That's impressive, admittedly. That Trevor did that, had the strength to say it to his father. Alucard holds his breath a moment, then slides his arms around Trevor, kissing him, his lips then his brow.]
You brave fool. [He means it as teasing, then more genuinely:] My father told me... that it was all right. To have a life with you and Sypha.
I know I don't need his permission, but it's... [An uneasy breath escapes him, trembling.] Gratifying, perhaps. To know that he understands.
[The smile that forms on Alucard's face is warm and loving. He's relieved, immensely; not that he had any doubt, but it's another thing to interpret and another to just have it confirmed.]
Good.
[He presses near, even just content to have this. Sitting with Trevor, appreciating his love.]
I would never have wished to force this place upon you, but I am... glad that you're here with me.
Even when you evidently get a Dracula from another reality horribly drunk while also having an emotional discussion with my father.
Look, I got him horribly drunk, I didn't get myself horribly drunk. That's got to be an improvement, right?
[He squeezes Alucard's hand and sighs, reminded of something that Teddy had asked of him.]
...Ah. With the way the city's been lately, Teddy asked whether you'd be all right with him setting up some spell between our houses to mask our movements. So they wouldn't know if we went back and forth. It seemed like a good idea.
Per our last conversation, Alucard, no, I will not be cooking.
[He brings his hand up through Alucard's hair again, feeling the soft locks against his fingers. It's become comforting quickly, holding him like this.
Tenderness like this, it's why it's easier to say things to Alucard that he'd never say to someone else so easily. He at least knows his feelings are true.]
Maybe I ought to learn, though, if I'm really poisoning you all that badly with it back home.
[With a sigh, he relaxes against Trevor all the more easily with the fingers roaming through his hair. He smiles to himself, then chuckles softly.]
I don't think you can manage with me, but it is poor Sypha's stomach that I would be concerned about. Perhaps it would be a nice way to surprise her, your sudden ability to properly roast meat.
On top of my sudden ability to communicate my feelings, you mean?
[He's -- teasing, mostly. He still doesn't think he's all that good at it, but at least he's trying, not just blindly fumbling through like he would've done if it had just been the three of them in Wallachia, existing in the strange vacuum of intimacy that was their life.]
[He pushes aside the desire to say he's sure grown men don't just wake up in the middle of the night breathless with nightmare, still, and instead lets his head tip back as Alucard nuzzles him.
He sighs, his other hand coming to fiddle with the collar of Alucard's shirt. It's absent play, mostly distraction. He doesn't want to leave here for a while, now that the near-silence between them isn't so tense as it once was.]
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No, okay. He can do this.]
I ... love you. I need you to know that.
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For once, in a great while, they are not ones he hates. Leaning in, he presses another tender kiss to Trevor's mouth.]
I love you, too.
And I know I would be all the more lost without you at my side.
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His breath is ragged, soft.]
I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here.
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He knows himself, what he would do. And it isn't a good answer.]
Then I'm glad neither of us need to wonder right now.
Will you-- come in? And stay for a bit.
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[He nods, settling his arms around Alucard's waist. He kisses the underside of the dhampir's chin, the curve of his throat.
He takes a breath.]
I ... meant to ask you if you'd run into anyone from our world, lately.
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...My father, you mean.
[If Trevor is asking that, then that's the only person he can think of.]
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...Yeah.
[He takes a deep breath and sighs it out, watching Alucard's face carefully.
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[He tries to smile, but he can't hide his mixed feelings.]
It... wasn't bad, seeing him. He had much to say.
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No, it was ...
[He nuzzles the dhampir's throat.]
I told him, you know. That I love you.
[It's easier to say the more he says it. Maybe.]
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That's impressive, admittedly. That Trevor did that, had the strength to say it to his father. Alucard holds his breath a moment, then slides his arms around Trevor, kissing him, his lips then his brow.]
You brave fool. [He means it as teasing, then more genuinely:] My father told me... that it was all right. To have a life with you and Sypha.
I know I don't need his permission, but it's... [An uneasy breath escapes him, trembling.] Gratifying, perhaps. To know that he understands.
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I'm not surprised he approves. It -- seemed as much, when we spoke.
[Which is why he'd told him in the first place. Technically he'd just answered 'yes' to the question when asked, but -- it still counted, honestly.]
I'm glad you got to talk.
[He wishes often he'd been able to speak to either of his parents again, one more time.]
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[It is peculiar timing. After the loss of D, then suddenly given the chance to reconcile with his father.
All the same, he's glad to have had it.]
I wish others would have such an experience.
[Trevor did cross his mind in that regard.]
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He's glad that Alucard has had something happen to him that's actually nice, no matter the slight jealousy he might feel.]
Well, apparently anything is possible here.
[For better or worse.]
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[He takes Trevor's hand into his.]
...Would you have me? For the rest of your life. You and Sypha.
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I wouldn't have it any other way.
[He'd never wanted it any other way.]
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Good.
[He presses near, even just content to have this. Sitting with Trevor, appreciating his love.]
I would never have wished to force this place upon you, but I am... glad that you're here with me.
Even when you evidently get a Dracula from another reality horribly drunk while also having an emotional discussion with my father.
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[He squeezes Alucard's hand and sighs, reminded of something that Teddy had asked of him.]
...Ah. With the way the city's been lately, Teddy asked whether you'd be all right with him setting up some spell between our houses to mask our movements. So they wouldn't know if we went back and forth. It seemed like a good idea.
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[That... earns a pause, and a surprised look.]
I wasn't aware that he could do that. I-- would welcome it. I know they're bound to raise a fuss with us seeing each other as it is.
And I don't want to keep sneaking in as a bat. It's sort of embarrassing.
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I didn't know he could do it, either. He offered recently, but he wanted to make sure you were all right with it.
[A pause.]
You should come for dinner, soon.
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[w a i t]
...You're not cooking, are you?
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[He brings his hand up through Alucard's hair again, feeling the soft locks against his fingers. It's become comforting quickly, holding him like this.
Tenderness like this, it's why it's easier to say things to Alucard that he'd never say to someone else so easily. He at least knows his feelings are true.]
Maybe I ought to learn, though, if I'm really poisoning you all that badly with it back home.
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I don't think you can manage with me, but it is poor Sypha's stomach that I would be concerned about. Perhaps it would be a nice way to surprise her, your sudden ability to properly roast meat.
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[He's -- teasing, mostly. He still doesn't think he's all that good at it, but at least he's trying, not just blindly fumbling through like he would've done if it had just been the three of them in Wallachia, existing in the strange vacuum of intimacy that was their life.]
She might faint from the shock.
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My my. Look at how our Belmont has grown. You're almost a functioning adult man now.
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[He pushes aside the desire to say he's sure grown men don't just wake up in the middle of the night breathless with nightmare, still, and instead lets his head tip back as Alucard nuzzles him.
He sighs, his other hand coming to fiddle with the collar of Alucard's shirt. It's absent play, mostly distraction. He doesn't want to leave here for a while, now that the near-silence between them isn't so tense as it once was.]
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