"No. The Hold just requires a lot of staircase work and labor of a different sort, and I'm not ready to tackle that yet."
He's only barely made an impact on all the blood stains, and to repair that grand staircase is a nightmare of logistics and material. Not touching the Hold was in fact a poor choice for Trevor's and Sypha's work, for so much of what lay ahead for them was based in that collection below the earth. He needed to get to it, he really did, but the castle? He had a strong bias towards it.
Sypha's expression isn't an impossible thing to interpret. Her hands are warm against cold ears, and the questions give him so much pause after his immediate and nearly flippant response. His actions always said more, and leave it to a Speaker to interpret them appropriately.
In all that honest consideration, Sypha pulls Alucard out of his own thoughts.
"No. But..." he trails off. He always does, when competing thoughts battle for articulation. "It upsets me all the same."
An understatement, because of course it's an understatement. Alucard deals almost exclusively in those.
"Not that I don't have the utmost faith in you, but we really should hire the structural work out to people who know what they're doing." That's a fight she's been putting off, too. the Castle is beyond the understanding of your average artisan, so it gets a pass, but Trevor's not going to like a small army of craftspeople tromping around in the Hold.
Whereas if Alucard ever fully expresses an emotion, the world may flinch off its axis. Sypha presses a kiss to the miniscule wrinkle between his eyebrows that appears when he admits to being 'upset'.
"If it helps, I don't think of him when I see it," she strokes his hair off his forehead, and yes, sure, she's fully reclining on him like he's a divan, now. So what? He's very comfortable. "I think about how you said you weren't alone anymore, and then we proved it."
"I built the entire crypt under Gresit, you know." Because Sypha, you're going to come for his engineering abilities when you broke it in the first place? He thinks not. And he absolutely thinks not that he'll allow any random person into that hold.
The kiss to the Alucard version of a deeply furrowed brow mollifies him only slightly. The wrinkle remains, and he huffs like the child he sometimes is through all the bluster and attempts at maturity.
It's Sypha just using him as furniture that causes the dhampir to let go of that thought. She's warm, and brings so much warmth with her.
"It might help in time." That could be a truth. He doesn't know for sure. "It's one of the few remaining marks of him in this world."
"You're an architect now, too?" Sypha mock-gasps. "So accomplished at nineteen!" In truth, she'd figured Dracula had had some sort of team of builders, but that he'd entombed them all within his grand design, like the Pharaohs of old.
...that's probably exactly the kind of thing Alucard worries she thinks of his father. Damn.
"I won't argue that he left some, um, other scars," she's thinking about the chasm the Castle gouged into the earth when she dragged its dodecahedron sideways through space and time, or the burnt swaths of bloodied ground that were once prospering villages. "But there's you, too. And I think in time we can apply all the things he hoarded here to greater use. That will be one hell of a legacy." If she has anything to say about it.
"Yes, actually." Alucard's response is as serious as anything. "We worked on that together. It was...awkward, once I matured. Architecture and engineering helped us bond as adults."
When he was a child, attention and a lesson in one of the labs was more than enough to mollify him. Growing older, growing faster had been hard. Both he and his father struggled with it, but building? That had been the key.
There's a nod of acknowledgement with other scars, but it doesn't change where his mind sits now.
"I'm not so concerned with that external legacy as within this....configuration of ours." Family. He means to say family. "And I think that at the end of the day, they may mean something different when I look at them."
Oof, she may have overstepped there. She hasn't yet fully worked through the nuances of Alucard's...situation. He isn't just a nineteen (twenty?) year old who can pass as older, he's matured at a completely different rate from humans. How much of that was physical versus mental? Vice versa? Or does a human baseline even stand as a point of comparison?
"I'm glad you found something for the both of you," she says, by way of apology.
It isn't until his touch returns to her scars, rasping over them like the edge of an autumn leaf, that Sypha realizes this particular insecurity is smaller, quieter, more close to home and all the more vulnerable for it. Concern tugs at the corners of her mouth.
"We love you, Alucard." Best make that as plain as can be. "And yes, your father did try to kill us, but you are your own person. You've proved that with your own pain. Don't...don't cause yourself any more, please."
There's little more than a hum of acknowledgement for the apology. Sypha didn't know. Couldn't have known, because how would anyone bond with their half-vampire son? It was an open book of a thing, and there's no need to dwell on it.
"I love you both as well." It's a response that is automatic these days because it is a simple truth. He loves them both and they only get a single lifetime together. To hesitate to say the words is stupid. Selfish in it's way, for all he can think of is how many more years he'll go without saying them to Trevor's and Sypha's faces.
"And you know as well as I that that's easier said than done."
He doesn't quite laugh or smile, but there's an approximation of it. That and some real warmth from within, because she cares and Alucard knows she knows it's a challenge. "But I will continue to try."
Sypha heaves a dramatic sigh and lets her face drop against his neck with an emphatic "Ugh." If Alucard's attempted 'no, I'll stay behind and haunt my father's castle unto eternity' stunt had shown her anything, it was how quickly he'd throw himself at an opportunity to be tragic and self sacrificing. "Yes. Yes, I know. We'll work on it."
Then, because she's a firm believer in positive reinforcement, and this has been a morning of prolonged cuddling and relatively straightforward emotional speech, she gives a full-body wiggle and nibbles at the slope of his shoulder. "Know that I appreciate all your efforts immensely."
Being a dramatic fuck is an inherited trait. Just look at Dracula!
He knows what that ugh really means. Alucard knows he should apologize just a little for it, but he can't quite manage it. It is easier said than done. The castle really can't be left alone, and it does need work. Excuses and true statements can coexist.
Sypha pushes. She always has, and it's in betterment of himself, of Trevor, and all three of them. What Alucard takes more issue with is the pace, because this is a little too much too fast.
Sypha also wiggles, and Alucard sighs. Nearly swoons if the nibble to his shoulder is any indication.
"I'm always aware. Just as I know you want me to be at peace with so many things."
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He's only barely made an impact on all the blood stains, and to repair that grand staircase is a nightmare of logistics and material. Not touching the Hold was in fact a poor choice for Trevor's and Sypha's work, for so much of what lay ahead for them was based in that collection below the earth. He needed to get to it, he really did, but the castle? He had a strong bias towards it.
Sypha's expression isn't an impossible thing to interpret. Her hands are warm against cold ears, and the questions give him so much pause after his immediate and nearly flippant response. His actions always said more, and leave it to a Speaker to interpret them appropriately.
In all that honest consideration, Sypha pulls Alucard out of his own thoughts.
"No. But..." he trails off. He always does, when competing thoughts battle for articulation. "It upsets me all the same."
An understatement, because of course it's an understatement. Alucard deals almost exclusively in those.
"Never should have been scars."
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Whereas if Alucard ever fully expresses an emotion, the world may flinch off its axis. Sypha presses a kiss to the miniscule wrinkle between his eyebrows that appears when he admits to being 'upset'.
"If it helps, I don't think of him when I see it," she strokes his hair off his forehead, and yes, sure, she's fully reclining on him like he's a divan, now. So what? He's very comfortable. "I think about how you said you weren't alone anymore, and then we proved it."
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The kiss to the Alucard version of a deeply furrowed brow mollifies him only slightly. The wrinkle remains, and he huffs like the child he sometimes is through all the bluster and attempts at maturity.
It's Sypha just using him as furniture that causes the dhampir to let go of that thought. She's warm, and brings so much warmth with her.
"It might help in time." That could be a truth. He doesn't know for sure. "It's one of the few remaining marks of him in this world."
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...that's probably exactly the kind of thing Alucard worries she thinks of his father. Damn.
"I won't argue that he left some, um, other scars," she's thinking about the chasm the Castle gouged into the earth when she dragged its dodecahedron sideways through space and time, or the burnt swaths of bloodied ground that were once prospering villages. "But there's you, too. And I think in time we can apply all the things he hoarded here to greater use. That will be one hell of a legacy." If she has anything to say about it.
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When he was a child, attention and a lesson in one of the labs was more than enough to mollify him. Growing older, growing faster had been hard. Both he and his father struggled with it, but building? That had been the key.
There's a nod of acknowledgement with other scars, but it doesn't change where his mind sits now.
"I'm not so concerned with that external legacy as within this....configuration of ours." Family. He means to say family. "And I think that at the end of the day, they may mean something different when I look at them."
A Rorschach test of daddy issues.
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"I'm glad you found something for the both of you," she says, by way of apology.
It isn't until his touch returns to her scars, rasping over them like the edge of an autumn leaf, that Sypha realizes this particular insecurity is smaller, quieter, more close to home and all the more vulnerable for it. Concern tugs at the corners of her mouth.
"We love you, Alucard." Best make that as plain as can be. "And yes, your father did try to kill us, but you are your own person. You've proved that with your own pain. Don't...don't cause yourself any more, please."
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"I love you both as well." It's a response that is automatic these days because it is a simple truth. He loves them both and they only get a single lifetime together. To hesitate to say the words is stupid. Selfish in it's way, for all he can think of is how many more years he'll go without saying them to Trevor's and Sypha's faces.
"And you know as well as I that that's easier said than done."
He doesn't quite laugh or smile, but there's an approximation of it. That and some real warmth from within, because she cares and Alucard knows she knows it's a challenge. "But I will continue to try."
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Then, because she's a firm believer in positive reinforcement, and this has been a morning of prolonged cuddling and relatively straightforward emotional speech, she gives a full-body wiggle and nibbles at the slope of his shoulder. "Know that I appreciate all your efforts immensely."
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He knows what that ugh really means. Alucard knows he should apologize just a little for it, but he can't quite manage it. It is easier said than done. The castle really can't be left alone, and it does need work. Excuses and true statements can coexist.
Sypha pushes. She always has, and it's in betterment of himself, of Trevor, and all three of them. What Alucard takes more issue with is the pace, because this is a little too much too fast.
Sypha also wiggles, and Alucard sighs. Nearly swoons if the nibble to his shoulder is any indication.
"I'm always aware. Just as I know you want me to be at peace with so many things."