[ A month comes and goes, and recovery is slow, but it happens. The wings have almost grown enough that they can be cut with a knife that isn't iron so that he can restore them in the fairy way. The antlers will take the better part of a year to grow back again, but they're at least starting. He can walk without support, though he frequently kinds himself with support regardless. The fever finally broke a week after the attack, and the mind-fogging painkillers are only for occasional bad days.
He's still recovering slowly, in the fairy way, and the promised demonstration of his kind's 'well-earned reputation' is yet to happen. But he is recovering.
Sypha hasn't taken the sleeping medicine tonight. She likes to be able to wake up quickly if something goes wrong. Outside of the cave-house, Enid's hounds stalk about. They seemed a better choice than having one of them or one of the sisters themselves take watch, and they like Alucard's wolf form well enough. But Trevor isn't at the cave-house. Not really.
The structure is in the shape of a great bird cage, though the spaces between the bars are wide enough that it could probably be more accurately called a gazebo. The wood that forms it is alive in places, thin branches sprouting from the wooden beams and swirling into intricate patterns. The air is warm, but a cool wind blows through. Outside are the Beautiful Lands, a sea of colour and wild. The sun hangs low, half above and half below the horizon, so that both sunlight and stars light the darkening sky above them.
The floor of the 'cage' is scattered with large cushions and furs and thin silk blankets. Light passes through the thin, colourful cloth hanging from the beams like stained glass. Bowls of candied fruits lie near them, and cups of tea with honey and spices.
It is a cage, despite everything, one that the other two will almost certainly never really go to. But like this? Like this is probably fine.
Trevor is whole, here, and he combs through Alucard's hair, slowly braiding intricate patterns and lilac flowers into it. ]
[Recovery only feels like it happened in retrospect. Day after day, all progress is incremental and slow to the point of agony. Looking back on it though, it's remarkable. Humans still can't heal that fast, and the best of it means Trevor is in his right mind rather than on all the painkillers. As nice as unguarded Trevor was, their Trevor is far more important.
The presence of other Belmonts is something Alucard has grown used to. He doesn't like it, his father really doesn't like it, but it provides enough peace of mind for them both. Dracula's opinion on things generally is at I hate this but it's happened these days, but Alucard has been home during daylight hours more. There have been close calls with the Church lately. Daytime protection is sometimes required.
Right now though, Alucard's thoughts are so terribly far from anything that isn't his immediate surroundings. The gazebo, which even his father hasn't invented yet, is good. He doesn't feel trapped at all, just take someplace where there is time and quiet and indulgence in all of the very best ways. Besides, it's an architectural marvel, and he could gaze at it on that alone. (It'd be interesting, trying to make wooden structures from still going trees.) The rest of it is all atmosphere, wonderfully cool breezes and pastels that paint the sky brilliant.
There's enough yellow in the stained glass to make him practically glow right now, sitting with his back to Trevor while the Belmont does as he wishes. The other two adore playing with his hair, dont' they?]
You two really should grow yours out more so that I'm not the only one that gets their hair played with like this.
I should think I'm already growing back quite enough parts of myself.
[ In reality, anyway. Here, he is whole. He sweeps up Alucard's braid with one hand so he can lean forward to brush his lips against the back of his neck. It's more a scratch of stubble than a kiss. ]
[Alucard lets out a soft noise of contentment of stubble on skin. He's never quite made a secret that it's a sensitive spot, as is the rest of his neck.]
I have to sit back and be still, and after a while, I'm afraid it gets old and rather boring. I can only take so much.
[It's definitely said with some overdramatic tones. Because this is the kind of thing that deserves too much drama.]
[ Alucard's not-really-complaints aside, it's very convenient to be like this. He can flank Alucard with both knees, tilt his head up to catch the tip of a pointed ear between his lips and hold it for a moment. ]
[It's definitely not a complain, but Alucard would absolutely pay to see what Trevor looks like with long hair, if only for the satisfaction to be found in the knowledge. He's about to add that little snippet to the conversation, but there are far more important distractions at the moment.
He sighs with nearly stupid contentment as Trevor tilts his head up, and Alucard's hand searches for Trevor's free one to hold. That's the other stupid part about hair braiding nonsense: hands are occupied.]
First love. [ He says, and he drops the braid to hold Alucard's hand, to wrap the other arm around him. The braid slowly starts to unravel, and it looks a little silly. But who else is here to see? ]
First love, and bats. Weird fucking combination. But it seemed- you know. Appropriate.
[Alucard's hand closes around Trevor's, and never at the start of this would he have believed that such a simple action would make him all but glow with happiness. Because that's what he's doing, even if Trevor's at a terrible angle to see.]
Absolutely bizarre. I'd say that it's too on the nose, but then you'd accuse me of complaining again.
[There's an undercurrent of a laugh in his much too warm voice, and with Trevor's arm around him, Alucard all but melts into Trevor's chest. He's entirely slack, legs stretched out in front of him, just in his shirt and trousers. His boots were taken off at the outset, as he was much too fussed about tracking mud on the floor.]
I would. [ He's kissing behind Alucard's ear now, voice low the being so close. ] Learn to appreciate a good thing when you find one, hmm?
[ Another kiss, and a laugh. It doesn't hurt to laugh here. ] Already regrowing so many parts of myself - what's one more? I can try to grow it out, if you like.
[There's a sharp intake of air from Alucard as Trevor begins to kiss behind his ear. It's coupled with him gripping Trevor's hand tighter, just for a moment. He knows to let it loose after that initial moment.]
Maybe in the future. That's the kind of thing Sypha deserves to see too.
Once I'm whole again, then. You can see how fucking stupid I look for yourself.
[ He knows what that squeeze of the hand means, grip just strong enough to be on the ege of painful for a human and quickly corrected. And so he does it again. ]
Don't need to be so careful. Can't hurt me here, not unless I want you to.
[Alucard's reaction doesn't change, but he tries so very hard to melt further against Trevor. It's so very, very hard to do, but Alucard manages somehow. Trevor's barely begun and he's a stupid, besotted mess.]
Don't want to get used to it here and then mess up when we're elsewhere.
[His other hand needs something to rest upon. It settles for the top of Trevor's thigh, thumb moving over the fabric so very slowly.]
[ He doesn't go for the neck again, not yet. They have time, much as it's always tempting to strike where they've both learned full well the vampire is weakest. There's no need to rush. And things always do end up rushed more often than not when one of them goes for the neck.
Instead he hooks his head over Alucard's shoulder, giving a soft and appreciative sound when Alucard's hand settles against his leg. ]
You wouldn't. I know you wouldn't. [ He doesn't kiss this time, instead leaning his head against the side of Alucard's softly. ] But I appreciate the sentiment, I suppose. Guess being treated like I'm made o glass hasn't lost its novelty yet.
In the heat of the moment, when you have me all too overwhelmed? It might.
[He says it warmly, making it clear that this version of the statement is a joke, not something the vampire is taking with any real sense of seriousness. This place isn't for seriousness.]
You're both precious to me. That's all it ever is, Trevor.
[This is good, this. In truth, Alucard would be happy to go no further than this point tonight, and enjoy the fact that he's being held and maybe spoiled just a little too much. This place is full of the romance that he suspects Trevor had in mind from the very outset, but it's better now. Alucard's here with no fears of reprisal from Dracula, and with complete and utter trust in Trevor to be kind.
It's freeing, letting him have complete control. Not having to worry about a single thing. Just knowing that he's loved and that it'll be shown in every action.
Alucard shifts his head, just so he can kiss Trevor's cheek.]
I know. [ He sighs with contentment at the kiss, then turns his head before Alucard can turn away to kiss his lips. Just for a second, before breaking away to repeat himself.. ] I know.
[ For a little while he goes quiet, seemingly taking a moment to enjoy all of this. The coolness of the evening mingled with the warmth of the day still radiating from the ground. The feeling of Alucard’s back shifting as he breathes. The way that every now and then lilac flowers fall free from the slowly unwinding braids.
And then he leans back to lie in the cushions and look at the stars through the twined branches and leaves above them, pulling Alucard with him and holding him against his chest, one hand still in his, ]
[It's a comfortable silence, the kind of thing that comes easy after so much time spent together. There's no need to fill the space with words - there can be joy found in quiet and in simply being.
Alucard focuses his own eyes with the way colors move across the space they're in, how the light softens then intensifies them with the change of the sun's pattern. He doesn't expect it to set fully, but the sky is ablaze above them and it makes everything that much more intense.
But no. There are stars, and Alucard's pulled onto his back so he can look too.
Except it isn't just stars. There's galaxies he can pick out with his much too good eye sight, he can make out one or two of the planets, and everything is perfect. The scent of lilac is still heavy in the air, and all that Alucard does in terms of movement is bring Trevor's hand up to his mouth and gently brush his lips over the knuckles.]
[ It's so ridiculously saccarine a gesture that he has to bury his face against Alucard's shoulder.
From down here, there's evidence visible that Sypha has been here. Books, mostly. The first thing she did when she learned that she'd made a medicine for lucid dreaming was to teach herself to read in her sleep. Not even Trevor's sisters are entirely sure how that works - it should be impossible to learn new information in dreams - but if anyone was going to manage it it would be Sypha. A thick blue woolen cloak too small for either of them hangs from one of the branches. ]
You deserve perfect. [ There are different words on the tip of his tongue. 'You could have it'. But he couldn't He can't come here in waking, and if he could he wouldn't want to be trapped. Instead he just sighs again, nuzzing against Alucard's shoulder. ] You both do.
[Alucard only huffs in absolute happiness at the gesture. Trevor's face is so impossibly warm against his cool skin, and with the evening comes the chill of night breezes. It's an excuse to draw closer together.
He doesn't miss the books, or the cloak that's clearly meant for Speakers going by color alone. It's nice, knowing that he isn't the first one to step foot here. That Trevor's romanced Sypha many times over in this space, when she wasn't just being a nerd.]
We already have it. [Oh that's over the top mushy, even for him.] The way everything has come together meets the definition, Trevor Belmont.
[ Even here, those spells remain in Alucard, sealed behind that long, ugly scar. Even here, one side of his face is split though by iron, one eye half-blind with it. They're far from perfect, not like they were before. ]
I suppose we do.
[ The chill aside, it's warmer here than it would be in the waking world. Warm and cold each have their benefits, but warm seemed better this time. There will be a time for thick cloaks and blankets and hot tea to warm the hands. Now is a time for lying beneath stars and chills gentle enough to mostly ignore (but just enough to move closer) if clothes come out of order.
He raises the hand that holds Alucard's, gesturing upward and not letting go, so that they have to gesture toward the sky together. ]
It's real, the sky. Mostly. Real as anything is here. [ Which is to say, not at all. Because it's a dream. But in the version of this place that exists somewhere- He knows what he means. ] The land is fairy-made, and the cage is me-made. But we couldn't make something like that. Couldn't even imagine it.
[Aluacrd only nods, because he knows he's right. Save for...save for the Collector, he wouldn't have had things any other way, his scar and the near heartache it caused included. It takes true effort to destroy trust now, and they all know it.
Happily, he shifts in Trevor's arms. The weather is ideal, as the waking world is still full of winter chill and thick furs to be bundled up in. Which he adores, but the late spring feel of here is lovely to indulge in.
As almost a matter of course, Alucard's own hand begins to move, outlining constellations that he can pick out. Even if the sky is only Mostly Real.]
Mmmm, so it's just the background that's someone else's. I don't think I've ever seen things so clearly without the help of a telescope.
That might be a dream thing. You know it's all there, so you can see it. Or- the sky's there, but all the dust and clouds and such isn't. I don't really know.
[ He lets Alucard guide their joined hands, tracing over constellations. It's perfect, the kind of thing that they should do more often in reality, now he's finally started to recover. Alucard with all the constellations taught in books and theories about blazing storms of gas, Sypha with all the ones that mothers whisper to children and stories about wishes and sailors finding their way. Him with the secret names the his kind use to address the stars and the knowledge that they are seeing thousands of years into the past, that some of those stars are long dead.
It would be nice, even if what he can offer is a little sad. He can listen to the other two talking. He could listen to it for a lifetime and not grow bored. Slowly, he releases the arm that's around Alucard and moves it downwards. Enough to slip a hand under his shirt. He doesn't go further than that, just resting his hand there against his side, fingers stoking. ]
[Alucard murmurs softly the name of each constellation as he goes. Sometimes he explains what the shape is, Orion, one of the Greek heroes, but he never veers into a history lesson or anything else.
This is all he wants. He wants it in the waking world, the three of them curled up around Sypha while Alucard talks about the winter's night sky. They can do that now.
Alucard sighs as Trevor slips the hand under his shirt. Going beyond that would be nice, but he doesn't need it. There's only one thing he requires now:]
[ He could rearrange them. They wouldn't be looking at the stars anymore (as if he hasn't been looking at Alucard instead the whole time) but he could do it.
Or he could be a shit.
He leans forward over Alucard's shoulder as far as his neck will allow. He's close enough to his face that if he blinks his eyelashes will brush against skin, but the angle is still absolutely terrible. He smirks, kissing Alucard's cheek. ]
[It's a half whine, half laugh that comes out. It's all impossibly, impossibly smitten, and he tries to shift so he can kiss the Belmont better. This is only a slightly better angle, but he manages to catch the very corner of Trevor's mouth and that counts for something.]
[ Eventually he takes pity on Alucard, freeing their hands from each others so that he can shift out from under him, lowering him onto the cushions below and lying next to him on his side. One hand rests near Alucard's cheek, fingertips stroking against it, positioned so that if he turns onto his side his cheek will be cupped in it. The other takes one of the fallen lilacs from the ground, tucking it behind his ear before reaching over him to return to his side, stroking up and down again. ]
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He's still recovering slowly, in the fairy way, and the promised demonstration of his kind's 'well-earned reputation' is yet to happen. But he is recovering.
Sypha hasn't taken the sleeping medicine tonight. She likes to be able to wake up quickly if something goes wrong. Outside of the cave-house, Enid's hounds stalk about. They seemed a better choice than having one of them or one of the sisters themselves take watch, and they like Alucard's wolf form well enough. But Trevor isn't at the cave-house. Not really.
The structure is in the shape of a great bird cage, though the spaces between the bars are wide enough that it could probably be more accurately called a gazebo. The wood that forms it is alive in places, thin branches sprouting from the wooden beams and swirling into intricate patterns. The air is warm, but a cool wind blows through. Outside are the Beautiful Lands, a sea of colour and wild. The sun hangs low, half above and half below the horizon, so that both sunlight and stars light the darkening sky above them.
The floor of the 'cage' is scattered with large cushions and furs and thin silk blankets. Light passes through the thin, colourful cloth hanging from the beams like stained glass. Bowls of candied fruits lie near them, and cups of tea with honey and spices.
It is a cage, despite everything, one that the other two will almost certainly never really go to. But like this? Like this is probably fine.
Trevor is whole, here, and he combs through Alucard's hair, slowly braiding intricate patterns and lilac flowers into it. ]
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The presence of other Belmonts is something Alucard has grown used to. He doesn't like it, his father really doesn't like it, but it provides enough peace of mind for them both. Dracula's opinion on things generally is at I hate this but it's happened these days, but Alucard has been home during daylight hours more. There have been close calls with the Church lately. Daytime protection is sometimes required.
Right now though, Alucard's thoughts are so terribly far from anything that isn't his immediate surroundings. The gazebo, which even his father hasn't invented yet, is good. He doesn't feel trapped at all, just take someplace where there is time and quiet and indulgence in all of the very best ways. Besides, it's an architectural marvel, and he could gaze at it on that alone. (It'd be interesting, trying to make wooden structures from still going trees.) The rest of it is all atmosphere, wonderfully cool breezes and pastels that paint the sky brilliant.
There's enough yellow in the stained glass to make him practically glow right now, sitting with his back to Trevor while the Belmont does as he wishes. The other two adore playing with his hair, dont' they?]
You two really should grow yours out more so that I'm not the only one that gets their hair played with like this.
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[ In reality, anyway. Here, he is whole. He sweeps up Alucard's braid with one hand so he can lean forward to brush his lips against the back of his neck. It's more a scratch of stubble than a kiss. ]
Or are you jealous that you never have a turn?
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[Alucard lets out a soft noise of contentment of stubble on skin. He's never quite made a secret that it's a sensitive spot, as is the rest of his neck.]
I have to sit back and be still, and after a while, I'm afraid it gets old and rather boring. I can only take so much.
[It's definitely said with some overdramatic tones. Because this is the kind of thing that deserves too much drama.]
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[ Alucard's not-really-complaints aside, it's very convenient to be like this. He can flank Alucard with both knees, tilt his head up to catch the tip of a pointed ear between his lips and hold it for a moment. ]
I can stop, if you like.
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[It's definitely not a complain, but Alucard would absolutely pay to see what Trevor looks like with long hair, if only for the satisfaction to be found in the knowledge. He's about to add that little snippet to the conversation, but there are far more important distractions at the moment.
He sighs with nearly stupid contentment as Trevor tilts his head up, and Alucard's hand searches for Trevor's free one to hold. That's the other stupid part about hair braiding nonsense: hands are occupied.]
Liliac though?
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First love, and bats. Weird fucking combination. But it seemed- you know. Appropriate.
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Absolutely bizarre. I'd say that it's too on the nose, but then you'd accuse me of complaining again.
[There's an undercurrent of a laugh in his much too warm voice, and with Trevor's arm around him, Alucard all but melts into Trevor's chest. He's entirely slack, legs stretched out in front of him, just in his shirt and trousers. His boots were taken off at the outset, as he was much too fussed about tracking mud on the floor.]
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[ Another kiss, and a laugh. It doesn't hurt to laugh here. ] Already regrowing so many parts of myself - what's one more? I can try to grow it out, if you like.
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[There's a sharp intake of air from Alucard as Trevor begins to kiss behind his ear. It's coupled with him gripping Trevor's hand tighter, just for a moment. He knows to let it loose after that initial moment.]
Maybe in the future. That's the kind of thing Sypha deserves to see too.
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[ He knows what that squeeze of the hand means, grip just strong enough to be on the ege of painful for a human and quickly corrected. And so he does it again. ]
Don't need to be so careful. Can't hurt me here, not unless I want you to.
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[Alucard's reaction doesn't change, but he tries so very hard to melt further against Trevor. It's so very, very hard to do, but Alucard manages somehow. Trevor's barely begun and he's a stupid, besotted mess.]
Don't want to get used to it here and then mess up when we're elsewhere.
[His other hand needs something to rest upon. It settles for the top of Trevor's thigh, thumb moving over the fabric so very slowly.]
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Instead he hooks his head over Alucard's shoulder, giving a soft and appreciative sound when Alucard's hand settles against his leg. ]
You wouldn't. I know you wouldn't. [ He doesn't kiss this time, instead leaning his head against the side of Alucard's softly. ] But I appreciate the sentiment, I suppose. Guess being treated like I'm made o glass hasn't lost its novelty yet.
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[He says it warmly, making it clear that this version of the statement is a joke, not something the vampire is taking with any real sense of seriousness. This place isn't for seriousness.]
You're both precious to me. That's all it ever is, Trevor.
[This is good, this. In truth, Alucard would be happy to go no further than this point tonight, and enjoy the fact that he's being held and maybe spoiled just a little too much. This place is full of the romance that he suspects Trevor had in mind from the very outset, but it's better now. Alucard's here with no fears of reprisal from Dracula, and with complete and utter trust in Trevor to be kind.
It's freeing, letting him have complete control. Not having to worry about a single thing. Just knowing that he's loved and that it'll be shown in every action.
Alucard shifts his head, just so he can kiss Trevor's cheek.]
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[ For a little while he goes quiet, seemingly taking a moment to enjoy all of this. The coolness of the evening mingled with the warmth of the day still radiating from the ground. The feeling of Alucard’s back shifting as he breathes. The way that every now and then lilac flowers fall free from the slowly unwinding braids.
And then he leans back to lie in the cushions and look at the stars through the twined branches and leaves above them, pulling Alucard with him and holding him against his chest, one hand still in his, ]
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Alucard focuses his own eyes with the way colors move across the space they're in, how the light softens then intensifies them with the change of the sun's pattern. He doesn't expect it to set fully, but the sky is ablaze above them and it makes everything that much more intense.
But no. There are stars, and Alucard's pulled onto his back so he can look too.
Except it isn't just stars. There's galaxies he can pick out with his much too good eye sight, he can make out one or two of the planets, and everything is perfect. The scent of lilac is still heavy in the air, and all that Alucard does in terms of movement is bring Trevor's hand up to his mouth and gently brush his lips over the knuckles.]
This is perfect.
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From down here, there's evidence visible that Sypha has been here. Books, mostly. The first thing she did when she learned that she'd made a medicine for lucid dreaming was to teach herself to read in her sleep. Not even Trevor's sisters are entirely sure how that works - it should be impossible to learn new information in dreams - but if anyone was going to manage it it would be Sypha. A thick blue woolen cloak too small for either of them hangs from one of the branches. ]
You deserve perfect. [ There are different words on the tip of his tongue. 'You could have it'. But he couldn't He can't come here in waking, and if he could he wouldn't want to be trapped. Instead he just sighs again, nuzzing against Alucard's shoulder. ] You both do.
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He doesn't miss the books, or the cloak that's clearly meant for Speakers going by color alone. It's nice, knowing that he isn't the first one to step foot here. That Trevor's romanced Sypha many times over in this space, when she wasn't just being a nerd.]
We already have it. [Oh that's over the top mushy, even for him.] The way everything has come together meets the definition, Trevor Belmont.
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I suppose we do.
[ The chill aside, it's warmer here than it would be in the waking world. Warm and cold each have their benefits, but warm seemed better this time. There will be a time for thick cloaks and blankets and hot tea to warm the hands. Now is a time for lying beneath stars and chills gentle enough to mostly ignore (but just enough to move closer) if clothes come out of order.
He raises the hand that holds Alucard's, gesturing upward and not letting go, so that they have to gesture toward the sky together. ]
It's real, the sky. Mostly. Real as anything is here. [ Which is to say, not at all. Because it's a dream. But in the version of this place that exists somewhere- He knows what he means. ] The land is fairy-made, and the cage is me-made. But we couldn't make something like that. Couldn't even imagine it.
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Happily, he shifts in Trevor's arms. The weather is ideal, as the waking world is still full of winter chill and thick furs to be bundled up in. Which he adores, but the late spring feel of here is lovely to indulge in.
As almost a matter of course, Alucard's own hand begins to move, outlining constellations that he can pick out. Even if the sky is only Mostly Real.]
Mmmm, so it's just the background that's someone else's. I don't think I've ever seen things so clearly without the help of a telescope.
[It is clear he approves though.]
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[ He lets Alucard guide their joined hands, tracing over constellations. It's perfect, the kind of thing that they should do more often in reality, now he's finally started to recover. Alucard with all the constellations taught in books and theories about blazing storms of gas, Sypha with all the ones that mothers whisper to children and stories about wishes and sailors finding their way. Him with the secret names the his kind use to address the stars and the knowledge that they are seeing thousands of years into the past, that some of those stars are long dead.
It would be nice, even if what he can offer is a little sad. He can listen to the other two talking. He could listen to it for a lifetime and not grow bored. Slowly, he releases the arm that's around Alucard and moves it downwards. Enough to slip a hand under his shirt. He doesn't go further than that, just resting his hand there against his side, fingers stoking. ]
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[Alucard murmurs softly the name of each constellation as he goes. Sometimes he explains what the shape is, Orion, one of the Greek heroes, but he never veers into a history lesson or anything else.
This is all he wants. He wants it in the waking world, the three of them curled up around Sypha while Alucard talks about the winter's night sky. They can do that now.
Alucard sighs as Trevor slips the hand under his shirt. Going beyond that would be nice, but he doesn't need it. There's only one thing he requires now:]
S'hard to kiss you at this angle.
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Or he could be a shit.
He leans forward over Alucard's shoulder as far as his neck will allow. He's close enough to his face that if he blinks his eyelashes will brush against skin, but the angle is still absolutely terrible. He smirks, kissing Alucard's cheek. ]
Try harder, then.
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[It's a half whine, half laugh that comes out. It's all impossibly, impossibly smitten, and he tries to shift so he can kiss the Belmont better. This is only a slightly better angle, but he manages to catch the very corner of Trevor's mouth and that counts for something.]
Better.
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More convenient?
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