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"I doubt that many others would see it in that light." But it's an observation, not a rejection. He still remains near the door, ready to leave if need be, buy he leaned against the frame and folds his arms.
"Your mother must have been an impressive woman. And cared for you a good deal."
"Your mother must have been an impressive woman. And cared for you a good deal."
[Cursed trousers are probably the best curse Alucard could think of on the fly. Mean to be certain, but not inclined to truly make Trevor suffer. Just heighten anticipation. That moan? That's proof that the idea's working exactly as Alucard meant for it to.
But he can make it better. By which he means worse. And also better, as Alucard's mouth begins to move down Trevor's spine, kiss by kiss. Oh, it's no fun having the fabric in the way, but for the sense of suffering and anticipation? Worth it.][He's halfway down Trevor's spine now, knees on either side of Trevor's hips, both hands supporting himself. It's at that moment though that one hand moves, making no secret of how roughly it's grabbing at Trevor's ass.]
What is it?
But he can make it better. By which he means worse. And also better, as Alucard's mouth begins to move down Trevor's spine, kiss by kiss. Oh, it's no fun having the fabric in the way, but for the sense of suffering and anticipation? Worth it.][He's halfway down Trevor's spine now, knees on either side of Trevor's hips, both hands supporting himself. It's at that moment though that one hand moves, making no secret of how roughly it's grabbing at Trevor's ass.]
What is it?
[The empty coops make sense. Probably long raided by local foxes. Alucard walks over to the post, and he runs his fingers over it. There's a sense of something here, but he's not quite sure what. It's old though. A thread of magic, thin oh yes but still there.
It'll do. And Alucard's about to say as much to Trevor, but then the bones catch his eye.]
The owner probably didn't have three legs either.
[He's drawn to the bones because of course he is.]
The dust is hardly disturbed here too. That's good for our purposes.
It'll do. And Alucard's about to say as much to Trevor, but then the bones catch his eye.]
The owner probably didn't have three legs either.
[He's drawn to the bones because of course he is.]
The dust is hardly disturbed here too. That's good for our purposes.
At least I don't need to worry about you getting lost here.
[Trevor and Sypha are going to have to be told about this. But for now, cooking. Which means Alucard's eyes are on Hector as he works, keen and intense and perhaps paying too much attention.]
What acid are you using?
[Trevor and Sypha are going to have to be told about this. But for now, cooking. Which means Alucard's eyes are on Hector as he works, keen and intense and perhaps paying too much attention.]
What acid are you using?
"She was capable of great empathy, even when humanity treated her with the deepest of contempt."
At that, Alucard's face threatens to show an emotion, but it stops short. The most that happens is a deeply sad sort of smile flickers across, the sort that's caught up in a memory. Many, if he's being honest.
"When she and my father met, she berated him for his lack of hospitality. To say I strive to avoid that mistake is an understatement."
At that, Alucard's face threatens to show an emotion, but it stops short. The most that happens is a deeply sad sort of smile flickers across, the sort that's caught up in a memory. Many, if he's being honest.
"When she and my father met, she berated him for his lack of hospitality. To say I strive to avoid that mistake is an understatement."
[Not getting lost is one benefit of Hector's history of betraying humanity to side with the vampires. Basically the only benefit, in fact.]
Lemon juice, if you have it. Your father used to have a tree in the conservatory.
[He rifles through the jars of herbs and spices on the shelves, pulling down the ones he typically uses. There are exotic plants that he usually doesn't have access to in these stores, but he really wants the mixture to impress Alucard, so he sticks to what he knows. Alucard already said it tasted good, though that was just the aftertaste, sampled a few hours later....]
I tend to go strong on the seasoning, but it might be overwhelming for someone of your physiology. I'll have you sample as we go, and we can adjust as needed.
Lemon juice, if you have it. Your father used to have a tree in the conservatory.
[He rifles through the jars of herbs and spices on the shelves, pulling down the ones he typically uses. There are exotic plants that he usually doesn't have access to in these stores, but he really wants the mixture to impress Alucard, so he sticks to what he knows. Alucard already said it tasted good, though that was just the aftertaste, sampled a few hours later....]
I tend to go strong on the seasoning, but it might be overwhelming for someone of your physiology. I'll have you sample as we go, and we can adjust as needed.
"Hmph." It's almost a laugh. As close as D has ever gotten to one at least.
"Impressive, I can see how she must have been an amazing woman. And she would be proud of you."
He can't imagine the figure in his own memories bowing so easily. But if anything it makes him more certain that the man Adrian speaks of was someone else. He ignores the thought that it's easier to accept that than the idea of a private life in the past.
"Were the three of you happy?"
"Impressive, I can see how she must have been an amazing woman. And she would be proud of you."
He can't imagine the figure in his own memories bowing so easily. But if anything it makes him more certain that the man Adrian speaks of was someone else. He ignores the thought that it's easier to accept that than the idea of a private life in the past.
"Were the three of you happy?"
[The dog is the other benefit.]
I know the tree, but I don't know if it has fruit at the moment. Do you have a second option if that's the case?
[He catches the spices being used, aware that this is perhaps more access to spices and herbs than Hector may have in his more usual circumstances.]
I'll bow to tasting as we go, at the very least.
I know the tree, but I don't know if it has fruit at the moment. Do you have a second option if that's the case?
[He catches the spices being used, aware that this is perhaps more access to spices and herbs than Hector may have in his more usual circumstances.]
I'll bow to tasting as we go, at the very least.
We can make do with white vinegar if we need.
[Cooking, like necromancy, is flexible. You use the components you have, and so long as you have a decent foundation and some creative, it usually turns out well enough.]
You know, if you really want to learn Greek cuisine, you should take a trip there. I can make a few dishes passably, but you could learn from the masters of their arts.
[Hector knows Alucard has resigned to keep himself locked away in the castle, but really, a man with the abilities and longevity of a dhampir could do so much with the right instruction.]
[Cooking, like necromancy, is flexible. You use the components you have, and so long as you have a decent foundation and some creative, it usually turns out well enough.]
You know, if you really want to learn Greek cuisine, you should take a trip there. I can make a few dishes passably, but you could learn from the masters of their arts.
[Hector knows Alucard has resigned to keep himself locked away in the castle, but really, a man with the abilities and longevity of a dhampir could do so much with the right instruction.]
Something scaring off the locals.
[ He turns bottles around. Most are unlabelled, and those that are are labelled with people’s names instead of the contents of the bottle. He’s not going to sniff at the contents to try to guess. ]
Guessing this is a witch’s house. Means we’ll be undisturbed, but means we really, really shouldn’t be seen going in or out. Just because the law and the church won’t do shit about it these days doesn’t mean an angry mob won’t.
[ He turns bottles around. Most are unlabelled, and those that are are labelled with people’s names instead of the contents of the bottle. He’s not going to sniff at the contents to try to guess. ]
Guessing this is a witch’s house. Means we’ll be undisturbed, but means we really, really shouldn’t be seen going in or out. Just because the law and the church won’t do shit about it these days doesn’t mean an angry mob won’t.
[ It’s not enough, is the problem. It’s far, far too much and yet it’s still not enough. He knows that most of what he’s feeling from the kisses is in his head - there’s no way he could feel Alucard’s lips against his spine that clearly through the thick tunic, and if even that is sending his head swimming-
He feels the hand on his ass - really feels it - and his body shifts forward, grinding into the mattress without even thinking about it. Whatever he was going to say is cut off by another moan. ]
Shit. Please. [ It’s awkward, while lying on his front, but he tugs at his tunic, trying to lift it. He manages about to his ribs before his arms can’t bend that way anymore. That’s the problem right now. Not the uncomfortable trouser situation - he can deal with discomfort. The problem is that Alucard’s kisses are happening over clothing and not on bare skin. ]
He feels the hand on his ass - really feels it - and his body shifts forward, grinding into the mattress without even thinking about it. Whatever he was going to say is cut off by another moan. ]
Shit. Please. [ It’s awkward, while lying on his front, but he tugs at his tunic, trying to lift it. He manages about to his ribs before his arms can’t bend that way anymore. That’s the problem right now. Not the uncomfortable trouser situation - he can deal with discomfort. The problem is that Alucard’s kisses are happening over clothing and not on bare skin. ]
But lemons first. It seems more correct.
[Alucard pauses at the mention of going to Hector's homeland. The smile on his face is pained, and he knows Hector's doing this out of kindness.]
Perhaps one day, when things are safer here.
[Alucard pauses at the mention of going to Hector's homeland. The smile on his face is pained, and he knows Hector's doing this out of kindness.]
Perhaps one day, when things are safer here.
[There's a visible flinch at the word witch. A soft mutter of something, because of course. The castle would've chose somewhere else if it could have, Alucard also knows that, so this means they're stuck.
He sighs, running a hand over the fall and patting it.]
I'm fine with avoiding humans. [He says it with too much darkness in his voice.]
Castle, let us back in please?
He sighs, running a hand over the fall and patting it.]
I'm fine with avoiding humans. [He says it with too much darkness in his voice.]
Castle, let us back in please?
[That moan is absolute muse to Alucard's ears, but even he can admit when a goddess must give an inch.
What that means in practice is that Alucard is careful as he helps Trevor to sit up - arms around the man's waist, pulling him upright. Trevor's flush against him, and so the little bit of exposed skin is against all of Alucard.
So's the exact evidence of how aroused this has made the dhampir.]
Go ahead. I'm not cruel.
What that means in practice is that Alucard is careful as he helps Trevor to sit up - arms around the man's waist, pulling him upright. Trevor's flush against him, and so the little bit of exposed skin is against all of Alucard.
So's the exact evidence of how aroused this has made the dhampir.]
Go ahead. I'm not cruel.
[ He doesn’t know the details of Lisa’s death. Sypha probably does, but his own understanding is only that Dracula’s wife was murdered, restarting his crusade against humanity after generations of an uneasy peace. He can tell when a subject is uncomfortable, he just doesn’t have the first clue about why. ]
We’ll still need food. The speaker and I can take care of it, we’ll be careful.
[ There’s no response from the castle other than a slight change in the way the air feels. ]
Maybe it’s easier for it if we leave and go back in. Less of it having to drag us around.
We’ll still need food. The speaker and I can take care of it, we’ll be careful.
[ There’s no response from the castle other than a slight change in the way the air feels. ]
Maybe it’s easier for it if we leave and go back in. Less of it having to drag us around.
Right. Of course not. [ That was probably intended to be sarcastic, but tone is a little difficult when every word comes out as the same all-too-aroused whine. Even just that exposed sliver of skin against the coolness of Alucard’s stomach is so much. Not to mention the- oh.
Oh. Alucard’s just as into this as he is. That’s good to know.
He’s slow as he undoes his tunic, because this whole thing has him so aroused that even the cloth brushing against his back is an almost unbearable amount of stimulation, stuck in that same area of too much but not enough that the kisses through the cloth were. Eventually, though, he shrugs the sleeves of it off his shoulders. It’s still there on his back, held in place by Alucard’s chest against him. But it’ll be gone the second one of them moves away from the other. ]
Oh. Alucard’s just as into this as he is. That’s good to know.
He’s slow as he undoes his tunic, because this whole thing has him so aroused that even the cloth brushing against his back is an almost unbearable amount of stimulation, stuck in that same area of too much but not enough that the kisses through the cloth were. Eventually, though, he shrugs the sleeves of it off his shoulders. It’s still there on his back, held in place by Alucard’s chest against him. But it’ll be gone the second one of them moves away from the other. ]
"Yes."
The reply is immediate and so very forthright. It still hurts, talking of what happened and how badly it went, but...if D has any relation to him at all, no matter how distant, it does feel right to share.
He breathes out, because the articulation is a struggle.
"It's just hard to remember that given what happened after. They roll into one awful bundle."
The reply is immediate and so very forthright. It still hurts, talking of what happened and how badly it went, but...if D has any relation to him at all, no matter how distant, it does feel right to share.
He breathes out, because the articulation is a struggle.
"It's just hard to remember that given what happened after. They roll into one awful bundle."
Right.
[So Alucard walks out, and again he's greeted by their strange surroundings. England is...he doesn't know what to make of it. It's so damn green, and he's used to dense woods that are almost impossible to navigate.]
I suppose hunting as a wolf will draw too much attention?
[So Alucard walks out, and again he's greeted by their strange surroundings. England is...he doesn't know what to make of it. It's so damn green, and he's used to dense woods that are almost impossible to navigate.]
I suppose hunting as a wolf will draw too much attention?
[Alucard finishes the rest of the matter at hand, gleefully tossing the shirt aside. It means Trevor's bare back is against his own bare chest, and fuck. He has to take a moment to breathe out and collect himself. Never mind that it means hot breath against Trevor's neck.
But as they were. Alucard's careful enough to guide Trevor back down, but after that he realizes that making his own composure stick is likely to be harder than expected. The first kiss to Trevor's back is fine. So are the next several. But the more Alucard kisses, the more he realizes that his own desire is threatening to outweigh the delight of drawing this all out.
It is at the halfway point that Alucard accepts that this was never going to last for as long as he really wanted. His kisses speed up and intensify as he reaches the waist of Trevor's trousers, and then?
Then he stops entirely, one hand moving to stroke Trevor's thigh through the cloth.]
Do you promise to never track that much mud into this house again?
[He isn't at a good spot to whisper in Trevor's ear. Alucard only hopes his touch makes up for it.]
But as they were. Alucard's careful enough to guide Trevor back down, but after that he realizes that making his own composure stick is likely to be harder than expected. The first kiss to Trevor's back is fine. So are the next several. But the more Alucard kisses, the more he realizes that his own desire is threatening to outweigh the delight of drawing this all out.
It is at the halfway point that Alucard accepts that this was never going to last for as long as he really wanted. His kisses speed up and intensify as he reaches the waist of Trevor's trousers, and then?
Then he stops entirely, one hand moving to stroke Trevor's thigh through the cloth.]
Do you promise to never track that much mud into this house again?
[He isn't at a good spot to whisper in Trevor's ear. Alucard only hopes his touch makes up for it.]
Life isn’t safe. If you wait for a convenient time, it will never happen.
[Hector lives the opposite way, impulsively, never planning anything. It hasn't killed him yet.
He shrugs. It doesn’t really matter to him either way... except that necromancers, as a rule, hate wasted potential. Alucard should thrive, not secret himself away. Not that Hector cares.
He doesn’t sound convincing even to himself.]
Whatever we use, we won’t need it ‘til we have the yogurt ready. I recall there being at least one starter culture last time I used this kitchen.
[He looks around. Even if Dracula didn’t eat, he dabbled in all kinds of studies, and kept so many oddities close at hand for experiments.]
[Hector lives the opposite way, impulsively, never planning anything. It hasn't killed him yet.
He shrugs. It doesn’t really matter to him either way... except that necromancers, as a rule, hate wasted potential. Alucard should thrive, not secret himself away. Not that Hector cares.
Whatever we use, we won’t need it ‘til we have the yogurt ready. I recall there being at least one starter culture last time I used this kitchen.
[He looks around. Even if Dracula didn’t eat, he dabbled in all kinds of studies, and kept so many oddities close at hand for experiments.]
"All the more reason to try," D says quietly. It's clearly an effort for Adrian to talk about the matter at all, and he hasn't forgotten his insistence that D not ask about their deaths shortly after they'd met.
But if Adrian is willing to make the effort, he can try as well.
"You shouldn't let how it ended overwhelm what it was before or lock away the memories because parts are painful to think of.
"If you do that enough, you won't be able to remember the good in the end. All that will remain is the pain."
But if Adrian is willing to make the effort, he can try as well.
"You shouldn't let how it ended overwhelm what it was before or lock away the memories because parts are painful to think of.
"If you do that enough, you won't be able to remember the good in the end. All that will remain is the pain."
Out here? You'll stick out, but as long as we keep an ear to the ground for people complaining about a funny-looking wolf and stay away from people it ought to be safe.
[ He walks out, then immediately turns around to re-enter the building. Sure enough, the door leads into the castle this time. ]
So now- three things. The business with Dracula, the business with London, and defending the castle. [ He looks to Alucard for a moment as if for guidance before coming up with the answer himself. He's still not used to having two-way conversations with the coffin guy. ] We stay here. Anyone aiming to do Dracula Bullshit will be watching for the castle moving. They'll know. We wait for them and see if we can lure them out while it recovers.
[ He walks out, then immediately turns around to re-enter the building. Sure enough, the door leads into the castle this time. ]
So now- three things. The business with Dracula, the business with London, and defending the castle. [ He looks to Alucard for a moment as if for guidance before coming up with the answer himself. He's still not used to having two-way conversations with the coffin guy. ] We stay here. Anyone aiming to do Dracula Bullshit will be watching for the castle moving. They'll know. We wait for them and see if we can lure them out while it recovers.
I'll only hunt in new moons. That should decrease attention as well.
[A white wolf in the full brightness of the moon is how bad things happen.]
Belmont? Do you think that the first two could be interconnected by some means?
[A white wolf in the full brightness of the moon is how bad things happen.]
Belmont? Do you think that the first two could be interconnected by some means?
You know what I mean.
[When things aren't hanging by a thread like they are now. Dracula's death has been a new host of problems, with vampires trying to take his place. It's exhausting, and Trevor and Sypha are away too much. The castle and Hold need protecting. That is the end all and be all of it.]
Hm. I might have put it in the pantry with my bread starters.
[Because of course he has those.
Alucard gestures Hector over to a small closet door, revealing a pantry. He's sure Hector must have seen it before, but it's newly reorganized with spices labeled, pickled everything, and in one corner, a small army of starters.]
See anything familiar?
[When things aren't hanging by a thread like they are now. Dracula's death has been a new host of problems, with vampires trying to take his place. It's exhausting, and Trevor and Sypha are away too much. The castle and Hold need protecting. That is the end all and be all of it.]
Hm. I might have put it in the pantry with my bread starters.
[Because of course he has those.
Alucard gestures Hector over to a small closet door, revealing a pantry. He's sure Hector must have seen it before, but it's newly reorganized with spices labeled, pickled everything, and in one corner, a small army of starters.]
See anything familiar?
"It's far easier to say such words, even if they are correct, than do them."
Alucard's smile is fragile. Frought. Then it fades, and his attention goes back to the notebook. To D's drawing. To the things that are so much easier than think about what happened.
"But thank you all the same."
Alucard's smile is fragile. Frought. Then it fades, and his attention goes back to the notebook. To D's drawing. To the things that are so much easier than think about what happened.
"But thank you all the same."
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