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[ It's late when Trevor makes his way into Alucard's room in the place they share and while he feels a little more rejuvenated with the cool night air surrounding the world under a blanket of navy blue, he still finds himself feeling restless. Maybe it's the approaching full moon, maybe it's just that he's been here for a month now and he's turning into a fucking vampire of all things. Whatever the case, he's found himself in Alucard's room, lingering there in the door way and just... standing there. Watching the blond.

Yeah, ok, that sounds a little creepy and all but he just... isn't sure what to do. He remembers the things Berserker mentioned about bonds and all and while Trevor hasn't really done anything himself, he has to wonder if it holds true. Clearly Alucard would know more about it all, right? Seems like it.

But rather than wander off into the night and to be trusted that his feral instincts won't get the better of him, he slowly makes his way over to the blond's bed and just... crawls his way in beside Alucard. Laying there. Heart pounding in his chest as he does so for some reason.

This doesn't look like he's trying to bite him or something, right? ]

[The package left on his doorstep contains a plate of homemade cookies from Marie and a fresh lily flower.

“Happy Holidays! We are not friends yet but I hope we can become friends in the coming year.” is what the attached note says]

[What is this! Alucard got a small gift. Rather, it's a small maintenance and polish gift for swords. There's a note saying, 'Happy Holidays, and signed with an S'.

Wonder who it's from!]

[ Alucard's gift from Ursula; a bracelet with a charm! The charm itself is a stylized version of the planetary symbol for Venus, aka the Morning Star. She figures she doesn't need to explain if it's significant or not, but it was the first thing she thought of when she thought of him. ]

[ Knock knock, Alucard. A certain Belmont is there at your door. Wanting to talk to you. ]

[ Trevor's been looking a little more WORSE than usual as of late.

His hands tremble at times, attempts to get himself out of bed during the daylight hours are more difficult than they've been in the past, his skin borders translucent at times, and trying to stay away during the day is more of a chore than something he can more or less get through after getting himself up.

He knows it's getting close. His death.

So of course he tries to pretend IT'S FINE in his very typical Belmont way and with the door to their place swinging open, in comes Trevor Belmont. Dressed in his cloak. Bag held at his side as boots drag across the floor. ]

Fucking hell.

[ Words he mutters to himself as he gives the door a shove with his shoulder to shut and dips his head back to knock the hood of his cloak off. He's burnt a little on his cheeks and hands. ]

I hate the sun. I hate the way it looks at me. Laughing. Taunting me with it's... sunny sun ways and all.

[It's daylight, and that means it's the witch's turn to deal with things while Trevor sleeps. It isn't a bother, considering she's with Alucard and all, and she's been working hard on her spellcasting, so she feels fairly confident that whatever's causing this weird grass is manageable.

But standing on the edge of the field, staring out at it? That's a whole different story. It's quite a lot to take in, a whole pasture of cursed grass...]

...I don't like this, Alucard.

[Okay. So this isn't exactly a conventional video. This sort of device is so utterly foreign to her, that even though she's got an idea of how it works, there's no fucking way she's going to get it right the first time. Or even the first dozen.

Hell, even just leaving it alone is a disaster...as the video shows the interior of Sypha's bedroom. Just. sitting on a bed as the woman herself goes about moving things into boxes. Bits of shiny glass, bottles of strangely colored liquids, clothes, pretty rocks, books...a lot of just random shit.

And she's humming while she does it, for just a moment, before she starts singing out loud completely oblivious to the fact that she's sending this at all. Fortunately, it's just to one person.]

Priests and clerks...dance in the choir dressed as women...they sing wanton songs. They eat black pudding at the altar itself, while the celebrant is saying Mass...

[It's an old Goliard satire, he's probably heard it. But...Sypha does not have a singing voice at all. So sorry.]

I need to talk to you about something
sometime
whenever

[After a little bit of legwork, there is absolutely a knock on Ursula's door and behold: a summer dhampir. Which is to say Alucard's got a basket of hangover cure along with some bread and fresh berries, all while wearing a hell of a large hat with shades and a light tunic. He is pale okay, summer is the enemy.]

Edited 2020-07-04 01:08 (UTC)

We should probably talk sometime.

[Maria got everyone on her list booze, so what did she get Alucard?

Seeds. Yep.

They sort of look like sunflower seeds, but bleached white, and with an odd sort of luminescence. There is a note attached, of course:]

May your Modranicht be a happy one.

These are Lumenflower seeds - they are native to the area around my home. They'll bloom into handsome sunflower-looking plants that glow softly in the dark.

If you've interest in turning them to a proper lumenwood, you'd need to plant them close together and feed them blood and flesh; but I feel like you wouldn't have much interest in that, and the flowers themselves require no such thing to thrive.

Let me see how you put them when they bloom.

- Maria

A bottle of wine, the one she knew he enjoyed most, as well as some coffee she selected for him, as well, including a note;

"Thank you for being someone I can always talk to, no matter the topic. You've helped me a lot in dealing with my bizarre love life. Your friendship is a blessing to me. Here's to another year of it, okay?"

[On the day of the holiday, a plate of homemade cookies and a sample of herbal tea mysteriously appears on his doorstep. The wrapping is decorated with a fresh lily flower (actually a Fae magic product, designed to fade away from existence in a few hours) and a ribbon. The attached handwritten note reads as follows:]

Happy Modranicht! Let’s have another great year here in Aefenglom!

M⚜️

I need your help with something but you have to promise not to laugh at me for what it is.

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