[Alucard lets out a very, very soft sigh, his gaze turned downward at the great big Belmont index. There's a moment he takes to tuck his hair back behind his ears, as the stuff's getting in the way.]
You...represent a great many things in this house, Leon Belmont. Those things are sometimes contradictory, or as you've already deduced, emotionally loaded. They're likewise things that you can't possibly know until they are said.
[It's not fine, but Alucard's trying. Hard.]
After a Treffor, apparently. Sypha was just as confused, as the name is very much not French. As for how to describe them both.
[Alucard pauses, shaking his head with a stupid fondness.] Sypha's among the Speakers. Quick and quick witted, with far more emotional intelligence than either of us combined. A magic user with no equal, and a woman who refuses to deal with anyone's nonsense. I've never had the pleasure of the company with someone else with such a calm, cool head on her shoulders or someone who makes herself so easy to love. We've spent so many hours down here bickering about dead languages that I think Trevor resents it.
[Trevor mostly just gets bored and then complains that they've been gone all day.]
He's...prickly. And guarded. Things took a poor turn and he needed armor that no other Belmont required for the world, but there is a fundamental sense of morality in him. It just hides under a gruffer exterior that loves to protest and be sarcastic. Hardly a model knight, but neither of us would want that anyway. Rough around the edges and complaining is a far better man to--
[Oh.]
We're...all involved with each other, even if a marriage between three people is impossible without one of us being a dhampir and the other being a Speaker and thus a heretic in the eyes of the Church.
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You...represent a great many things in this house, Leon Belmont. Those things are sometimes contradictory, or as you've already deduced, emotionally loaded. They're likewise things that you can't possibly know until they are said.
[It's not fine, but Alucard's trying. Hard.]
After a Treffor, apparently. Sypha was just as confused, as the name is very much not French. As for how to describe them both.
[Alucard pauses, shaking his head with a stupid fondness.] Sypha's among the Speakers. Quick and quick witted, with far more emotional intelligence than either of us combined. A magic user with no equal, and a woman who refuses to deal with anyone's nonsense. I've never had the pleasure of the company with someone else with such a calm, cool head on her shoulders or someone who makes herself so easy to love. We've spent so many hours down here bickering about dead languages that I think Trevor resents it.
[Trevor mostly just gets bored and then complains that they've been gone all day.]
He's...prickly. And guarded. Things took a poor turn and he needed armor that no other Belmont required for the world, but there is a fundamental sense of morality in him. It just hides under a gruffer exterior that loves to protest and be sarcastic. Hardly a model knight, but neither of us would want that anyway. Rough around the edges and complaining is a far better man to--
[Oh.]
We're...all involved with each other, even if a marriage between three people is impossible without one of us being a dhampir and the other being a Speaker and thus a heretic in the eyes of the Church.