]
[Hector flinches at the word ‘feelings’. He doesn’t.... It’s not....
Look, anyone who has seen Alucard is at least a little infatuated with him. Hector is not alone in that. It isn’t a big deal, and Hector tries not to dwell on it.]
You don’t need to treat me gently. I’m not some besotted maiden. This doesn’t have to mean anything. It could just be kissing.
Look, anyone who has seen Alucard is at least a little infatuated with him. Hector is not alone in that. It isn’t a big deal, and Hector tries not to dwell on it.]
You don’t need to treat me gently. I’m not some besotted maiden. This doesn’t have to mean anything. It could just be kissing.
"You have your life here," D returns, his voice softer. "You have a chance to be whatever you want and people who understand who and what you are. You've seen a part of what I am, no one should be familiar with something like that."
He doesn't expect Adrian will accept the answer easily, even if he might not protest it, but he's young in D's eyes and their upbringings different to the point he can scarce imagine it.
"Even if you can't restore it, I won't stay any longer than you wish."
He doesn't expect Adrian will accept the answer easily, even if he might not protest it, but he's young in D's eyes and their upbringings different to the point he can scarce imagine it.
"Even if you can't restore it, I won't stay any longer than you wish."
Hmm.
[ Well that's nice, isn't it? One of them gives the other a compliment and the other just accepts it like a normal person. They're both so bad at that (he's worse, but never mind that). He kisses Alucard's lips as delicately as he's kissed anything else so far, just because he knows that's the wrong thing and he has to be a little bit of a shit.
And because there's something he'd quite like to take care of before this continues much more. ]
Your cleanliness- would you let me cleanse my body of these sinful- erm. Sinful trousers?
[ Yeah he didn't think that one through. Thinking is difficult right now. ]
[ Well that's nice, isn't it? One of them gives the other a compliment and the other just accepts it like a normal person. They're both so bad at that (he's worse, but never mind that). He kisses Alucard's lips as delicately as he's kissed anything else so far, just because he knows that's the wrong thing and he has to be a little bit of a shit.
And because there's something he'd quite like to take care of before this continues much more. ]
Your cleanliness- would you let me cleanse my body of these sinful- erm. Sinful trousers?
[ Yeah he didn't think that one through. Thinking is difficult right now. ]
...Hm.
[The explanation tracks. Hell, makes perfect sense. Belmonts must know of all supernatural things, and so that logically entails ghosts. So that the castle manages to move like a haunted thing clinging to the world well, that's heartbreaking, but it still makes sense.
He pats the castle gently, then stands.]
It's me. Let me see the full of you, and what I can repair.
[The explanation tracks. Hell, makes perfect sense. Belmonts must know of all supernatural things, and so that logically entails ghosts. So that the castle manages to move like a haunted thing clinging to the world well, that's heartbreaking, but it still makes sense.
He pats the castle gently, then stands.]
It's me. Let me see the full of you, and what I can repair.
[Trevor has mis-stepped, oh yes. That kiss was the wrong sort, but now? Now Alucard smiles, soft and gentle and very kind. The opposite of what he's about to do.]
I mentioned a curse, no?
[And here, Alucard takes advantage of Trevor's closeness. Both of his arms wrap around Trevor's waist, and in a moment, Trevor's turned over and their positions are reversed. It's Alucard who hovers over Trevor now, knees on either side of the Belmont's waist.
Worst of all, one hand goes down to Trevor's trousers, shamelessly stroking the Belmont through the fabric. Shamelessly flaunting his own nudity and arousal.]
This is the curse.
I mentioned a curse, no?
[And here, Alucard takes advantage of Trevor's closeness. Both of his arms wrap around Trevor's waist, and in a moment, Trevor's turned over and their positions are reversed. It's Alucard who hovers over Trevor now, knees on either side of the Belmont's waist.
Worst of all, one hand goes down to Trevor's trousers, shamelessly stroking the Belmont through the fabric. Shamelessly flaunting his own nudity and arousal.]
This is the curse.
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