If you're going to tell me I look ridiculous, please go ahead. I don't give a shit.
[ He does look ridiculous. Squinting, the long ragged moth wings and fluffy collar would almost look like his old cloak, but the rest of it is harder to explain away. Like the fact that said wings mean shirts other than halter tops are not an option. Or the blue-green tint to his skin and the whites of his eyes. Or just the fact that he looks like he weighs about a third of what he usually does, both literally and emotionally. ]
I brought cheap shit. If you want anything better you're going to have to provide it.
[Alucard opens the door, but he doesn't seem bothered in the least as he looks at Trevor. Not that he himself has any room to remark; his ears are longer, a pair that would suit a bat much better, which would match the white bat wings on his arms. His fingers end in little claws, less for harming and better for climbing.
In his arms is a plump raccoon, who looks content to be there.]
Actually, you look sort of... adorable.
[He smiles softly and steps aside for Trevor.]
I have a bottle of wine, but I don't gather you have a preference?
[ Bats eat moths, after all. He laughs, and it's not the cold, bitter kind. It's warm, the sort of laugh he's only just learning how to do again. That it takes a lot of wrok even for Sypha to coax out of him. Now he's just. Doing it.
He steps past Alucard and then turns back, reaching out with the hand that isn't currently carrying a bottle of cheap vodka. Runs it down one of Alucard's arms, grinning. Cordis has taken the weight from his shoulders, but it's also taken his inhibitions and sense of personal space. ]
Never had a preference in my life. Fill me up with whatever the fuck you want.
Well, I am having your blood, so I'll leave you to decide that.
[The touching is... not bad, really. The light white fur does cover most of the lacerations on his arms at least, but he has otherwise a blanket draped over his shoulders, as if that'll somehow conceal his chest and back.
But that's neither here nor there. Instead, he smiles at Trevor, enjoying the odd playfulness coming from him. What a shame for Sypha to miss, he thinks.]
Start with your shitty beer, then I'll give you a glass of wine. Best of both worlds.
I'll have you know it's shitty vodka. Much better ratio of price to getting fucked up.
[ He steps forward and then pauses, making sure that Alucard's moving with him so that he can keep a hand on his arm without actually holding on to him. He's trying to be careful, Jotaro told him about the burns, but he's also trying to not let them ruin his good mood. So for the most part, he's ignoring them and just trying to keep himself from getting so grabby that he'll aggravate them by accident.
He finds a chair to sit in and promptly sits down on the floor next to it instead. Because no amount of moons are going to make him less of a disaster really. ]
So I just drink this and then you get the- fuck did you call it. Sring?
[ He can manage 'hemocyanin' but not 'syringe'. There might be a little faking it going on. ]
[Fortunately, Alucard does follow him. The contact outright is surprising, but it's pleasant as well. He hasn't seen much of anyone except for Jotaro, so a different visitor is... nice. Not that he's ever disappointed about Jotaro, of course.
He puts his raccoon down, ruffing his ears before he smiles wryly at Trevor.]
Too good for my furniture? [He teases, naturally.] A syringe. It's a thin tube of glass with a needle attached. The needle is hollow, and allows for me to pull blood from your body after the needle is inserted. Less invasive than teeth, and you'd hardly feel it.
[ Technically it's scales, rather than dust. But the point is he'd rather not shed pheromones all over Alucard's furnature. That seems like it'd be a bad idea, even now. They've not talked about the Iris thing since they first met here but he's learned enough from other people discussing it to know that he probably should avoid making it worse. ]
Also, the floor's fucking great. [ He opens the bottle and takes a gulp. ] Well shit, and here I was hoping to feel things.
I don't think it's dust. But I appreciate you not getting it on the furniture, I suppose. I don't exactly need much more encouragement as I am.
[It's a bother, being constantly horny. Worse timing now than ever, truly, but he's... trying to manage. Hoping he can just endure through a few more days.]
If you want, I can still bite you. [He won't, but he does miss the banter with Trevor.] I'll go get the wine.
[Alucard doesn't take long, returning with a glass and the bottle. Really, the glass is more for himself, he doesn't expect that Trevor is even going to glance on it.]
[ So maybe the bad flirting is a terrible idea, with both of them being who they are and in the states they’re in and Alucard dealing with whatever bullshit it is that he’s dealing with.
But cordis is not the time for good ideas. ]
Half an hour, maybe. Quicker with the strong stuff.
Something sweet once we're done, if you have it. Not a problem if not, I've been managing to feed myself. Not going to pass out.
[ He ate like three whole vegetable so that you wouldn't get weird about his instant ramen-based diet. Look how dedicated he is to this stupid idea. Also to actually asking for things rather than dismissing every offer of help. He gulps down another mouthful of the vodka. ]
Just let me sleep it off outside if I do get too fucked up. [ Important to have a plan for these things, since alcohol and blood loss aren't a great combination. ] It's warm enough now, and the fresh air'll do me good. Keeps me from getting this dust shit all over your place, too.
Not really tried much. Cheaper to just buy a whole lot of the same thing, you know? Works well most of the time.
[ Gets boring when he's like this, but he's not about to complain too much. Boring or not, just the idea of being able to have food so easily accessible is a novelty he doesn't expect to wear off any time soon. He takes another gulp from the bottle, then leans his head against the chair. ]
I'm making the choice for me. I know- [ -he knows it must be difficult, even if he doesn't realise that the flirting is also bad. Or that the flirting is happening, honestly. He just opens his mouth and words happen, and he doesn't have to think about them at all. It's great. ] -I know the moon bullshit is hard for you. And I think the dust does something similar and- fuck, I can't stand the thought of that.
[ He looks down for a moment. ]
You can bite me, if you prefer it. I don't think I'm scared of that right now.
Awful. You should have variety. I'll let you choose a flavor when we're done.
[But he can clearly see how much Trevor cares. With all of his person right now, really. When they spoke after they encountered each other in the virtual reality, Trevor hated the idea of the moon affecting them. Affecting him. It was... oddly sweet? And he certainly did appreciate it from him.]
It isn't that bad with the right person. And I am considerably fortunate in that regard.
...I think it would be a bad idea to bite you in this state. And I say that because I don't want you to regret it later, Trevor.
[ If he were in his right mind, he'd be horrified about how sincere that came out. How relieved. But he's not, and so it just tumbles out of his mouth the same way everything else he says does. If Jotaro were anyone else, he'd be terrified. Well. Maybe not now, because he's not sure he's capable of terror right now. But all the test of the time. Now, it just seems like something unpleasant but nothing worse. ]
Your loss. [ Nothing comes out of the bottle when he brings it to his lips this time. Oh. He went through that quickly. ] Syringe it is, then.
[Honestly, he wishes a bit that Trevor would let himself be more like this. Softer. Kinder. Even a little playful in this way. But that isn't his place to say or wish, everything is too late in so many ways. He knows that.]
Hold out your arm for me.
[The dhampir gently helps roll up Trevor's sleeve, wiping at the crook of his elbow with a dab of rubbing alcohol. He waits for it to dry, which isn't long at least.
He can practically hear his blood, if he pays enough attention.
The syringe goes in, and he pulls out enough that it could be considered more or less a shot of blood. The syringe is set aside for now, and he looks down at the blood beading up where he'd punctured flesh.
He's been here long enough and had to engage in enough survival-handholding to know that even the slightest contact here is strangely- calming? Meaningful? Something like that. He thought that he was used to it. But Alucard rolls his sleeve up and-
-it's not even a sex thing, is the problem. If it was a sex thing it'd at least make sense. He doesn't want to fuck Alucard. Insofar as he is capable of accepting that he has any real desire to fuck Alucard normally, he kind of wants to do that less than usual. He wants to pick him up and spin him around. Press his forehead against his. Mush his face into his chest to listen to it.
He wants to hear Alucard laugh, which is worlds weirder than wanting to fuck him.
He watches the syringe instead of doing nonsense things because he has the presence of mind to recognise that none of those are good ideas even if he doesn't have the presence of mind to be ashamed. Sure enough, the blood comes out a translucent blue-green rather than a deeper, more opaque red. He watches it fill, and that's something to focus on. ]
It's- [ He watches as Alucard's tongue darts over the tiny puncture. And it's nice, and it makes him feel cared for, and he's kind of aware of how his brain isn't trying to make it into a sex thing when it absolutely should be. ] -it's fine. Drinking and bleeding are my favourite things to do anyway.
[ A pause. ] I'm happy to fuck off and let you get drunk by yourself, but you did say I was going to get ice cream. I think I deserve ice cream.
I think at least the former is your favorite. Bleeding just happens to coincide frequently.
[He hesitates, then shakes his head.] I think I'd rather you stay. At least for awhile. Not that you have to.
[But doing this alone seems... well. Rather lonely. And he doesn't want to do that.]
Help yourself to the freezer. It's fairly well stocked.
[Alucard for his part is taking his wine glass and pouring the blood into it, because he has to be a dramatic sophisticated asshole like his father. He starts to drink, and... it becomes quickly apparently what kind of lightweight he is, a blush seeping into his usually pale cheeks.]
[ He pushes himself to his feed and takes a few experimental steps, trying to gauge the effects of the alcohol and blood loss. In truth, he's had a lot worse on both sides. He barely wobbles as he makes his way to the freezer, looking through it as he tries to divine what the fuck moose tracks are meant to taste like.
It's something called 'celebrate' that he settles on in the end, because he has no idea what celebrating tastes like either, but it has rainbow sprinkles and- in truth he's not sure why that would have any effect on the decision making process because they almost certainly have a nutritional value of 'sugar' but.
He's a moth and rainbow sprinkles are appealing.
He takes the tub, because it's not like it's a big tub and also he deserves an entire tub of icecream. And a spoon. And then he returns to the floor, close enough to Alucard to lean his head against his knee. ]
It looks all wrong. Like seawater instead of wine.
[ He laughs, and it feels warm inside his chest. ]
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triple moon, un: 8==D
you still want drunk blood
im in the mood to get drunk and bleed
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Most of mine for you aren't very nice
But yes
I want that please. I'll show you how the syringe works. It won't hurt I promise.
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we are. give me your shitty nickname
ill be over there soon
oh right. my blood looks different right now.
i talked to the doctor about it. its safe. something about iron and copper
dont be weird about it
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How does it look different? Like a different color?
I won't really care, I'm just curious.
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blue, mostly. greenish blue. and kind of more see-through thn the red stuff. apparently its called hemocyanin. uses copper instead of iron
don't know if that'd ruin your meal.
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Time to have your fun blood then.
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If you're going to tell me I look ridiculous, please go ahead. I don't give a shit.
[ He does look ridiculous. Squinting, the long ragged moth wings and fluffy collar would almost look like his old cloak, but the rest of it is harder to explain away. Like the fact that said wings mean shirts other than halter tops are not an option. Or the blue-green tint to his skin and the whites of his eyes. Or just the fact that he looks like he weighs about a third of what he usually does, both literally and emotionally. ]
I brought cheap shit. If you want anything better you're going to have to provide it.
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In his arms is a plump raccoon, who looks content to be there.]
Actually, you look sort of... adorable.
[He smiles softly and steps aside for Trevor.]
I have a bottle of wine, but I don't gather you have a preference?
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[ Bats eat moths, after all. He laughs, and it's not the cold, bitter kind. It's warm, the sort of laugh he's only just learning how to do again. That it takes a lot of wrok even for Sypha to coax out of him. Now he's just. Doing it.
He steps past Alucard and then turns back, reaching out with the hand that isn't currently carrying a bottle of cheap vodka. Runs it down one of Alucard's arms, grinning. Cordis has taken the weight from his shoulders, but it's also taken his inhibitions and sense of personal space. ]
Never had a preference in my life. Fill me up with whatever the fuck you want.
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[The touching is... not bad, really. The light white fur does cover most of the lacerations on his arms at least, but he has otherwise a blanket draped over his shoulders, as if that'll somehow conceal his chest and back.
But that's neither here nor there. Instead, he smiles at Trevor, enjoying the odd playfulness coming from him. What a shame for Sypha to miss, he thinks.]
Start with your shitty beer, then I'll give you a glass of wine. Best of both worlds.
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[ He steps forward and then pauses, making sure that Alucard's moving with him so that he can keep a hand on his arm without actually holding on to him. He's trying to be careful, Jotaro told him about the burns, but he's also trying to not let them ruin his good mood. So for the most part, he's ignoring them and just trying to keep himself from getting so grabby that he'll aggravate them by accident.
He finds a chair to sit in and promptly sits down on the floor next to it instead. Because no amount of moons are going to make him less of a disaster really. ]
So I just drink this and then you get the- fuck did you call it. Sring?
[ He can manage 'hemocyanin' but not 'syringe'. There might be a little faking it going on. ]
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[Fortunately, Alucard does follow him. The contact outright is surprising, but it's pleasant as well. He hasn't seen much of anyone except for Jotaro, so a different visitor is... nice. Not that he's ever disappointed about Jotaro, of course.
He puts his raccoon down, ruffing his ears before he smiles wryly at Trevor.]
Too good for my furniture? [He teases, naturally.] A syringe. It's a thin tube of glass with a needle attached. The needle is hollow, and allows for me to pull blood from your body after the needle is inserted. Less invasive than teeth, and you'd hardly feel it.
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[ Technically it's scales, rather than dust. But the point is he'd rather not shed pheromones all over Alucard's furnature. That seems like it'd be a bad idea, even now. They've not talked about the Iris thing since they first met here but he's learned enough from other people discussing it to know that he probably should avoid making it worse. ]
Also, the floor's fucking great. [ He opens the bottle and takes a gulp. ] Well shit, and here I was hoping to feel things.
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[It's a bother, being constantly horny. Worse timing now than ever, truly, but he's... trying to manage. Hoping he can just endure through a few more days.]
If you want, I can still bite you. [He won't, but he does miss the banter with Trevor.] I'll go get the wine.
[Alucard doesn't take long, returning with a glass and the bottle. Really, the glass is more for himself, he doesn't expect that Trevor is even going to glance on it.]
How long does it usually take you, anyway?
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[ So maybe the bad flirting is a terrible idea, with both of them being who they are and in the states they’re in and Alucard dealing with whatever bullshit it is that he’s dealing with.
But cordis is not the time for good ideas. ]
Half an hour, maybe. Quicker with the strong stuff.
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Drink away, then. Are you going to need anything to eat?
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[ He ate like three whole vegetable so that you wouldn't get weird about his instant ramen-based diet. Look how dedicated he is to this stupid idea. Also to actually asking for things rather than dismissing every offer of help. He gulps down another mouthful of the vodka. ]
Just let me sleep it off outside if I do get too fucked up. [ Important to have a plan for these things, since alcohol and blood loss aren't a great combination. ] It's warm enough now, and the fresh air'll do me good. Keeps me from getting this dust shit all over your place, too.
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[Honestly, he rather likes this side of Trevor, albeit the flirting makes it... hard, for multiples reasons, Iris included.]
I suppose that's for the best, but. Know I wouldn't normally make that choice for you if you weren't making such a mess.
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Not really tried much. Cheaper to just buy a whole lot of the same thing, you know? Works well most of the time.
[ Gets boring when he's like this, but he's not about to complain too much. Boring or not, just the idea of being able to have food so easily accessible is a novelty he doesn't expect to wear off any time soon. He takes another gulp from the bottle, then leans his head against the chair. ]
I'm making the choice for me. I know- [ -he knows it must be difficult, even if he doesn't realise that the flirting is also bad. Or that the flirting is happening, honestly. He just opens his mouth and words happen, and he doesn't have to think about them at all. It's great. ] -I know the moon bullshit is hard for you. And I think the dust does something similar and- fuck, I can't stand the thought of that.
[ He looks down for a moment. ]
You can bite me, if you prefer it. I don't think I'm scared of that right now.
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[But he can clearly see how much Trevor cares. With all of his person right now, really. When they spoke after they encountered each other in the virtual reality, Trevor hated the idea of the moon affecting them. Affecting him. It was... oddly sweet? And he certainly did appreciate it from him.]
It isn't that bad with the right person. And I am considerably fortunate in that regard.
...I think it would be a bad idea to bite you in this state. And I say that because I don't want you to regret it later, Trevor.
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[ If he were in his right mind, he'd be horrified about how sincere that came out. How relieved. But he's not, and so it just tumbles out of his mouth the same way everything else he says does. If Jotaro were anyone else, he'd be terrified. Well. Maybe not now, because he's not sure he's capable of terror right now. But all the test of the time. Now, it just seems like something unpleasant but nothing worse. ]
Your loss. [ Nothing comes out of the bottle when he brings it to his lips this time. Oh. He went through that quickly. ] Syringe it is, then.
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Hold out your arm for me.
[The dhampir gently helps roll up Trevor's sleeve, wiping at the crook of his elbow with a dab of rubbing alcohol. He waits for it to dry, which isn't long at least.
He can practically hear his blood, if he pays enough attention.
The syringe goes in, and he pulls out enough that it could be considered more or less a shot of blood. The syringe is set aside for now, and he looks down at the blood beading up where he'd punctured flesh.
Bending down, he drags his tongue over the spot.]
...Thank you.
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He's been here long enough and had to engage in enough survival-handholding to know that even the slightest contact here is strangely- calming? Meaningful? Something like that. He thought that he was used to it. But Alucard rolls his sleeve up and-
-it's not even a sex thing, is the problem. If it was a sex thing it'd at least make sense. He doesn't want to fuck Alucard. Insofar as he is capable of accepting that he has any real desire to fuck Alucard normally, he kind of wants to do that less than usual. He wants to pick him up and spin him around. Press his forehead against his. Mush his face into his chest to listen to it.
He wants to hear Alucard laugh, which is worlds weirder than wanting to fuck him.
He watches the syringe instead of doing nonsense things because he has the presence of mind to recognise that none of those are good ideas even if he doesn't have the presence of mind to be ashamed. Sure enough, the blood comes out a translucent blue-green rather than a deeper, more opaque red. He watches it fill, and that's something to focus on. ]
It's- [ He watches as Alucard's tongue darts over the tiny puncture. And it's nice, and it makes him feel cared for, and he's kind of aware of how his brain isn't trying to make it into a sex thing when it absolutely should be. ] -it's fine. Drinking and bleeding are my favourite things to do anyway.
[ A pause. ] I'm happy to fuck off and let you get drunk by yourself, but you did say I was going to get ice cream. I think I deserve ice cream.
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[He hesitates, then shakes his head.] I think I'd rather you stay. At least for awhile. Not that you have to.
[But doing this alone seems... well. Rather lonely. And he doesn't want to do that.]
Help yourself to the freezer. It's fairly well stocked.
[Alucard for his part is taking his wine glass and pouring the blood into it, because he has to be a dramatic sophisticated asshole like his father. He starts to drink, and... it becomes quickly apparently what kind of lightweight he is, a blush seeping into his usually pale cheeks.]
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It's something called 'celebrate' that he settles on in the end, because he has no idea what celebrating tastes like either, but it has rainbow sprinkles and- in truth he's not sure why that would have any effect on the decision making process because they almost certainly have a nutritional value of 'sugar' but.
He's a moth and rainbow sprinkles are appealing.
He takes the tub, because it's not like it's a big tub and also he deserves an entire tub of icecream. And a spoon. And then he returns to the floor, close enough to Alucard to lean his head against his knee. ]
It looks all wrong. Like seawater instead of wine.
[ He laughs, and it feels warm inside his chest. ]
I've ruined your dramatics, haven't I?
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