[He nods once, and carefully. The crown on his head can't be knocked askew, and nodding has an awful habit of upsetting the careful balance just ever-so-noticeably.
Alucard breathes out, knowing he can't do anything more at the moment.]
[ His trousers are still splattered with vomit, and there's a slight sheen of sweat over his face. He probably needs a bath once he's done with cleaning his clothes. ]
Whatever comes of this, I'll fix it. I just need you to do this part without me. I'm sorry.
[ He knows that it's Alucard trying t help him, he's not an idiot, but he likes it when it's worded like that. At least pretending to let him keep his pride intact. It's not running away. No, it's working. Fixing problems. What he's good at.
He 'works' in the kennels for the rest of the day, once he's washed and changed. What this means in practice is sitting on the floor, letting the dogs climb on and lick at and flop next to him. It helps, a little, until the sound of crackling grows too loud and he has to leave. Get somewhere open with less wood. Less bodies.
The vampire killer is on the bedside table when they sleep, that night. Dracula would have his head for bringing it so close to his son, but he needs it. He wraps his arms around Alucard tightly and spends the night staring at the door, daring it to open.
He attends to say goodbye to their guests - there's no real way around it, unfortunately, and so Theodora fusses him into looking respectable and stands ready to intercept anyone who tries to speak to him - looking like he weighs about half as much as he did the previous day. Like bones shoved haphazardly into a sack made of clothes. Theodora is furious today, more so than she had been at the initial appearance of the priest, but she manages to keep the end of the talks on track regardless. ]
[Trevor had always been good with the dogs. Alucard never questioned why, he just understands that right now, it's the best spot for him.
He and Theodora manage the rest of the day. The priest is still present, although the more he talks the more he seems to make the group liable. Alucard has an idea for dealing with him that strikes a careful balance, and he suggests it to Theodora in one of their breaks: find a way to mute the priest's voice through magic that is threaded along Wallachia's border. That way it is the border itself that protects, and no spell is done on the priest himself.
When they sleep, Alucard holds Trevor tighter than normal. But he does sleep, exhausted from the day's work.
Things circle around and around. Agreements are in rough draft form now, and that means Theodora is in her prime furious form. She is wonderfully in tune with the nuances of language, and knows how to edit things so that they favor Wallachia. The priest's language is obvious in some parts, and she is careful to edit them out in front of the man's eyes.
Alucard's gaze moves around the table, but every so often, he lets the toe of his boot brush over Trevor's to remind him that this will be all right. That they are almost done.]
...Who added the extradition clause?
[It's towards the end of the draft. Very fine print, but there all the same.]
To assuage your concerns over our priests. [ One of the men says. It isn’t one of the two who were gossiping a few says ago, and it’s one of the few not slightly cowed by Theodora. ] We will not extradite them for simple missionary work, but should you believe they have been acting against the crown, you may request that they go to trial in your own courts.
[ He makes no mention of the reverse, of sending Wallachians to Trantoul courts. ]
Wallachia will not honor the clause as written. It must contain a start by date, such as when this agreement is signed. This is to show acting in good faith.
[Alucard inclines his head slightly, communicating his agreement with Theodora's point.]
[ Trevor looks up for a moment, then down again. He heard extradition, even if he couldn’t quite make himself react. That’s- fine, probably. Alucard won’t let anyone take him away. ]
She keeps reading. Murmurs a few times, and then another question comes up. It's about a particular set of legal terms, and this time it careens off into a debate that Alucard has no heard nor heart for.
It goes like that for some time yet, until:]
We will have a fresh draft of this in the next hour for all to look over. After that draft, all details will be finalized and signed by both parties. Let us give our copyists their time to work.
[ He sounds exhausted, burned away to nothing. But he turns the word over in his mouth, feeling it. There's something hidden in it, he can tell.
It isn't meant for him. That's what's hidden there. That clause was never about him, just made to look like it was. It was meant for practitioners of witchcraft. Meant for the speakers. Made to put Alucard and Theodora on the defensive. ]
Wallachian law does not recognise witchcraft as a crime. We will not call for the extradition of your missionaries, nor of those who flee to Trantoul to practice the faith. But you will not call for your witches to be returned for trial, should they pass the border.
[ That's it. That's all he can manage right now, but he manages it before the copyists set to work. They leave, and as soon as they're out of sight Trevor's head falls onto Alucard's shoulder softly. ]
[Alucard's side room is in fact not close to the meeting room at all. It's far and away, with a great bay window that overlooks the forest that surrounds the castle to the north end. It has become a room of creature comforts, soft furs draped over the comfiest of sofas and all the other essentials.
The curtains are closed for Theodora's safety at the moment. She watches as Trevor's head falls on Alucard's shoulder.]
I'm going to supervise the copyists and alert the delegation to the new wording. I don't expect debate, but I want to be sure.
[She leaves. Alucard waves a hand and the curtain opens, and then? Then he just pulls Trevor onto his lap in full.]
My own fault. I was the one who wanted to taunt them. Shouldn't have-
[ He doesn't finish that sentence, just settles closer to Alucard. He'll explain more fully later, for now he just wants comfort. Enough to actually seek it out. ]
-they know. That I'm- important. And they're going to try to use me to get to you. I'm an easy target, and a safer one than Dracula or Miss Lisa. I don't want you to let it work.
[ A sigh. He's been inconvenient for a while now, hasn't he? Between Loretta's assassination attempt and this and his upsetting Alucard by avoiding touch. ]
[Alucard doesn't care what that other shouldn't have is. He knows it's stupid, and he rests his chin atop Trevor's head. One hand strokes up and down his arm gently, the other keeping Trevor snug against the dhampir's chest.
He can't call for the furs yet to bundle them up until they sleep, but this is enough for now.]
It won't. That's why people like Theodora are essential. And if they're so keen to throw words like extradition around, then they'll have it boiled down to a fine point so that they can't get to you. It's why including dates is an essential thing.
[ He sighs, settling more. He's tired. So tired. Almost enough to sleep without the vampire killer to hand. Alucard's presence is comforting, one of few constants in his life. ]
Another few hours. Once the papers are written and signed and they're gone - we still have that dinner then, right?
Yes. I'll cook it, or ask the chef for something. Whichever you'd prefer.
[Alucard remembers how important choice was when Trevor was first dumped into the court. Lisa understood that he was in a situation with no power at all, and to let him just pick between one option or the other, all without having to verbalize, was important.
[ Oh. He knows this. Lisa used to do this. Nod once for the first, twice for the second, shake your head for neither. It's a simpler way of communicating. More comfortable.
He buries his face in Alucard's shoulder and nods once. The first one. Normally he's qualify it with something to the effect of 'you don't have to', but this way of talking doesn't allow for that kind of nuance. Whether or not he wants Alucard to make the extra work isn't really material. He asked which option he'd prefer, not for any more information.
A normal dinner with the normal food that they normally eat. That sounds- nice, right now. ]
[Wallachian food is generally on the simple side. There's some leftover roast duck. That over some toast maybe. Some veg. Nothing more, nothing involved.]
[ He nods again. That sounds nice. Just- normal things. They've not had a lot of that lately, with the castle all full of guests and staff. He wants his life back. He wants a lot of lives back, the one from before all of this and the one from before Lisa was taken away. But he can't have those. He can have the one with Alucard.
The hour passes with him leaning against Alucard. It gives him a second wind that carries him through looking over the documents before they're signed. He even managed to shake the priest's hand before he leaves. They don't look at each other.
And then they're alone. Properly so, for the first time in days. Theodora retreats to the guest chambers that are reserved for her. The staff file out slowly. It's just the two of them. ]
[It is a relief when the documents are signed. The world returns to normal after the last of them bows to Alucard and climbs into the carriages that will whisk them all out of Wallachia. He treats the priest no differently than the rest of them. That's on purpose.
Theodora pats Alucard gently on the shoulder and says they'll talk tomorrow. He smiles with a quiet, exhausted gratitude for that mercy, and then?
Then he lets the castle shift around them, so that they're not in the kitchen yet, but the moon's courtyard.
A garden Dracula built for himself and Lisa to walk together in the evenings. Plants of pale white that sparkle in the moonlight. Kept according to their will and no others, no gardener allowed in. A fountain to provide ambiance.
It's still well kept. The castle has dropped them in the little grassy knoll that's there for just these occasions, one of the furs from Alucard's room already there. Without a word, Alucard guides them both down, and he lies flat on his back. All the more room for Trevor to decide how to settle in.]
They don't come here often. The castle is- choosy about letting people here, even Alucard. It's kept Dracula himself out of here before, when he was in a mood to break things and might have done damage to Lisa's gardens.
It's- an honour. It's a big deal that the castle cares enough about him to allow them here, because Alucard's words alone couldn't have convinced it. But more than that, it's peaceful. The same sort of peaceful that her presence brought with it, the kind that allows him to be calm and not think too much.
He follows Alucard, letting himself be guided down onto the fur. He lies on his side against him, one arm slung over his chest. ]
[Alucard usually doesn't seek the place out. It makes the longing and worry worse. But Trevor is much more important in this moment.
With Trevor on his side, Alucard inches over, and it's enough to fold one end of the blanket over them both. They can be snug like this, and warm. It's good. Fluffy. Safe.]
[If all other parts of the castle were to burn, Alucard is sure that this is the one place it would try and preserve.]
Tomorrow night, there's going to be a new spell in place at the border that will prevent his voice from being heard on our side of it. That way no one ever hears him in this country.
[ He nods. What happens next takes him a few minutes, as if the words are barbed and forcing them out is painful. ]
You know what I told him at confession, before they took him away? I told him I was scared of shaving, so I wanted to be like my sisters and never grow a beard.
[ A laugh tumbles out from behind his lips at that, and he's not sure where it came from. ]
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Alucard breathes out, knowing he can't do anything more at the moment.]
Very well. I'll see which one she'll accept.
Will you be okay left alone for a few hours?
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[ His trousers are still splattered with vomit, and there's a slight sheen of sweat over his face. He probably needs a bath once he's done with cleaning his clothes. ]
Whatever comes of this, I'll fix it. I just need you to do this part without me. I'm sorry.
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[He still needs something, now that Alucard must withdraw.]
The kennels could use a hand today.
[The kennels are also a little pointless for vampires. But some of the humans in the castle enjoy using dogs to hunt.]
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[ He knows that it's Alucard trying t help him, he's not an idiot, but he likes it when it's worded like that. At least pretending to let him keep his pride intact. It's not running away. No, it's working. Fixing problems. What he's good at.
He 'works' in the kennels for the rest of the day, once he's washed and changed. What this means in practice is sitting on the floor, letting the dogs climb on and lick at and flop next to him. It helps, a little, until the sound of crackling grows too loud and he has to leave. Get somewhere open with less wood. Less bodies.
The vampire killer is on the bedside table when they sleep, that night. Dracula would have his head for bringing it so close to his son, but he needs it. He wraps his arms around Alucard tightly and spends the night staring at the door, daring it to open.
He attends to say goodbye to their guests - there's no real way around it, unfortunately, and so Theodora fusses him into looking respectable and stands ready to intercept anyone who tries to speak to him - looking like he weighs about half as much as he did the previous day. Like bones shoved haphazardly into a sack made of clothes. Theodora is furious today, more so than she had been at the initial appearance of the priest, but she manages to keep the end of the talks on track regardless. ]
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[Trevor had always been good with the dogs. Alucard never questioned why, he just understands that right now, it's the best spot for him.
He and Theodora manage the rest of the day. The priest is still present, although the more he talks the more he seems to make the group liable. Alucard has an idea for dealing with him that strikes a careful balance, and he suggests it to Theodora in one of their breaks: find a way to mute the priest's voice through magic that is threaded along Wallachia's border. That way it is the border itself that protects, and no spell is done on the priest himself.
When they sleep, Alucard holds Trevor tighter than normal. But he does sleep, exhausted from the day's work.
Things circle around and around. Agreements are in rough draft form now, and that means Theodora is in her prime furious form. She is wonderfully in tune with the nuances of language, and knows how to edit things so that they favor Wallachia. The priest's language is obvious in some parts, and she is careful to edit them out in front of the man's eyes.
Alucard's gaze moves around the table, but every so often, he lets the toe of his boot brush over Trevor's to remind him that this will be all right. That they are almost done.]
...Who added the extradition clause?
[It's towards the end of the draft. Very fine print, but there all the same.]
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[ He makes no mention of the reverse, of sending Wallachians to Trantoul courts. ]
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[Alucard inclines his head slightly, communicating his agreement with Theodora's point.]
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[ Trevor looks up for a moment, then down again. He heard extradition, even if he couldn’t quite make himself react. That’s- fine, probably. Alucard won’t let anyone take him away. ]
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She keeps reading. Murmurs a few times, and then another question comes up. It's about a particular set of legal terms, and this time it careens off into a debate that Alucard has no heard nor heart for.
It goes like that for some time yet, until:]
We will have a fresh draft of this in the next hour for all to look over. After that draft, all details will be finalized and signed by both parties. Let us give our copyists their time to work.
We will see you here in an hour.
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[ He sounds exhausted, burned away to nothing. But he turns the word over in his mouth, feeling it. There's something hidden in it, he can tell.
It isn't meant for him. That's what's hidden there. That clause was never about him, just made to look like it was. It was meant for practitioners of witchcraft. Meant for the speakers. Made to put Alucard and Theodora on the defensive. ]
Wallachian law does not recognise witchcraft as a crime. We will not call for the extradition of your missionaries, nor of those who flee to Trantoul to practice the faith. But you will not call for your witches to be returned for trial, should they pass the border.
[ That's it. That's all he can manage right now, but he manages it before the copyists set to work. They leave, and as soon as they're out of sight Trevor's head falls onto Alucard's shoulder softly. ]
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The curtains are closed for Theodora's safety at the moment. She watches as Trevor's head falls on Alucard's shoulder.]
I'm going to supervise the copyists and alert the delegation to the new wording. I don't expect debate, but I want to be sure.
[She leaves. Alucard waves a hand and the curtain opens, and then? Then he just pulls Trevor onto his lap in full.]
Trevor, I'm sorry.
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[ He doesn't finish that sentence, just settles closer to Alucard. He'll explain more fully later, for now he just wants comfort. Enough to actually seek it out. ]
-they know. That I'm- important. And they're going to try to use me to get to you. I'm an easy target, and a safer one than Dracula or Miss Lisa. I don't want you to let it work.
[ A sigh. He's been inconvenient for a while now, hasn't he? Between Loretta's assassination attempt and this and his upsetting Alucard by avoiding touch. ]
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[Alucard doesn't care what that other shouldn't have is. He knows it's stupid, and he rests his chin atop Trevor's head. One hand strokes up and down his arm gently, the other keeping Trevor snug against the dhampir's chest.
He can't call for the furs yet to bundle them up until they sleep, but this is enough for now.]
It won't. That's why people like Theodora are essential. And if they're so keen to throw words like extradition around, then they'll have it boiled down to a fine point so that they can't get to you. It's why including dates is an essential thing.
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Another few hours. Once the papers are written and signed and they're gone - we still have that dinner then, right?
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[Alucard remembers how important choice was when Trevor was first dumped into the court. Lisa understood that he was in a situation with no power at all, and to let him just pick between one option or the other, all without having to verbalize, was important.
He knows to do it here and now.]
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He buries his face in Alucard's shoulder and nods once. The first one. Normally he's qualify it with something to the effect of 'you don't have to', but this way of talking doesn't allow for that kind of nuance. Whether or not he wants Alucard to make the extra work isn't really material. He asked which option he'd prefer, not for any more information.
A normal dinner with the normal food that they normally eat. That sounds- nice, right now. ]
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[Wallachian food is generally on the simple side. There's some leftover roast duck. That over some toast maybe. Some veg. Nothing more, nothing involved.]
Stay in the kitchen with me when I'm cooking?
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The hour passes with him leaning against Alucard. It gives him a second wind that carries him through looking over the documents before they're signed. He even managed to shake the priest's hand before he leaves. They don't look at each other.
And then they're alone. Properly so, for the first time in days. Theodora retreats to the guest chambers that are reserved for her. The staff file out slowly. It's just the two of them. ]
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Theodora pats Alucard gently on the shoulder and says they'll talk tomorrow. He smiles with a quiet, exhausted gratitude for that mercy, and then?
Then he lets the castle shift around them, so that they're not in the kitchen yet, but the moon's courtyard.
A garden Dracula built for himself and Lisa to walk together in the evenings. Plants of pale white that sparkle in the moonlight. Kept according to their will and no others, no gardener allowed in. A fountain to provide ambiance.
It's still well kept. The castle has dropped them in the little grassy knoll that's there for just these occasions, one of the furs from Alucard's room already there. Without a word, Alucard guides them both down, and he lies flat on his back. All the more room for Trevor to decide how to settle in.]
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[ Oh.
They don't come here often. The castle is- choosy about letting people here, even Alucard. It's kept Dracula himself out of here before, when he was in a mood to break things and might have done damage to Lisa's gardens.
It's- an honour. It's a big deal that the castle cares enough about him to allow them here, because Alucard's words alone couldn't have convinced it. But more than that, it's peaceful. The same sort of peaceful that her presence brought with it, the kind that allows him to be calm and not think too much.
He follows Alucard, letting himself be guided down onto the fur. He lies on his side against him, one arm slung over his chest. ]
Thank you.
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[Alucard usually doesn't seek the place out. It makes the longing and worry worse. But Trevor is much more important in this moment.
With Trevor on his side, Alucard inches over, and it's enough to fold one end of the blanket over them both. They can be snug like this, and warm. It's good. Fluffy. Safe.]
Whatever you need tonight.
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[ It's easier, here. They can't be found here. They can't take Alucard away from him. ]
-he's gone. It's- I'm fine. Just need you. Need to know you're safe.
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[If all other parts of the castle were to burn, Alucard is sure that this is the one place it would try and preserve.]
Tomorrow night, there's going to be a new spell in place at the border that will prevent his voice from being heard on our side of it. That way no one ever hears him in this country.
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You know what I told him at confession, before they took him away? I told him I was scared of shaving, so I wanted to be like my sisters and never grow a beard.
[ A laugh tumbles out from behind his lips at that, and he's not sure where it came from. ]
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[Alucard mostly looks confused at the idea.]
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