That’s usually how it works. [ It’s a statement, not an argument. He accepts that Alucard is probably the expert on who Alucard is married to. But he’s confused. Confused and maybe a little hurt. ]
A... guest?
[ He doesn’t like that one. It sounds so impersonal, like they barely know each other at all. Never mind that that is, in fact, the case. ]
[Alucard wants to cry. Not because of terror but because there's so many others who've had to suffer the same. No wonder they knew how to treat all those burns.]
I don't know if I want to go back. But it isn't fair to you if I can barely respond to your needs as would be expected in a marriage.
[ It’s a stupid question, isn’t this how people are meant to be? But he’s willing to pause and examine his motives long enough to answer. Just not on the fairy equivalent of a construction site. ]
[ Who ever heard of making things float? Sounds fake. He might have been able to make a floating chair in the first place, but he didn’t. This is a normal chair.
But he can lift the chair, so he’s moving Alucard without touching him. ]
[ He brings the chair in. There’s no real way to move Alucard from it to the bed to without touching him, so for now he’s just. There. Trevor sits on the bed, facing him. ]
I think- I think my father wanted me to interfere. He never told me to. But he sent me to Targoviste, and he sent me alone. It’s the first time he’s had me ride alone for the hunt. It’s... less bad, for me to be the one to break the deal. I’m not the one who made it.
But I did it wrong. I wasn’t meant to be so direct about it.
[ He huffs. ]
I thought that I could salvage it. If I just kept you, like my sister keeps her wives, maybe it would seem better somehow. He wouldn’t like it, but I wouldn’t have failed. Just done what I wanted instead. But that doesn’t work either.
This is the first thing he’s really trusted me with. The first thing that matters. I think he’s testing me. And I think I’m failing.
So I’m not being nice. I’m choosing who I want him to see me being. [ A sigh. ] And if it’s between being graceful in failure or cruel in failure, I want to choose grace.
[Alucard's fear subsides enough to listen. There's a part of him that knows he's right to be afraid, but the rest of him wants him to stop being a scared spitting, hissing animal. It's like a cat that's barely able to tolerate people.
There's a lot to understand here. Alucard's careful as he listens. Leon did not want to see the last of his beloved's line die. That's the first part here.
He's not sure what the directness has to do with matters yet. But that can be determined soon.]
You're trying to do right by him. That's....I understand that.
[But speaking of cruelty or grace, that gives Alucard an awful lot of pause. He'll exchange a moment's vulnerability for that.]
I appreciate that. It's not normal for people to treat me this way. [It's been so rare.] They always want something for kindness. And no hands that touch me are kind.
[ His instinct is, of course, to reach out to offer comfort. He’s lived in a large family, with a mother and at least one sister whose immediate response to the distress of others is contact. And a weird not-aunt who might be dating his mother who spent half his childhood deliberately picking out the most gaudy shades of lipstick to his his and his siblings’ cheeks with. It’s a big touchy family. He manages not to. ]
I don’t- [ No. That would be a lie. ] I... would probably want things from you. But not for kindness. Not in return for anything.
[ He can’t offer touch as comfort, so he tries a weak smile. ]
[It's the first time anyone's said they're sorry to him with any sense of meaning it in a very long time. On the man's face is a very thin, pained, anemic smile. But it's there for a fleeting moment.]
Thank you. That's...
[Alucard lets himself trail off for some time.]
I will struggle to believe you. But I appreciate it all the same.
[ He stands and stretches. The moment wasn’t wasted, but it was passed. That’s enough emotions for one day. ]
You’re right that I’m doing all of this because I’m selfish. I’m just not being selfish about anything to do with you. Let me pretend to be a good person to convince my father he didn’t make a mistake and I’ll not ask any more.
[ He moves the chair so that it's facing in a new direction. There are a few visible seams at first, pieces of the room only part-formed and not meant to be seen from this side, but they quickly right themselves. ]
You're sure you don't want a garden? It'll take me a little while, but it'll be somewhere else for you to be. And my sister always needs more places to put dogs.
Watching the seems right themselves is genuinely interesting. Alucard tilts his head as he watches it happen, then hums with a very quiet satisfaction. The world is weird and wide and wild, isn't it?]
I'll think about it. [However.]
Maybe one of the dogs can visit now?
[Dogs have generally been the kindest to him over the years.]
[ He sits down on the bed. Still watching Alucard, gaze still soft with fondness, but with all of that tempered at least somewhat by the knowledge that this isn't his.
A garden. A garden. If he brought plants from the human wold to grow there, would they count as the fruits of this place or of the human world? He makes a note to himself to ask Enid. ]
If you're happy to have a dog inside. I'll ask when I take these books back.
[It's still uncomfortable, Trevor's look. Alucard doesn't know how
much he trusts this conversation and it's follow through, but at least it's
something. For now, the fae seems to understand, and that? That's
actually a first.]
How many siblings do you have? The stories never mentioned anyone outside
the main two.
Three sisters. I'm the youngest. I think we were all from after the deal.
[ Oh right, the deal. Alucard asked about that. ]
Nobody ever put to paper the consequences of breaking it. I don't think anyone ever foresaw all the- fires. But it'll be less for me than it would have been for my father. It would have been less still if it were indirect, but that didn't work.
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Was that- wrong? I thought-
[ They had to undress Alucard to treat his injuries, when they first brought him here. He’s not gone out of his way to look, but he’d assumed- ]
-Wife, then? Is that better?
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[Oh fuck. Oh fuckfuckfuck.]
A rescue is not marriage.
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A... guest?
[ He doesn’t like that one. It sounds so impersonal, like they barely know each other at all. Never mind that that is, in fact, the case. ]
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[Well now he's confused. Good. Great!!! This is fine!!]
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[ That’s because Enid has GAME, Trevor. Game and dogs and a wide selection of rare books. ]
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[Alucard wants to cry. Not because of terror but because there's so many others who've had to suffer the same. No wonder they knew how to treat all those burns.]
I don't know if I want to go back. But it isn't fair to you if I can barely respond to your needs as would be expected in a marriage.
[He does try to curl up on the chair now.]
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[ There’s a slight pleading tone to it, but he can’t bring himself to do more than that. He crouches, holding a hand out. ]
Guest, then. An honoured guest. For the month, and for as long as you want to stay afterward.
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Alucard tries to move more but no. He's exhausted himself too much.
But Trevor's words? Those at least get through to him.]
Why are you being this nice?
[Aaaaaaaaaaaaand right out again.]
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[ It’s a stupid question, isn’t this how people are meant to be? But he’s willing to pause and examine his motives long enough to answer. Just not on the fairy equivalent of a construction site. ]
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[Alucard considers how to get up and--]
Can you use magic to float the whole chair inside or?
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[ Who ever heard of making things float? Sounds fake. He might have been able to make a floating chair in the first place, but he didn’t. This is a normal chair.
But he can lift the chair, so he’s moving Alucard without touching him. ]
How is this?
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Let's go inside then.
[What is this even.]
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I think- I think my father wanted me to interfere. He never told me to. But he sent me to Targoviste, and he sent me alone. It’s the first time he’s had me ride alone for the hunt. It’s... less bad, for me to be the one to break the deal. I’m not the one who made it.
But I did it wrong. I wasn’t meant to be so direct about it.
[ He huffs. ]
I thought that I could salvage it. If I just kept you, like my sister keeps her wives, maybe it would seem better somehow. He wouldn’t like it, but I wouldn’t have failed. Just done what I wanted instead. But that doesn’t work either.
This is the first thing he’s really trusted me with. The first thing that matters. I think he’s testing me. And I think I’m failing.
So I’m not being nice. I’m choosing who I want him to see me being. [ A sigh. ] And if it’s between being graceful in failure or cruel in failure, I want to choose grace.
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There's a lot to understand here. Alucard's careful as he listens. Leon did not want to see the last of his beloved's line die. That's the first part here.
He's not sure what the directness has to do with matters yet. But that can be determined soon.]
You're trying to do right by him. That's....I understand that.
[But speaking of cruelty or grace, that gives Alucard an awful lot of pause. He'll exchange a moment's vulnerability for that.]
I appreciate that. It's not normal for people to treat me this way. [It's been so rare.] They always want something for kindness. And no hands that touch me are kind.
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[ His instinct is, of course, to reach out to offer comfort. He’s lived in a large family, with a mother and at least one sister whose immediate response to the distress of others is contact. And a weird not-aunt who might be dating his mother who spent half his childhood deliberately picking out the most gaudy shades of lipstick to his his and his siblings’ cheeks with. It’s a big touchy family. He manages not to. ]
I don’t- [ No. That would be a lie. ] I... would probably want things from you. But not for kindness. Not in return for anything.
[ He can’t offer touch as comfort, so he tries a weak smile. ]
It won’t kill me, to just want and not have.
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Thank you. That's...
[Alucard lets himself trail off for some time.]
I will struggle to believe you. But I appreciate it all the same.
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[ He stands and stretches. The moment wasn’t wasted, but it was passed. That’s enough emotions for one day. ]
You’re right that I’m doing all of this because I’m selfish. I’m just not being selfish about anything to do with you. Let me pretend to be a good person to convince my father he didn’t make a mistake and I’ll not ask any more.
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[He has so many issues he could be a yearly subscription.]
But that's fair. He won't be visiting soon, will he?
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[ Look at them, actually talking about a problem and working it out. Amazing. He smiles. ]
I am going to have to put you back into the bed at some point. But if you want to leave that for later, I’ll find you a blanket.
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[THEY'RE DOING SO WELL.]
I'd like to sit and look at the room from a slightly different angle, please. The bed is comfortable, but even I have limits.
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[ He moves the chair so that it's facing in a new direction. There are a few visible seams at first, pieces of the room only part-formed and not meant to be seen from this side, but they quickly right themselves. ]
You're sure you don't want a garden? It'll take me a little while, but it'll be somewhere else for you to be. And my sister always needs more places to put dogs.
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Watching the seems right themselves is genuinely interesting. Alucard tilts his head as he watches it happen, then hums with a very quiet satisfaction. The world is weird and wide and wild, isn't it?]
I'll think about it. [However.]
Maybe one of the dogs can visit now?
[Dogs have generally been the kindest to him over the years.]
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A garden. A garden. If he brought plants from the human wold to grow there, would they count as the fruits of this place or of the human world? He makes a note to himself to ask Enid. ]
If you're happy to have a dog inside. I'll ask when I take these books back.
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Thank you.
[It's still uncomfortable, Trevor's look. Alucard doesn't know how much he trusts this conversation and it's follow through, but at least it's something. For now, the fae seems to understand, and that? That's actually a first.]
How many siblings do you have? The stories never mentioned anyone outside the main two.
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[ Oh right, the deal. Alucard asked about that. ]
Nobody ever put to paper the consequences of breaking it. I don't think anyone ever foresaw all the- fires. But it'll be less for me than it would have been for my father. It would have been less still if it were indirect, but that didn't work.
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