[Alucard travels with Sypha, but there are a great number of particulars he takes care of as he does so. First and most important is finding a way to balance between her and not leaving his mother alone during daylight hours. The speakers are good allies to have, as taking care to note the spread of witch trials is impossible without them. Alucard is terrified of such accusations reaching their doorstep, and so is his father. To travel with Sypha almost feels like a betrayal, but there is a schedule and there is Lisa's demand that if her husband is to take a break from traveling, then her son should do so instead.
Then there is the question of shape. As a wolf, Alucard is imposing, but he might look more akin to a witch's familiar than a large dog, so the form is used carefully. At best, he's a wolf by night when on watch, capable of sussing out real threats and taking most of them down in that shape. In daylight, he is always a man, just an oddly matched one for traveling with a Speaker.
The wolf form is easier. There is no need to fill in the hours with discussion as human form demands, and for a while it is awkward. Alucard wants to be distant, because the moment that Trevor returns is the moment he must be gone. Every time he opens his mouth around Sypha, every actual conversation he has with her, he can feel the growth of emotions towards her, and that is wrong on every level. She has a love and it is the mark of a lowlife to even accidentally move in when Trevor is absent but not.
And isn't that the real problem? Sypha's infinitely warm. So easy to love. They talk magic theory into the night, and then about her travels by day, and it goes on and on and it hurts to think of leaving it behind. Even if it's for everyone's best.
Trevor's attempts at reformation have been fascinating, albeit gross in turn. He did sort of want the weird skeleton to stick around for a little, mostly because Lisa Tepes would be fascinated.
Alucard is very much not asleep when Trevor reforms again. He only has his eyes closed. It means that the minute Trevor is there, Alucard snaps upright from his reclined position in front of the fire, and--
--oh fuck him, he's eye level with Trevor's cock. Of course he is.]
[ It’s a genuine question. And also, probably not one that Alucard can conclusively answer (it’s probably not his name). He considers it and then opens and closes a two-fingered hand. ]
[There's. Too much. Dick. In Alucard's line of view. So he does the only thing he can do at this moment, which is fling one of the fur blankets over at Trevor and groan.]
[Alucard shakes his head, and there's a sigh of relief once Trevor has the blanket over his lap. The vampire isn't moving either, but this is...both better and worse, isn't it?]
How much longer until it is done then, do you suppose?
Another two sennights, if enough of them want to join me.
[ Not all moths want to become part of something bigger than themselves, feel the calling to follow Sypha and that little jewelled box she wears around. Maybe just under half. Even by fairy understanding it’s a lot to ask for them to give up themselves as individuals to be part of a larger whole, especially when that larger whole is still forming. They get a life longer than a month or so, the ability to do and comprehend things that they could never have done alone. But they lose themselves. ]
Then I’ll wake up, and I’ll be able to tell me what I am. I’m- excited for that, I think.
[ He’s still a lot of combined moth brains trying to put things together based on an understanding of the world mostly gleaned from overhearing snippets of Alucard and Sypha’s conversations. He isn’t entirely sure what ‘excited’ is, but it sounds right. ]
[It isn't for Alucard's emotions, but that's the least important part of all of this. Sypha misses Trevor. Alucard misses being home. They all have other things they need to do, and it all rests on Trevor regaining all of himself.
There's a sigh, and Alucard rests his chin atop his knees.]
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Then there is the question of shape. As a wolf, Alucard is imposing, but he might look more akin to a witch's familiar than a large dog, so the form is used carefully. At best, he's a wolf by night when on watch, capable of sussing out real threats and taking most of them down in that shape. In daylight, he is always a man, just an oddly matched one for traveling with a Speaker.
The wolf form is easier. There is no need to fill in the hours with discussion as human form demands, and for a while it is awkward. Alucard wants to be distant, because the moment that Trevor returns is the moment he must be gone. Every time he opens his mouth around Sypha, every actual conversation he has with her, he can feel the growth of emotions towards her, and that is wrong on every level. She has a love and it is the mark of a lowlife to even accidentally move in when Trevor is absent but not.
And isn't that the real problem? Sypha's infinitely warm. So easy to love. They talk magic theory into the night, and then about her travels by day, and it goes on and on and it hurts to think of leaving it behind. Even if it's for everyone's best.
Trevor's attempts at reformation have been fascinating, albeit gross in turn. He did sort of want the weird skeleton to stick around for a little, mostly because Lisa Tepes would be fascinated.
Alucard is very much not asleep when Trevor reforms again. He only has his eyes closed. It means that the minute Trevor is there, Alucard snaps upright from his reclined position in front of the fire, and--
--oh fuck him, he's eye level with Trevor's cock. Of course he is.]
Trousers!
[He hisses as not to wake Sypha, but still.]
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[ It’s a genuine question. And also, probably not one that Alucard can conclusively answer (it’s probably not his name). He considers it and then opens and closes a two-fingered hand. ]
I have nearly all of my body, now.
[ YES. ALUCARD CAN SEE THAT. ]
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[There's. Too much. Dick. In Alucard's line of view. So he does the only thing he can do at this moment, which is fling one of the fur blankets over at Trevor and groan.]
Wrap this around your groin. Now.
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[ He picks up the blanket, holding it in front of him for a moment. ]
My dick isn’t cold.
[ But he does, at least, rest the blanket over his lap. ]
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[Alucard shakes his head, and there's a sigh of relief once Trevor has the blanket over his lap. The vampire isn't moving either, but this is...both better and worse, isn't it?]
How much longer until it is done then, do you suppose?
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[ Not all moths want to become part of something bigger than themselves, feel the calling to follow Sypha and that little jewelled box she wears around. Maybe just under half. Even by fairy understanding it’s a lot to ask for them to give up themselves as individuals to be part of a larger whole, especially when that larger whole is still forming. They get a life longer than a month or so, the ability to do and comprehend things that they could never have done alone. But they lose themselves. ]
Then I’ll wake up, and I’ll be able to tell me what I am. I’m- excited for that, I think.
[ He’s still a lot of combined moth brains trying to put things together based on an understanding of the world mostly gleaned from overhearing snippets of Alucard and Sypha’s conversations. He isn’t entirely sure what ‘excited’ is, but it sounds right. ]
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[It isn't for Alucard's emotions, but that's the least important part of all of this. Sypha misses Trevor. Alucard misses being home. They all have other things they need to do, and it all rests on Trevor regaining all of himself.
There's a sigh, and Alucard rests his chin atop his knees.]
She'll be overjoyed.