[ He doesn't want to tell him. Partially because he doesn't want to admit to it, but mostly because it puts years of interactions into question. He doesn't know how long he's been like this. Doesn't know if some dark, filthy part of him was secretly, secretly even from himself, perusing some kind of agenda all this time.
Trevor Belmont is not a man who can just be horny and it's fun and uncomplicated. He's gotta be useless and self-loathing about it. ]
Something's wrong with me, Adrian. I'll be here, no matter what. I'll keep you safe. But I can't touch you.
[ He doesn't want to explain this. He really doesn't want to explain this. ]
I- When you've been upset. When you've wanted me to touch you, I-
[ He's usually not bad with words, but right now his mouth is moving but sound isn't coming out. He can't make the words leave his mouth. He hangs his head eventually. ]
[ OH MY GOD THIS IS THE WORST. He knows what that sentence suddenly ending means. That Alucard's caught on. This is awful. He should never have started a conversation about his penis. ]
It doesn't matter. [ There's a finality to that, and he shakes his head and stands. ] Natural or not, it has to stop happening.
[Alucard reaches out. Latches onto Trevor's wrist, and to hell with keeping anything at bay. He lets all the fear in him out in that one gesture, but there's enough sense in the vampire yet to not use bruising force.]
I don't care.
[He's firm about that much.]
I need you. In love with me or even if you hate me now I need you and your presence. Not your absence. Not...lurking in shadows. Looking over my shoulder. Just here. With me. Please.
[ The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them, and for a moment they're all he says as he stares at Alucard in suprise. Is that the impression he's been giving? Well shit. After what feels like half the morning but must only really be a few seconds, he sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches out to touch Alucard's face. ]
There's a little loss of tension when Trevor reaches out. Alcaurd leans into the touch, and there's no denying the streaks of tears drying on his face.]
[ He's been crying. He's been crying and he made himself distant and- fuck, he can't do anything these days without feeling guilt stabbing through him. Can't leave Alucard. Can't touch him. ]
I'm here.
[ He strokes Alucard's hair, and it's a tiny amount of contact compared to before but it's still a lot. His mind is still screaming at him to not be doing this. That it has to be wrong somehow. But he's trying. ]
[All of that seems to fix the problem. At least for now, because Alucard practically melts into Trevor's hands. He tries not to lean forward though, because that? Right now? It could be a bridge too far.]
Not your job to fix anything. I'm the one who's broken.
[ Nothing's happening yet, at least. Which makes sense. They were- closer than usual last time, when it happened. Significantly so. But it's been a long time, and he's overcautious. Maybe he'll be brave enough to pull Alucard closer later but for now this is all he dares. ]
[Alucard actually doesn't give him time to answer. A wolf is in Alucard's space in the span of a few seconds, curled up and equally sad looking. But the wolf moves it's head close enough to Trevor for pets.]
Unless I'm about to learn I'm some new and exciting sort of pervert, it should.
[ He pets a few times, then just leans in and wraps his arms around the wolf's neck. He is not, it seems, some new and exciting sort of pervert. Just the normal kind. ]
[That seems to be enough. A soft whine sounds, and the wolf nuzzles at Trevor a few times before going slack in Trevor's arms. It's a lot of weight to take, but it's a world better than how Alucard was before. He's quiet for a very long time after that. Waiting to see if Trevor will let go.]
[ The weight is- not quite nothing. But it may as well be nothing in comparison to how things were before. He pulls Alucard closer, burying his face in the fur at the top of his head, and he doesn't let go. ]
We can sleep like this, if you like. I think- I don't think I'm going to make it weird.
[ And so for a while, that's how things are. He sleeps in the chair some days, and next to Alucard in a non-human form on others.
Dracula is gone from the physical world when they wake, and the world has shifted. The days are a little brighter for it. Work continues. It's a few weeks later when he's walking through a corridor behind Alucard, returning from a meeting with the Lady Karnstein.
It's the lights that let him know something is wrong. Alucard is floating, and they don't turn on immediately. It's only when Trevor follows that they illuminate the corridor.
Something is wrong. If there's nothing wrong with the lights- that means that castle didn't know that they were entering the corridor until his foot hit the ground. Its senses are compromised somehow. ]
Adrian. Close to me, now. Castle, close off every door.
[It's enough for Alucard to be a wolf and get his snuggles that way. Better in some respects, because he thinks less in that form. He can simply be fluffy and warm and be doted on, all without needing to verbalize anything. It's nice.
Everything else continues apace. A few things come up and are set down. The low key attempts for priests of the Saint to provoke fail, and they all remain on the other side of Wallachia's border.
There's to be an hour after this meeting for Alucard and Trevor to eat, and then one more meeting before the night is over. But the castle? It knows there has been a change of plans.
Alucard moves closer to Trevor, but not before drawing out his sword. A series of slamming doors is the castle's response to Trevor's command.
Then there's movement in the dark. Over Alucard's shoulder and to Trevor's right.]
[ His own sword is a court sword, more for dress than for use, but it's meticulously kept and sharpened and it's still a sword. He'll go back to the shortsword he favours after this, the reminds himself. It looks a little less stately but it would feel a lot more comfortable in his hand when facing down an assassin.
And it is an assassin, or else the nobility they're hosting have a terrible sense of humour that's going to get them killed. He catches that movement, a vampire floating ahead. Undetected by the castle, because they've done something to it to keep it from sensing people unless their feet touch ground.
They move into a shadow, and then? They're gone. Not difficult to see but entirely gone, dissolved into the shadow. ]
Castle. The door we just passed through. Open it to the princes' quarters. Keep the light closest to the door lit, even if you have to burn something to do it.
[The castle does as asked, but it's Alucard who moves first. He can see that movement in the shadow, and he forcibly yanks Trevor's arm. It's just in time, because there's a sharpened blade that would have struck the Belmont that emerges from the darkness.
Alucard can see pale green eyes staring back at him, and it's at that moment that the door to his own room opens.
It's so easy, grabbing the extended arm of the assassin, using it to gain the upper hand, and then bodily throwing them at the door. Forcing them into the light.]
[ Well, shit. He'd been meaning to just tell Alucard to go through the door, but now the assassin is between them and it. He catches his balance again after being dragged out of harm's way.
Even revealed, as they are when they're thrown into the light, it's hard to tell much about them. They wear the face-obscuring uniform of one of Dracula's men. Moving through shadows isn't the most common gift among vampires, but it's not rare enough to narrow down a list of suspects in the moment.
What will be enough to narrow down suspects later is the way that, rather than running or trying to destroy the light, they raise their arm so that the blade is in the way of the light. As the shadow of its point travels across the wall there's a terrible scraping sound. It leaves a shallow gouge in the stone.
He grabs Alucard before it strikes either of them, and the hand at the back of Alucard's coat doesn't feel like Trevor's when it lifts Alucard effortlessly. It's small. Feminine. The hand that punched Godbrand across the great hall when they were both children. Saint Sara's. Usually he might use a connection to her to fight a vampire, but right now he just kind of needs her to yeet one.
He tosses Alucard at the door, away from the blade's shadow. ]
Castle! Lock that door! Make it lead somewhere else.
[ Get the prince safe, then he can deal with the assassin. ]
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[ He takes his hand back, spreading both of them helplessly. ]
I can't touch you. I can't trust myself not to- I just can't.
[ HE CAN'T TRUST HIMSELF NOT TO BONER IF HE HUGS YOU OKAY ]
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[He still hasn't picked his head up. He's trying to curl up on himself as much as possible. Be as small as possible.]
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[ He doesn't want to tell him. Partially because he doesn't want to admit to it, but mostly because it puts years of interactions into question. He doesn't know how long he's been like this. Doesn't know if some dark, filthy part of him was secretly, secretly even from himself, perusing some kind of agenda all this time.
Trevor Belmont is not a man who can just be horny and it's fun and uncomplicated. He's gotta be useless and self-loathing about it. ]
Something's wrong with me, Adrian. I'll be here, no matter what. I'll keep you safe. But I can't touch you.
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Just tell me. Please. Whatever it is won't wound as much as your absence does.
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I- When you've been upset. When you've wanted me to touch you, I-
[ He's usually not bad with words, but right now his mouth is moving but sound isn't coming out. He can't make the words leave his mouth. He hangs his head eventually. ]
-filthy. I'm filthy.
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Pauses.
Then narrows his eyes.]
A normal psychological reaction is why you're upset?
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[ He lifts his own head. ]
It's not normal. It's- You need help, and I can't keep myself from- it's wrong.
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It's a natural reaction and it indicates attraction, that's--
[.........OH.]
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It doesn't matter. [ There's a finality to that, and he shakes his head and stands. ] Natural or not, it has to stop happening.
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I don't care.
[He's firm about that much.]
I need you. In love with me or even if you hate me now I need you and your presence. Not your absence. Not...lurking in shadows. Looking over my shoulder. Just here. With me. Please.
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[ The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them, and for a moment they're all he says as he stares at Alucard in suprise. Is that the impression he's been giving? Well shit. After what feels like half the morning but must only really be a few seconds, he sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches out to touch Alucard's face. ]
I could never.
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[Alucard's grip lightens, but only a little.
There's a little loss of tension when Trevor reaches out. Alcaurd leans into the touch, and there's no denying the streaks of tears drying on his face.]
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I'm here.
[ He strokes Alucard's hair, and it's a tiny amount of contact compared to before but it's still a lot. His mind is still screaming at him to not be doing this. That it has to be wrong somehow. But he's trying. ]
And I'm sorry.
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You're here.
[Sorry isn't the point.]
How can I just....fix this?
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[ Nothing's happening yet, at least. Which makes sense. They were- closer than usual last time, when it happened. Significantly so. But it's been a long time, and he's overcautious. Maybe he'll be brave enough to pull Alucard closer later but for now this is all he dares. ]
We'll- I don't know. We'll figure it out.
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[Alucard actually doesn't give him time to answer. A wolf is in Alucard's space in the span of a few seconds, curled up and equally sad looking. But the wolf moves it's head close enough to Trevor for pets.]
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[ He pets a few times, then just leans in and wraps his arms around the wolf's neck. He is not, it seems, some new and exciting sort of pervert. Just the normal kind. ]
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He's quiet for a very long time after that. Waiting to see if Trevor will let go.]
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We can sleep like this, if you like. I think- I don't think I'm going to make it weird.
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The way he always is between the two of them.
So the arrangement can work.]
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Dracula is gone from the physical world when they wake, and the world has shifted. The days are a little brighter for it. Work continues. It's a few weeks later when he's walking through a corridor behind Alucard, returning from a meeting with the Lady Karnstein.
It's the lights that let him know something is wrong. Alucard is floating, and they don't turn on immediately. It's only when Trevor follows that they illuminate the corridor.
Something is wrong. If there's nothing wrong with the lights- that means that castle didn't know that they were entering the corridor until his foot hit the ground. Its senses are compromised somehow. ]
Adrian. Close to me, now. Castle, close off every door.
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Everything else continues apace. A few things come up and are set down. The low key attempts for priests of the Saint to provoke fail, and they all remain on the other side of Wallachia's border.
There's to be an hour after this meeting for Alucard and Trevor to eat, and then one more meeting before the night is over. But the castle? It knows there has been a change of plans.
Alucard moves closer to Trevor, but not before drawing out his sword. A series of slamming doors is the castle's response to Trevor's command.
Then there's movement in the dark. Over Alucard's shoulder and to Trevor's right.]
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And it is an assassin, or else the nobility they're hosting have a terrible sense of humour that's going to get them killed. He catches that movement, a vampire floating ahead. Undetected by the castle, because they've done something to it to keep it from sensing people unless their feet touch ground.
They move into a shadow, and then? They're gone. Not difficult to see but entirely gone, dissolved into the shadow. ]
Castle. The door we just passed through. Open it to the princes' quarters. Keep the light closest to the door lit, even if you have to burn something to do it.
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Alucard can see pale green eyes staring back at him, and it's at that moment that the door to his own room opens.
It's so easy, grabbing the extended arm of the assassin, using it to gain the upper hand, and then bodily throwing them at the door. Forcing them into the light.]
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Even revealed, as they are when they're thrown into the light, it's hard to tell much about them. They wear the face-obscuring uniform of one of Dracula's men. Moving through shadows isn't the most common gift among vampires, but it's not rare enough to narrow down a list of suspects in the moment.
What will be enough to narrow down suspects later is the way that, rather than running or trying to destroy the light, they raise their arm so that the blade is in the way of the light. As the shadow of its point travels across the wall there's a terrible scraping sound. It leaves a shallow gouge in the stone.
He grabs Alucard before it strikes either of them, and the hand at the back of Alucard's coat doesn't feel like Trevor's when it lifts Alucard effortlessly. It's small. Feminine. The hand that punched Godbrand across the great hall when they were both children. Saint Sara's. Usually he might use a connection to her to fight a vampire, but right now he just kind of needs her to yeet one.
He tosses Alucard at the door, away from the blade's shadow. ]
Castle! Lock that door! Make it lead somewhere else.
[ Get the prince safe, then he can deal with the assassin. ]
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