[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. ]
[While the castle doesn't respond, it'll remember that, Trevor Belmont.
He's close, but not close enough. Alucard's hand can manage a better squeeze around Trevor's, fingers interlacing without a moment's hesitation. Turns out that the vampire on morphine is a cuddle monster.
There's a soft whine. Alucard knows it's asking permission but still!!!]
[ Well how can he deny the vampire cuddles when he's acting like this? He kicks off his boots, climbing into the bed.
It feels a little wrong to pull the vampire against him, to pull the blankets around both of them and settle with his lips in Alucard's hair. A little like taking advantage of all of this, knowing how difficult this would be normally.
But it's nice. It's nice, and right now it seems like it would make him happy. So it can't be that bad. ]
[He'd never manage this in any other state. Part of Alucard seems to know that too, even as he tries to move in closer. Not that he can, pulled snug against Trevor and kept in place by warm hands and warmer blankets. It's good, this. He's safe like this. Everything hurts so badly, but he's safe.]
[ He strokes Alucard's back slowly, kissing the top of his head. It's- kind of fucked up, honestly. That this is everything he's wanted for so long, and that this is what has to happen to achieve it. But it feels right, to wrap himself around Alucard, put himself between him and the world. It's the only thing he's ever been able to do for anyone, and it feels like putting a puzzle piece into place.
This is where he belongs, between the two of them and anything that would harm them. And for now, even if it's only for now. Even if this can never happen again, for now he's here. ]
Good. [There's a soft rumble, the kind of noise Alucard sometimes makes as a wolf when one of the two manage to find the exact perfect spot to shower him in pets and adoration. He's clearly comfortable right now, and...
...and he has no filter, as becomes a little too clear in his next few words.]
Wish she hadn't made it so hard for me to enjoy something like this.
You killed her. If you want to, you can kill everything she left behind. We'll help you.
[ Shit, was he like this? This is really too intimate. Not the touching, even, so much as what's being shared so easily. He makes a mental note to ask later if he said anything he shouldn't while he was all fuzzy with medicine.
Later. Not yet. Right now, everything he does is about making sure this is as perfect as possible. That Alucard has everything he needs. ]
But not yet. Right now, we stay here. And I kiss you, if you want.
[ And he does kiss Alucard. On the top of the head again, and then on the forehead. Over the eyelids, down the bridge of his nose, all the way to his mouth. It's light, barely brushing lips against his, but it's a kiss nonetheless. ]
But if you're tired of fighting, if you can't do it, we won't love you any less. I promise.
It'd be nice. No more fights. Worries. Just here. Just safe.
[There are such soft, happy noises at those kisses. One could be forgiven for thinking the vampire some kind of softer, furry creature at the moment. But no, he's just Adrian. Adrian with none of Adrian's fears or terrors, and it makes him so much softer and wanting.]
[ Part of him says no. Part of him hears that question and knows what's being asked of him really, to just stay safe and be happy and not concern himself with the world outside of his speaker and vampire and- god, he owes the world so much better than that.
But he owes Alucard and Sypha, too. He owes them more than he ever owed the world. ]
[Alucard presses close and buries his face into Trevor's shoulder. That's all he's ever needed, maybe. To be told that he's home and he is not only safe, but so very well protected.]
[ There is one thing that needed to be done, though, once Alucard was awake again. They fed him enough to keep him stable before, but-
-shit, the castle's rearranged. He's pretty sure he had a clean needle in this room, but there's a wall where the bedside table where he kept it used to be, stopping him from leaving the bed. ]
You need to feed, though. Ask the castle to let me get the equipment?
Food! Food means faster recovery! Alucard tries to think, but he has a face full of Belmont. That's distracting, and Alucard wants to fuss about being distracted.
[ Ugh, he's going to have to climb over Alucard to get out of the bed and then- he can't see the door. hopefully the room still has one. He kisses Alucard's forehead again. ]
[He doesn't let go at first. Trevor has to extract himself, and when he is out of bed, Alucard tries to hug the nearest pillow as a replacement. It...doesn't work.
But the castle? The castle doesn't care. The door only goes back to the operating theatre, and there isn't even a corridor now. Just one room connected to the other, and no needles or syringes or anything within the room's many drawers.]
[ That can’t be right. There aren’t even scalpels. Fuck, even the brooch of Sypha’s robes is gone, so he can’t use the pin from that. Nothing he could use to draw blood.
...it makes a stupid kind of sense. Nothing that could be used to hurt Alucard. He should probably be grateful that he still has teeth.
Which are what he ends up using, as he climbs back into the bed. He bites the inside of his mouth, stroking Alucard’s face. ]
Let me know if it’s too much.
[ Too much contact, rather than too much blood. Because then he presses his lips against Alucard’s, letting blood trickle into his mouth. It’s not much, but he’ll figure out how to get more out of himself later. ]
[Alucard's still fuzzy when Trevor returns to bed. He's fuzzy when he inches back to Trevor, but once their lips are together, he understands. The sharp scent of iron brings everything into focus, and slowly, Alucard's tongue brushes over Trevor's lips. Presses against them, begging to be let in closer to the source of blood.
His hands react too. One goes to Trevor's hip to hold him in place, the other to Trevor's cheek. It's soft, but there's the low request of be still in the background. Blood means that certain instincts are awake, and oh, this is one of them.]
[ He opens his mouth to let Alucard’s tongue in, and god, this really is too far but it’s a little too late to worry about that now. He’ll apologise one Alucard’s in his right mind again. For now, blood.
He falls still once Alucard’s hands move against him. He doesn’t know how this goes. Even in his current state, it’s probably best to let Alucard control all of this as much as possible. ]
[Alucard's hands are just to keep Trevor in place so nothing goes awry or askew in the moment. Usually this moment would involve fangs, and fangs carry danger with them.
Such as it is, it's just for contact. Alucard's tongue finds it's way to the source of the blood, and it stays there for a long moment, every second another chance for blood to gather and coat Alucard's tongue. Once it feels as if no more can be taken (and that air is required), his tongue withdraws.
But it returns, still hungry and wanting, intenser this time. For with more blood there is healing, and the effect of the morphine wanes.]
[ It’s for food. It’s for food, and he shouldn’t make this weird, but-
There’s a pleased rumble in his throat, something like a purr, as Alucard’s tongue dips into his mouth. He’s still for awhile, until he can feel the taste of blood fading from his mouth. The bleeding is already stopped, and he pushes Alucard away. ]
Shit, give me a second, let me- [ And he pauses, looking at Alucard’s mouth. ] -do you think you can bite? That’d be easier.
[Alucard's foggy brain that's fixated on food barely detects the low, pleased vibration. All he focuses on is the flow of blood, and the moment when it stops.
And it does. Trevor knows it too. When Alucard is done, he's careful to settle back down, wiping his mouth with his hand. There's more color to him now, and the fog of the morphine has lifted somewhat.]
In a few hours, we can do that. I need less of the morphine so I can concentrate.
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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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He's close, but not close enough. Alucard's hand can manage a better squeeze around Trevor's, fingers interlacing without a moment's hesitation. Turns out that the vampire on morphine is a cuddle monster.
There's a soft whine. Alucard knows it's asking permission but still!!!]
Get down here. Please.
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It feels a little wrong to pull the vampire against him, to pull the blankets around both of them and settle with his lips in Alucard's hair. A little like taking advantage of all of this, knowing how difficult this would be normally.
But it's nice. It's nice, and right now it seems like it would make him happy. So it can't be that bad. ]
Better?
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[He'd never manage this in any other state. Part of Alucard seems to know that too, even as he tries to move in closer. Not that he can, pulled snug against Trevor and kept in place by warm hands and warmer blankets. It's good, this. He's safe like this. Everything hurts so badly, but he's safe.]
Stay?
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[ He strokes Alucard's back slowly, kissing the top of his head. It's- kind of fucked up, honestly. That this is everything he's wanted for so long, and that this is what has to happen to achieve it. But it feels right, to wrap himself around Alucard, put himself between him and the world. It's the only thing he's ever been able to do for anyone, and it feels like putting a puzzle piece into place.
This is where he belongs, between the two of them and anything that would harm them. And for now, even if it's only for now. Even if this can never happen again, for now he's here. ]
I'll be here as long as you want me to stay.
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...and he has no filter, as becomes a little too clear in his next few words.]
Wish she hadn't made it so hard for me to enjoy something like this.
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[ Shit, was he like this? This is really too intimate. Not the touching, even, so much as what's being shared so easily. He makes a mental note to ask later if he said anything he shouldn't while he was all fuzzy with medicine.
Later. Not yet. Right now, everything he does is about making sure this is as perfect as possible. That Alucard has everything he needs. ]
But not yet. Right now, we stay here. And I kiss you, if you want.
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[Even through the fog, Alucard knows that much. If this heals within a lifetime, it'll be a miracle.
For now though, there's this.]
Here's good. Kissing's good.
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[ And he does kiss Alucard. On the top of the head again, and then on the forehead. Over the eyelids, down the bridge of his nose, all the way to his mouth. It's light, barely brushing lips against his, but it's a kiss nonetheless. ]
But if you're tired of fighting, if you can't do it, we won't love you any less. I promise.
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[There are such soft, happy noises at those kisses. One could be forgiven for thinking the vampire some kind of softer, furry creature at the moment. But no, he's just Adrian. Adrian with none of Adrian's fears or terrors, and it makes him so much softer and wanting.]
Can we just be here from now on?
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[ Part of him says no. Part of him hears that question and knows what's being asked of him really, to just stay safe and be happy and not concern himself with the world outside of his speaker and vampire and- god, he owes the world so much better than that.
But he owes Alucard and Sypha, too. He owes them more than he ever owed the world. ]
Yeah, we can.
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Love you.
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[ There is one thing that needed to be done, though, once Alucard was awake again. They fed him enough to keep him stable before, but-
-shit, the castle's rearranged. He's pretty sure he had a clean needle in this room, but there's a wall where the bedside table where he kept it used to be, stopping him from leaving the bed. ]
You need to feed, though. Ask the castle to let me get the equipment?
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Food.
Food! Food means faster recovery! Alucard tries to think, but he has a face full of Belmont. That's distracting, and Alucard wants to fuss about being distracted.
He stops though, trying to communicate and--]
Says it doesn't know where it is.
[The castle is lying, of course.]
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Shit.
[ Ugh, he's going to have to climb over Alucard to get out of the bed and then- he can't see the door. hopefully the room still has one. He kisses Alucard's forehead again. ]
I'll look for it. I'll be back soon, I promise.
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[He doesn't let go at first. Trevor has to extract himself, and when he is out of bed, Alucard tries to hug the nearest pillow as a replacement. It...doesn't work.
But the castle? The castle doesn't care. The door only goes back to the operating theatre, and there isn't even a corridor now. Just one room connected to the other, and no needles or syringes or anything within the room's many drawers.]
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...it makes a stupid kind of sense. Nothing that could be used to hurt Alucard. He should probably be grateful that he still has teeth.
Which are what he ends up using, as he climbs back into the bed. He bites the inside of his mouth, stroking Alucard’s face. ]
Let me know if it’s too much.
[ Too much contact, rather than too much blood. Because then he presses his lips against Alucard’s, letting blood trickle into his mouth. It’s not much, but he’ll figure out how to get more out of himself later. ]
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His hands react too. One goes to Trevor's hip to hold him in place, the other to Trevor's cheek. It's soft, but there's the low request of be still in the background. Blood means that certain instincts are awake, and oh, this is one of them.]
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He falls still once Alucard’s hands move against him. He doesn’t know how this goes. Even in his current state, it’s probably best to let Alucard control all of this as much as possible. ]
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Such as it is, it's just for contact. Alucard's tongue finds it's way to the source of the blood, and it stays there for a long moment, every second another chance for blood to gather and coat Alucard's tongue. Once it feels as if no more can be taken (and that air is required), his tongue withdraws.
But it returns, still hungry and wanting, intenser this time. For with more blood there is healing, and the effect of the morphine wanes.]
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There’s a pleased rumble in his throat, something like a purr, as Alucard’s tongue dips into his mouth. He’s still for awhile, until he can feel the taste of blood fading from his mouth. The bleeding is already stopped, and he pushes Alucard away. ]
Shit, give me a second, let me- [ And he pauses, looking at Alucard’s mouth. ] -do you think you can bite? That’d be easier.
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And it does. Trevor knows it too. When Alucard is done, he's careful to settle back down, wiping his mouth with his hand. There's more color to him now, and the fog of the morphine has lifted somewhat.]
In a few hours, we can do that. I need less of the morphine so I can concentrate.
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