[ Sypha can't come here, not tonight. No matter how fascinated she is by the idea of attending one of the Queen's parties. Trevor isn't sure whether he wishes she could or not - she would love it here, fill herself with enough stories to last her a lifetime. Drink them from jeweled goblets. But she would be in the presence of the queen, in the most dangerous place that one can be on the shortest night of the year.
'Here' isn't anywhere in particular. It isn't the beautiful lands, but nor is it anywhere in Wallachia. It's a space between worlds, one that will only exist until morning, a place that operates on the logic of dreams, formed from the stuff of them. It's a few hours or a few days - one can never tell, at these events - into the gathering when the queen claps her hands. The food turns to ash, the wine to vinegar, the music to silence. ]
My beloved subjects. I ask that you honour my dearest guest. It is so terribly rare that his kind attend our summer celebrations.
[ Alucard almost certainly cannot remember choosing to come here. He never chose to come here, after all, he is simply here because the queen willed it so - and she may well be telling the truth, that she invited him here only because she found the idea of a vampire being able to attend the celebration of endless sunlight amusing. She doesn't care enough for the affairs of the individual families to have any motivation connected to the Belmonts' dealings, though Dracula is not so below her notice and this could be a deliberate move to demonstrate her power over him. It's hard to tell, with Titania.
Leon is the first to move, but it's Trevor who reaches Alucard's side first. He slips an arm into his to lead him before the queen, whispering as he does. ]
Don't look at her. Just don't look at her, and we can keep you safe.
back on this fairy au bullshit
'Here' isn't anywhere in particular. It isn't the beautiful lands, but nor is it anywhere in Wallachia. It's a space between worlds, one that will only exist until morning, a place that operates on the logic of dreams, formed from the stuff of them. It's a few hours or a few days - one can never tell, at these events - into the gathering when the queen claps her hands. The food turns to ash, the wine to vinegar, the music to silence. ]
My beloved subjects. I ask that you honour my dearest guest. It is so terribly rare that his kind attend our summer celebrations.
[ Alucard almost certainly cannot remember choosing to come here. He never chose to come here, after all, he is simply here because the queen willed it so - and she may well be telling the truth, that she invited him here only because she found the idea of a vampire being able to attend the celebration of endless sunlight amusing. She doesn't care enough for the affairs of the individual families to have any motivation connected to the Belmonts' dealings, though Dracula is not so below her notice and this could be a deliberate move to demonstrate her power over him. It's hard to tell, with Titania.
Leon is the first to move, but it's Trevor who reaches Alucard's side first. He slips an arm into his to lead him before the queen, whispering as he does. ]
Don't look at her. Just don't look at her, and we can keep you safe.