[ But he looks to the white haired man, who nods. Very well, the sun it is. Still supporting Alucard with his bad arm, he uses his good one to spin the head of the morning star until it gains momentum and then releases it, allowing it to puncture the ceiling above Carmilla. A beam of light floods through the gap, and when it touches Carmilla her flesh bubbles angrily. Only for a moment. Then, she’s dust. The pigs oink in objection, but the forgemaster speaks to them softly until they calm. ]
[Alucard doesn't argue the point, but he doesn't like it. There's the quiet desperation to just have this all be concluded, and then--
--there's light. There's the glorious morning rays, and he can still see some of the purple of the night sky. Alucard's eyes focus only on Carmilla, and then the dust.
A long sigh follows. Alucard seeks one of their hands, Trevor's or Sypha's, he doesn't care.]
Thank you.
[His eyes blink rapidly. Tears threaten, and Alucard doesn't want them. Not now.]
[ It’s Sypha’s, and it squeezes delicately. Despite knowing better, Trevor finds his arms wrapping around Alucard. They almost lost him. He saw how close they came to losing him. ]
We’re here. She’s gone, and we’re here. We’ll get you back home.
[He doesn't flinch. He doesn't fuss or shy away from the contact, but Alucard's eyes flutter closed. A sigh leaves him, and it is so heavy one could be forgiven for thinking of it as a near last breath.]
Home. That'd...yes. The castle's still here, that's a short journey.
[But it also knows where to go next. Somewhere remote and quiet and away from everything.]
No shit it hurts- [ And he’s swiftly interrupted by Sypha’s elbow in his ribs. She looks over the injury again one-handed, not letting go of Alucard’s hand, while Trevor speaks with the white haired man. The man strikes two coins against each other and everything in the slaughterhouse twitches. ]
...yeah. He’ll be just fine here. Let’s get you somewhere less- fragrant. You smell worse than your damn cloak.
[He still wears the cloak, sometimes, when absolutely everything is too overwhelming and he needs additional armor from the world. He'll go outside in it and then run around in the woods, sometimes as a man, sometimes as a wolf, and return looking a little bit better. The stench of it is no more, thanks to constant cleaning, the fact it mostly is a blanket these days, and the fact Alucard cares.
He manages to squeeze Sypha's hand back once.]
Take the dagger before the pigs eat it. Then we can go home.
[He needs it. He needs the thing that killed her, in case someone tries to hurt him again.]
[ It doesn't matter that it's been unstinky for oer a year now. Doesn't matter that when they first found Trevor he smelled worse than the cloak ever has. He's still never going to let the stinky cloak comments drop.
Sypha takes the dagger as well as Trevor's crutch, and Trevor lifts Alucard. It's going to be slow going with him unable to use the crutch, but he should be able to make it to the castle. Hector will stay here to ensure that nobody gets turned, with everything in this slaughterhouse to protect him. Once they're out of the building, Sypha lays one hand on Alucard's shoulder before they go further. ]
[Those are the last words he says before unconsciousness claims him. Alucard expected his long life would be cut short eventually, either by Carmilla or vampire hunters or some other thing that finally let him have the release he wanted. That would at least make him safe.
But he's safe here too. Safe in arms that can carry his weight, safe in arms that fight off what he can't. Carmilla is gone. She's taken so many with her, but not him.
Alucard's head lolls against Trevor's chest, hair everywhere, sometimes brushing against skin, other times against fabric.]
[ When he wakes, it's in the operating room where Trevor was kept not so long ago. The light of sunset streams through the window. Sypha's in a chair by that window, practically aglow in the sunlight as she sleeps. Trevor isn't immediately visible, but the sound of his crutch scraping against the floor and his low, not-entirely-in-tune humming make it clear he's somewhere nearby.
Alucard's hair is slightly damp, and the bandages around his leg and chest are new and clean. The air is full of the telltale smells of clean water and of that slightly perfumed soap that Sypha likes so much - it made more sense to bathe him while he was still unconscious and couldn't panic about the amount of constant contact that needed. There are blankets over him, but over them is the cloak. ]
[Alucard groans when he comes to. Having the light on his face feels wonderful, but the rest of him feels so very, very weighed down. There's a dull, throbbing pain in his leg and something at his chest, but that's about all.
An attempt to move a hand fails, and when that does, Alucard understands they must be giving him some of the painkiller in the castle. The dose is...probably high. But it also says so much that his body accepts it in the first place.
He manages to move his fingers so they can brush over the fur trim of his cloak.]
[ The humming stops, followed by a scrambling of the crutch against stone and then Trevor is there, rushing over to lean over the bed. He smiles, and it's exhausted but it's so, so warm. ]
Of course you fucking wake up now. I just managed to convince her to sleep.
[ He chuckles, and it feels like putting down a weight that he's been carrying the whole time Alucard's been asleep. He lets himself sink into the chair by the bed and reaches to pinch the fabric of Alucard's nightshirt between finger and thumb. ]
You probably need to, but- [ He breathes in and holds it for a few seconds, then lets it out as a sigh. ]
It really does. Like trying to wade through a swamp, but with your brain.
[ He looks surprised by the request, but he reaches out to take both of Alucard's hands in his own, laging the fingers of his good hand with Alucard's and just stroking over his knuckles with the thumb of his bad one. ]
But there's nothing needs thinking about. You can be as stupid as you like for as long as you like, and it won't fuck anything up. You're safe.
That should be fine, yeah. Let's find out what's nearest.
[ Because right now? The castle's acting weird. It's not let either of them leave the vampire's side for anything but the most important things since they got here. Every ddoor just leads back to the room where he is.
It's for that reason that he doesn't wake Sypha. She needs the sleep, and wherever they end up, the castle will make sure that she finds them. ]
'sit okay if I lift you up? I'll- uh. Need my hands for it.
[The mmms are far too elongated. Trevor's experiencing the drug from the other end of it, and the effect of it all is to make him far fuzzier and far more desiring of people contact for the first time in uh. Well, ever, in fact.
Alucard tries to make grabby hands, and that fails.]
[ He remembers basically nothing from back then, though Sypha's teased him about it plenty. Was he really like this? All- soft and grabby and too confused to hurt? He lifts Alucard as carefully as he can, bundling him up against his chest, and starts walking.
The castle will just end up sending him to whichever room Alucard actually meant, he's just about certain of that. It's slow going without his crutch, but he's not too worried about falling. Every time he so much as stumbles, the walls move so that he can lean against one rather than risking falling. It's absolutely for Alucard's sake rather than his own, the castle making sure that he isn't dropped to the ground and hurt more badly, but he's grateful regardless.
He pulls Alucard tighter against his chest with one arm as he opens the door with another, looking to see where the castle decided this corridor should lead. ]
[The castle has decided that the answer is everyone's room. It has a fire lit in the fireplace already, and it is comfortably warm. The curtains are already drawn, and Alucard's eyes blink as they adjust to the low lighting.
Alucard will remember bits of this. Mostly the softness and the warmth. For now though, he tries to press up against Trevor more, and the cloak manages to go with him.]
[ He's not sure what to think of Alucard trying to press against him. That's new. He doesn't do that. But it's nice, while it lasts. He had a suspicion it might be this one. Carefully, he lowers Alucard into the bed and pulls the cloak around him like an extra blanket. ]
She'll be here when she wakes up. The castle'll make sure she finds us.
[ There's no chair here, so he sits on the side of the bed instead, placing a hand next to Alucard in case he still wants hands. ]
[Alucard's mollified within seconds of being placed in the bed. He's somewhere impossibly soft, and Trevor is here, and Alucard is safe. t's enough to make him try and inch closer to Trevor. Make sad, grabby hands at Trevor, wanting to be held but not quite articulate it yet.]
[ First time a Belmont has called this castle good, more than likely. He leans in, and while he's always careful about touching Alucard, grabby hands are kind of a universal gesture. He slides on hand into Alucard's, the other lifting to stroke his hair. His voice is soft and low when he speaks again, half asking permission and half teasing. ]
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[ But he looks to the white haired man, who nods. Very well, the sun it is. Still supporting Alucard with his bad arm, he uses his good one to spin the head of the morning star until it gains momentum and then releases it, allowing it to puncture the ceiling above Carmilla. A beam of light floods through the gap, and when it touches Carmilla her flesh bubbles angrily. Only for a moment. Then, she’s dust. The pigs oink in objection, but the forgemaster speaks to them softly until they calm. ]
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[Alucard doesn't argue the point, but he doesn't like it. There's the quiet desperation to just have this all be concluded, and then--
--there's light. There's the glorious morning rays, and he can still see some of the purple of the night sky. Alucard's eyes focus only on Carmilla, and then the dust.
A long sigh follows. Alucard seeks one of their hands, Trevor's or Sypha's, he doesn't care.]
Thank you.
[His eyes blink rapidly. Tears threaten, and Alucard doesn't want them. Not now.]
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We’re here. She’s gone, and we’re here. We’ll get you back home.
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Home. That'd...yes. The castle's still here, that's a short journey.
[But it also knows where to go next. Somewhere remote and quiet and away from everything.]
The leg hurts more than I'd like.
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No shit it hurts- [ And he’s swiftly interrupted by Sypha’s elbow in his ribs. She looks over the injury again one-handed, not letting go of Alucard’s hand, while Trevor speaks with the white haired man. The man strikes two coins against each other and everything in the slaughterhouse twitches. ]
...yeah. He’ll be just fine here. Let’s get you somewhere less- fragrant. You smell worse than your damn cloak.
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[He still wears the cloak, sometimes, when absolutely everything is too overwhelming and he needs additional armor from the world. He'll go outside in it and then run around in the woods, sometimes as a man, sometimes as a wolf, and return looking a little bit better. The stench of it is no more, thanks to constant cleaning, the fact it mostly is a blanket these days, and the fact Alucard cares.
He manages to squeeze Sypha's hand back once.]
Take the dagger before the pigs eat it. Then we can go home.
[He needs it. He needs the thing that killed her, in case someone tries to hurt him again.]
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Sypha takes the dagger as well as Trevor's crutch, and Trevor lifts Alucard. It's going to be slow going with him unable to use the crutch, but he should be able to make it to the castle. Hector will stay here to ensure that nobody gets turned, with everything in this slaughterhouse to protect him. Once they're out of the building, Sypha lays one hand on Alucard's shoulder before they go further. ]
You're safe with us. Always, from now on.
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[Those are the last words he says before unconsciousness claims him. Alucard expected his long life would be cut short eventually, either by Carmilla or vampire hunters or some other thing that finally let him have the release he wanted. That would at least make him safe.
But he's safe here too. Safe in arms that can carry his weight, safe in arms that fight off what he can't. Carmilla is gone. She's taken so many with her, but not him.
Alucard's head lolls against Trevor's chest, hair everywhere, sometimes brushing against skin, other times against fabric.]
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Alucard's hair is slightly damp, and the bandages around his leg and chest are new and clean. The air is full of the telltale smells of clean water and of that slightly perfumed soap that Sypha likes so much - it made more sense to bathe him while he was still unconscious and couldn't panic about the amount of constant contact that needed. There are blankets over him, but over them is the cloak. ]
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An attempt to move a hand fails, and when that does, Alucard understands they must be giving him some of the painkiller in the castle. The dose is...probably high. But it also says so much that his body accepts it in the first place.
He manages to move his fingers so they can brush over the fur trim of his cloak.]
'Llo?
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Of course you fucking wake up now. I just managed to convince her to sleep.
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[It takes Alucard's face a moment to catch up with what's being said. He gets it. Sypha probably needed the sleep. So did Trevor.
He tries to tuck himself in more, if that's possible. Pull the fluff of the cloak up.]
I can sleep more.
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You probably need to, but- [ He breathes in and holds it for a few seconds, then lets it out as a sigh. ]
-shit, I'm glad to see you awake and talking.
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You're right. Medicine makes you fuzzy.
[it's like everything is muted. On a time delay too.]
Take my hands.
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[ He looks surprised by the request, but he reaches out to take both of Alucard's hands in his own, laging the fingers of his good hand with Alucard's and just stroking over his knuckles with the thumb of his bad one. ]
But there's nothing needs thinking about. You can be as stupid as you like for as long as you like, and it won't fuck anything up. You're safe.
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[Well. He isn't stinky now, but Alucard knows that it could change. Sitting in bed and doing nothing has that effect on a person.
Alucard's hands try to curl around Trevor's. They make...a good attempt, but applying pressure doesn't quite seem to be happening.]
Mmmm. Can I have my bed?
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[ He tries to parse that for a moment, because Alucard's already in bed. After a moment's thought- ]
You want to go to your own room? Or to everyone's room?
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[Great specificity there, Adrian.]
Whichever's nearest.
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[ Because right now? The castle's acting weird. It's not let either of them leave the vampire's side for anything but the most important things since they got here. Every ddoor just leads back to the room where he is.
It's for that reason that he doesn't wake Sypha. She needs the sleep, and wherever they end up, the castle will make sure that she finds them. ]
'sit okay if I lift you up? I'll- uh. Need my hands for it.
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[The mmms are far too elongated. Trevor's experiencing the drug from the other end of it, and the effect of it all is to make him far fuzzier and far more desiring of people contact for the first time in uh. Well, ever, in fact.
Alucard tries to make grabby hands, and that fails.]
S'go.
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The castle will just end up sending him to whichever room Alucard actually meant, he's just about certain of that. It's slow going without his crutch, but he's not too worried about falling. Every time he so much as stumbles, the walls move so that he can lean against one rather than risking falling. It's absolutely for Alucard's sake rather than his own, the castle making sure that he isn't dropped to the ground and hurt more badly, but he's grateful regardless.
He pulls Alucard tighter against his chest with one arm as he opens the door with another, looking to see where the castle decided this corridor should lead. ]
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Alucard will remember bits of this. Mostly the softness and the warmth. For now though, he tries to press up against Trevor more, and the cloak manages to go with him.]
Mmmmmm. Better.
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She'll be here when she wakes up. The castle'll make sure she finds us.
[ There's no chair here, so he sits on the side of the bed instead, placing a hand next to Alucard in case he still wants hands. ]
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S'a good castle.
[A very good castle.]
You should lie down.
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[ First time a Belmont has called this castle good, more than likely. He leans in, and while he's always careful about touching Alucard, grabby hands are kind of a universal gesture. He slides on hand into Alucard's, the other lifting to stroke his hair. His voice is soft and low when he speaks again, half asking permission and half teasing. ]
Now where could I possibly lie down?
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