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They're gone. We're here. And you're not a monster any more than I'm a heretic.

[ He leans his head forward, pressing his brow against Alucard's forehead. ]

I don't know if you want me here. But I won't leave until you tell me to.

[He stays there, after that. Goes still and does nothing more, because what else is there to do? He's cried. He's sobbed. He's laid the worst thoughts bare, and the Belmont is still here.

And if a Belmont hasn't done him in yet, then there's hope.]

I may not know what I want for some time. Will that be okay?

Of course.

[ He just. Stays like this. Holding Alucard close. It's- not what he expected to happen. He doesn't know what he expected. They'd come back and- did he want Alucard to be happy about that? He wouldn't have been. He'd have been glad to see Sypha again. Done- whatever knowing how to be nice is at her. Maybe tolerated him. ]

Just- tell me, if you want me gone. It's hard to tell with you.

It's just hard to tell anything.

[Alucard closes his eyes. Ends up starting to drift, because he has nothing else.

It also means food goes untouched.]

[ Eventually he flops to one side himself, onto the pillows, arms still around Alucard. At some point in the night there are footsteps and he stirs just a little before a warm weight settles against his back. Warmth and pressure against his back always seems to keep him asleep.

Sypha can't sleep alone, these days.

And that's how they are, through the night. There's no light at dawn, not through the heavy curtains that make up the little soft space they occupy. And so Sypha doesn't stir and Trevor doesn't move even when he does wake, still holding Alucard close. ]

[Alucard's waking is gentle. This space seems to ward off dreams, which is one of the biggest miracles of all of this. The problem instead manifests itself in the moments afterwards, when he has arms around him and no, no that's--

--Trevor. Just Trevor.

The moment of struggle fades. He breathes out, settling back against those arms.]

--You awake?

[ It's strange, having that living, human pressure on both sides. Not unpleasant, but strange. He stays still even after he wakes, trying to figure out what he feels about it. He's not sure he can. It just- is.

It's probably a good thing that he wakes first, because he manages to catch himself when Alucard tenses briefly. He's held Sypha through enough nightmares lately for his immediate waking reaction to be to pull her tighter and kiss her awake. He pulls Alucard tighter, but he manages to catch and correct himself before step two. ]

Yeah. Have been a little while now.

[ He loosens his hold, arms still around Alucard but not pulling him close. ]

Whispers. She starts kicking if you make too much noise while she's asleep.

Does she?

[He can whisper well enough. And he almost sounds close to a laugh with that question. But that doesn't happen. He just stills, remaining in Trevor's arms.]

How often does she sleep in?

[ He does chuckle, trying his best to do so quietly. Even here, even now, it's hard not to smile when he's talking about Sypha. Things are dark, and it's hard to believe that they'll ever be bright again, but she's still the best thing that ever happened to this nasty fuck of a world. ]

She'd outsleep you if I let her. Just doesn't wake up unless she's offered breakfast.

Sounds like a good competition. [That he's so, so going to take her up on tomorrow.]

There's the dinner leftovers, I suppose.

[That didn't get eaten at all....]

Do I have to judge?

[ It's fond. He won't be able to get anything done all day tomorrow, but this is fine. They have the deer, kept in a way that he doesn't understand but that involves ice and straw for insulation. He won't need to hunt for the next week. They have preserved vegetables and the contents of the old kitchen garden. They can just- exist, for a while, and not do anything else. ]

I'll make something new for her. It'll- It's a novelty, to be able to eat something different at each meal. It'll lift her spirits a little.

I think so.

[He doesn't understand the fondness. But it's there, so he can't argue about it.

Alucard considers Trevor's words. Then shifts a little in Trevor's arms.]

You'll need different methods of preparation then.

[ He barely understands the fondness himself. He just knows that he's lying between them and it's- nice. Safe. ]

I do know how to light a fire without her help, you know.

[ He just. Maybe hasn't done it in a while. ]

You know to do it in the fireplace, correct?

[there he is. there's the asshole!]

The fuck's a fireplace?

[ They found him. fucking finally. His face splits into a grin. ]

Been too long, I don't seem to remember.

Oh, I am not in any mood to explain basic architecture to you, Belmont.

[Why is he smiling????]

If you burn this castle down, you'll be the pride of generations and the shame, because no one else figured it out before you did by pure accident.

Please, she already broke it. The shame's already there, generations of trying to get it to stay still for five fucking minutes and she makes it stay still forev- ow!

[ That would be a kick. To the back of his thigh, thankfully. She has bony knees. A few inches off and it would hurt. ]

-so maybe breaking the castle is a dangerous topic right now.

I'm inclined to agree.

[He's softer with that. Far more reserved. But he wants to keep that normal fighting up. Somehow. Just for a few more moments.]

Do you want me to wake her up with cold bits of deer then?

She didn't kick me that hard. She still deserves something fresh.

[ There's a sleepy sound from behind him that translates into something like 'of course I do'. ]

Show me how the oven works, if we're not meant to just light a fire in it?

The fire lights automatically with one of the knobs.

[Alucard says that much straight forwardly but...

leaving?

Leaving.

Leaving.]

Very well.

[ He lets go. It's more difficult than he thought it would be. Sits up, and there are soft complaining sounds from a bundle of robes and blankets behind him. It's probably Sypha. ]

Not leaving you. We're just going to make breakfast. What do you think about eggs?

[ ...there's a mumbled 'good boy', and then the bundle of blankets coils in upon itself. ]

--Did she just call you a good boy?

[Alucard sits up very slowly, all of the blankets coming with him. He's not getting out of his cocoon, goddammit.]

No.

[ Shit. ]

She said- [ fuck he can't figure out a convincing lie right now. too early. ] -something else. She was probably talking about breakfast.

No, she definitely just called you a good boy.

[Behold, the standing vampire! Still bundled in blankets, and shuffling very slowly to the door.

Well, floating to the door. Walking is movement and that's effort.]

She did not. She was talking about the eggs. It's- Serbian. For egg.

[ It is not. But this is normal. Almost fun, if embarrassing. And if being able to hold this one stupid thing over him is what helps, then-

-then maybe it's tolerable. He stands, untangling himself from the pile of blankets, and follows Alucard. ]

They're duck eggs, from down by the lake.

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