[ He looks at the stone in confusion - it's something of his, he can tell that much, and that means he had a reason to give it away. But if Alucard wants him to have it back...
He absorbs it into himself, the same way he would his moths, and then goes very still for a moment. Oh. ]
I- didn't want it. I didn't want to have it, if you had no choice in- are you sure?
[ He wants to remember it. He was happy. But he doesn't want to have it at Alucard's expense. ]
[ Before he can think about it too much, he moves his face forward, closing the gap between them.
It's wonderful. Better than the one he remembers, because there's nothing awful forcing it. None of the queen's love of granting wishes but soiling them somehow in the process. None of the queen at all. Just himself and Alucard and the knowledge that Sypha will be here soon and- this one, he has no intention of giving up the memory of.
Nothing dramatic happen. He doesn't become a human in a swirling flurry of moths. The sleeping prince doesn't awaken. He doesn't even have his mouth open this time. It's soft, mostly chaste, and when he pulls back (far too soon, but there'll be other times. there have to be other times) he's wearing that look of being stupid with contentment. ]
[It doesn't feel right to push for more than what the kiss is. Chaste. Careful. But still good, and Alucard feels daring enough to put his free hand against Trevor's cheek until they break apart.
There's pink in his cheeks when they're done (it's the first time any kiss he's had has been one of choice.) He doesn't know what to say or do or anything else, so instead he looks down at their intertwined hands.]
You'll have to tell Sypha that I want to do that to her as well. I suspect you'll remember that.
[ He coils both of his wings around Alucard now, cocooning the both of them against the snow. Neither of them need it but- still, it feels right. Not a cage, just an embrace. ]
[The proximity between them is practically nothing now. He sighs a little, not focused on the warmth but on the sense of safety involved. Because that's what it is now, isn't it? Safety.]
That's what I want.
[No cages at all. And isn't that the greatest show of trust, going down this road?]
[ He hesitates only a little before reaching up with his free hand, twisting a lock of Alucard's hair around a finger slowly. He's- probably allowed to do that now, right? It's going to take a little getting used to, being allowed to touch Alucard like this, but he's not about to complain. ]
Mine. [ No. ] Ours.
[ It doesn't mean anything here. Alucard can't be bound in his own dream. But he's wanted to say it for the longest time. ]
[ In truth, he doesn't know how much longer he has here. Dreams are like the queen's lands, time compressed and expanded until it doesn't resemble reality at all. ]
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He absorbs it into himself, the same way he would his moths, and then goes very still for a moment. Oh. ]
I- didn't want it. I didn't want to have it, if you had no choice in- are you sure?
[ He wants to remember it. He was happy. But he doesn't want to have it at Alucard's expense. ]
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[Alucard squeezes Trevor's hand once. It's a gesture that tries to be reassuring, although the vampire isn't sure if it translates well or at all.]
I still could have said no, you know. Found a way to hide our faces. But I didn't, Belmont. That was my choice.
Just as this is.
[Slowly, cautiously, unsure of the action, Alucard leans in towards Trevor, his face angled just a little upwards.]
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It's wonderful. Better than the one he remembers, because there's nothing awful forcing it. None of the queen's love of granting wishes but soiling them somehow in the process. None of the queen at all. Just himself and Alucard and the knowledge that Sypha will be here soon and- this one, he has no intention of giving up the memory of.
Nothing dramatic happen. He doesn't become a human in a swirling flurry of moths. The sleeping prince doesn't awaken. He doesn't even have his mouth open this time. It's soft, mostly chaste, and when he pulls back (far too soon, but there'll be other times. there have to be other times) he's wearing that look of being stupid with contentment. ]
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There's pink in his cheeks when they're done (it's the first time any kiss he's had has been one of choice.) He doesn't know what to say or do or anything else, so instead he looks down at their intertwined hands.]
You'll have to tell Sypha that I want to do that to her as well. I suspect you'll remember that.
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[ He coils both of his wings around Alucard now, cocooning the both of them against the snow. Neither of them need it but- still, it feels right. Not a cage, just an embrace. ]
No cages. I promise. Just this.
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[The proximity between them is practically nothing now. He sighs a little, not focused on the warmth but on the sense of safety involved. Because that's what it is now, isn't it? Safety.]
That's what I want.
[No cages at all. And isn't that the greatest show of trust, going down this road?]
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Mine. [ No. ] Ours.
[ It doesn't mean anything here. Alucard can't be bound in his own dream. But he's wanted to say it for the longest time. ]
Until you choose otherwise.
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Ours if she'll have it.
[Sypha does need to choose this too.]
It may be limited to dreams. Is that still acceptable?
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[ He releases the lock of hair, content to just look at Alucard in the same way he looks at Sypha, like a moth staring into a flame. ]
I don't know how long it'll take, but as soon as the medicine's safe for humans- be ready to invite her here.
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And in the mean time, you'll tell her?
[Alucard knows the answer is yes. He just wants to hear it out loud.]
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[ In truth, he doesn't know how much longer he has here. Dreams are like the queen's lands, time compressed and expanded until it doesn't resemble reality at all. ]
I'll tell her the moment I wake.