C'mere. We're going to play down here for a couple more hours, and then you can go make friends.
[ He brings the tiny dog to his chest to hold her there, and the howling begins once again. It's a little more charming, now the end is in sight. He chuckles. ]
Awoo to you, too. [ And then he offers his gloved hand as a pacifier once again. She happily takes it, chewing at it joyfully. He looks back to Alucard, smiling. ]
[Alucard and his gaze lingers just a little longer. This image? It's too much. Too precious and too special. They've given so much for this, even with the Night of Infinite Awoos.
He does sleep in the end, but Alucard rises early. It's to try and relieve Trevor, but also to try and get the problem solved. He wanders back down to the basement with a breakfast tray of eggs, tea, and some leftover chicken for little howling nightmares.]
[ She's still chewing away, and one of the gloves is looking awfully tattered now. Trevor wasn't asleep so much as lulled into a sleepy sort of calm by the constant pressure and release of the little teeth on his hand, but it still takes him a moment or so to stir. ]
Morning. Put that down and come look at this. I'm gonna be mean to her.
[ With that, there's an excited yip and Elisabeta has forgotten all of her crimes. She gives a few howls of excitement before shoving her face into the chicken and valiantly attempting to eat more of it than will physically fit into her mouth.
[Alucard wraps his hand low around Trevor's waist and pulls him in close. His head then rests gently against Trevor's, and if it wasn't for circumstances, the moment would be even more precious than it is.]
I made eggs and decaf tea so that you'll be able to sleep. Sypha's already left for work, she had an early shoot today.
[ There’s a gap in the conversation there, one where a snide comment of some sort might usually fit. The silence stretches on for a few moments, The comfortable kind of silence, until a snore interrupts it.
The pup looks up from her chicken to yip in response. ]
[ That's about as responsive as Trevor's likely to be right now, honestly.
Elisabeta is excited to go out, even (especially) as a pup. She does briefly change into a toddler shape, sticking her arms out so that she can have a coat put onto her (Grandma Radio gets upset if she doesn't remember her coat!), and just continues to attempt to make howling noises constantly throughout until she's a dog once more and can howl properly again.
She charges in when she sees other dogs, howling and yipping and attempting to roughhouse with dogs significantly larger than her only to get blown off. Some of them make noises back, which is delightful, and some of them play with her. It takes about an hour for the fun to wear her out entirely.
Which, of course, she announces by walking over to Alucard, yawning, and then falling asleep with there, on his feet. ]
[Alucard gets Trevor tucked into bed first. That's the second most important thing after making sure the little wolf has on her coat, and Alucard's careful to make sure Trevor is warm and has something to snug onto. Sypha's pillow, as it turns out.
The car's windows remain open in hope that sticking one's head out might quell the howling. Alucard isn't surprised when the attempt fails, but he's so, so pleased that the moment they enter the dog park, all the energy gets redistributed. Watching his tiny dog child romp with other dogs is a new level of stupidly cute, especially when the other dogs go with it.
He talks to a few of the owners. Lies about ages to suit how Elisabeta looks as a pup, and oh, when she walks over and sleeps on his feet? That's the very best thing of all.
She's scooped up in a moment, and carried back to the car. She's buckled in as best a sleeping pup can be, and Alucard drives back with a sense of victory. He carries her out of the car just as gently, and then?
Then he goes right to bed. Pup and all. Ready to sleep for a million years.]
[Alucard's quick to wrap his arms around Trevor's waist, aware that while he might be the little spoon now, the Belmont is also going to always be the bulkiest spoon of the three of them.
Leave it to Elisabeta to be put on Sypha's pillow. She's still asleep, snoring little wolfy snores.]
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[ He brings the tiny dog to his chest to hold her there, and the howling begins once again. It's a little more charming, now the end is in sight. He chuckles. ]
Awoo to you, too. [ And then he offers his gloved hand as a pacifier once again. She happily takes it, chewing at it joyfully. He looks back to Alucard, smiling. ]
Go get some sleep. We'll be fine down here.
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[Alucard and his gaze lingers just a little longer. This image? It's too much. Too precious and too special. They've given so much for this, even with the Night of Infinite Awoos.
He does sleep in the end, but Alucard rises early. It's to try and relieve Trevor, but also to try and get the problem solved. He wanders back down to the basement with a breakfast tray of eggs, tea, and some leftover chicken for little howling nightmares.]
How'd you manage?
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Morning. Put that down and come look at this. I'm gonna be mean to her.
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Oh? What are you going to do?
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[ And he waits quietly until- there she goes. And he makes his best impression of a dog's pained yelp, pulling his hand back.
The pup whimpers, eyes going wide, and then she moves closer and starts licking his hand, trying to make up for the mistake. No awoo, only lick. ]
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It's impossible for Alucard to truly stop the laugh that comes up and out of his mouth.]
Well, that's one way to stop the howl box.
[With that, Alucard sits himself down on the floor. He then reaches back to grab the bowl of chicken, and he offers it to his pup of a daughter.]
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Trevor rests his head on Alucard's shoulder. ]
And there's another.
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[Alucard wraps his hand low around Trevor's waist and pulls him in close. His head then rests gently against Trevor's, and if it wasn't for circumstances, the moment would be even more precious than it is.]
I made eggs and decaf tea so that you'll be able to sleep. Sypha's already left for work, she had an early shoot today.
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The pup looks up from her chicken to yip in response. ]
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It's okay. Dad's just tired, as are we all. Finish your breakfast and then we'll get ready to go.
[With that, Trevor gets a kiss placed on the top of his head.]
You need your rest too.
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[ That's about as responsive as Trevor's likely to be right now, honestly.
Elisabeta is excited to go out, even (especially) as a pup. She does briefly change into a toddler shape, sticking her arms out so that she can have a coat put onto her (Grandma Radio gets upset if she doesn't remember her coat!), and just continues to attempt to make howling noises constantly throughout until she's a dog once more and can howl properly again.
She charges in when she sees other dogs, howling and yipping and attempting to roughhouse with dogs significantly larger than her only to get blown off. Some of them make noises back, which is delightful, and some of them play with her. It takes about an hour for the fun to wear her out entirely.
Which, of course, she announces by walking over to Alucard, yawning, and then falling asleep with there, on his feet. ]
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The car's windows remain open in hope that sticking one's head out might quell the howling. Alucard isn't surprised when the attempt fails, but he's so, so pleased that the moment they enter the dog park, all the energy gets redistributed. Watching his tiny dog child romp with other dogs is a new level of stupidly cute, especially when the other dogs go with it.
He talks to a few of the owners. Lies about ages to suit how Elisabeta looks as a pup, and oh, when she walks over and sleeps on his feet? That's the very best thing of all.
She's scooped up in a moment, and carried back to the car. She's buckled in as best a sleeping pup can be, and Alucard drives back with a sense of victory. He carries her out of the car just as gently, and then?
Then he goes right to bed. Pup and all. Ready to sleep for a million years.]
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He is, predictably, firmly attached to the pillow when Alucard returns. He's still a light sleeper, even now, so he stirs as Alucard enters. ]
Blessed silence. [ He looks up blearily. ] It worked, then?
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[Alucard's quick to wrap his arms around Trevor's waist, aware that while he might be the little spoon now, the Belmont is also going to always be the bulkiest spoon of the three of them.
Leave it to Elisabeta to be put on Sypha's pillow. She's still asleep, snoring little wolfy snores.]
Go back to sleep.