Character(s): Alucard + ???? Status: Open Location(s): Around, about, and up in the Krimnos mountains Date(s) August About: General August catch all Warnings: Added as required
[ He sighs contentedly as Alucard strokes through his hair. It's- nice. Even if he doesn't quite understand why Alucard brought him here and what he's expected to do (going places and doing things because they're just nice to do? sounds fake). ]
Didn't do a whole lot of exploring when I was a kid. Order set a pretty strict schedule. Always had someplace to be, and it wasn't ever 'a cave somewhere'.
You probably weren't anywhere near good caves to explore anyway.
[His hand doesn't still as they move forward through the cave, although Alucard can't stare down stupidly at his Belmont. His eyes remain ahead, blessing the familiarity of the scene. 100 years on, and caves don't change. The paths through them don't change, one that they're on being worn smooth by so many explorers before.
The deeper in they go, the higher the ceiling becomes, until another cavern opens up entirely. Above, above is so high up that it might as well be a dark night sky, and there is a shimmer to the ceiling that genuinely suggests it. This place, this part of the cave, it's all quartz, and so the ceiling flickers and shimmers as the light reflects off of it.
Alucard smiles at the familiarity, and he kisses Trevor again.]
We had caves! [ He sounds a little defensive about that. Only a little. ] Most of them were just in the depths of the old hold. And-
[ -and then he does look up. It can’t be the night sky - it was barely noon when they came into the caves, and time doesn’t fly that much. On second look, the light up there doesn’t quite flicker like stars. Minerals of some sort. ]
[It's said with a soft, warm laugh. Then Alucard does the smart thing and shuts up entirely, his eyes fixed not on the ceiling but on Trevor. His face is exactly what Alucard wanted out of all of this. The wonder, the surprise, and there's more to come.
But Alucard isn't going to rush sharing one of his favorite places in the world. His fingers just keep carding through Trevor's hair, and it'd be no lie to say the vampire's face is absolutely besotted.]
[ The defensiveness is gone, the argument distracted and distant. Trevor himself is mostly gone, staring up at the ceiling. It’s- fuck. Amazing. For a few moments, he can barely remember that Alucard is on his shoulder, hand in his hair. ]
[Alucard's hands go still, mostly because he needs them to do something else. There's a soft pat to the top of Trevor's head, and Alucard points him towards a large pillar - a stalactite and stalagmite that have merged into one.]
Head over there.
[There's art on the pillar. Old art, the kind of thing made from smeared ash and hard determination. There's a pack of bears there, large and running towards some unsketched destination.]
[ It's hard, to tear his gaze from the ceiling. He likes to think himself better than getting this distracted just because something looks neat. More practical. But the ceiling shimmers like water and he can't quite bring himself to look away. It's only when Alucard's hands stop moving through his hair that he moves, and only then because right now he feels the loss so keenly that he can feel a chill at the base of his spine.
He sits, holding Alucard steady as he descends, to be at eye level with the art. And- it's not as awe-inspiring as the almost-stars above them, but it's still heavy with history. With things older than they are. Older than Alucard's father. Older than the dragons, maybe. ]
Good cave. [ He repeats, for lack of any other words to say. ]
There's drawings like this everywhere in the cavern. [The explanation is soft, Alucard's focus on being on Trevor and Trevor alone.]
Those that passed through here set all of their art beneath a nighttime sky. There's other columns that are made to look like trees, with owls on them. There's a family of goblins in the far back, all asleep.
[His hands go back to Trevor's hair finally. Alucard can't know how badly the touch is wanted, but he knows how badly he wants to keep touching. And touching. Everything about Trevor makes him want to hold on tight, because everything now is so damn ephemeral.]
[ He leans into the touch, sighing contentedly. It’s perfect. All of this is. Coming back was worth it, almost, for this one moment. He lifts Alucard from his shoulder, pulling him into his lap instead ]
I’m glad we’re here. For now, all that bullshit might just be worth it.
[It is worth it, isn't it? Being undead and having a moment like this. They've gotten so many moments since figuring this romance nonsense out.
It's that thought that has Alucard straining upward towards Trevor's face. A lap is comfy, yes, but this is more important. One hand reaches up to brush over Trevor's cheek, and then all he can do is kiss the Belmont.
He's soft. Slow. Chaste but looking for permission to deepen the embrace.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
[ He sighs contentedly as Alucard strokes through his hair. It's- nice. Even if he doesn't quite understand why Alucard brought him here and what he's expected to do (going places and doing things because they're just nice to do? sounds fake). ]
Didn't do a whole lot of exploring when I was a kid. Order set a pretty strict schedule. Always had someplace to be, and it wasn't ever 'a cave somewhere'.
no subject
[His hand doesn't still as they move forward through the cave, although Alucard can't stare down stupidly at his Belmont. His eyes remain ahead, blessing the familiarity of the scene. 100 years on, and caves don't change. The paths through them don't change, one that they're on being worn smooth by so many explorers before.
The deeper in they go, the higher the ceiling becomes, until another cavern opens up entirely. Above, above is so high up that it might as well be a dark night sky, and there is a shimmer to the ceiling that genuinely suggests it. This place, this part of the cave, it's all quartz, and so the ceiling flickers and shimmers as the light reflects off of it.
Alucard smiles at the familiarity, and he kisses Trevor again.]
Look up.
no subject
[ -and then he does look up. It can’t be the night sky - it was barely noon when they came into the caves, and time doesn’t fly that much. On second look, the light up there doesn’t quite flicker like stars. Minerals of some sort. ]
Holy shit.
no subject
[It's said with a soft, warm laugh. Then Alucard does the smart thing and shuts up entirely, his eyes fixed not on the ceiling but on Trevor. His face is exactly what Alucard wanted out of all of this. The wonder, the surprise, and there's more to come.
But Alucard isn't going to rush sharing one of his favorite places in the world. His fingers just keep carding through Trevor's hair, and it'd be no lie to say the vampire's face is absolutely besotted.]
no subject
[ The defensiveness is gone, the argument distracted and distant. Trevor himself is mostly gone, staring up at the ceiling. It’s- fuck. Amazing. For a few moments, he can barely remember that Alucard is on his shoulder, hand in his hair. ]
Fuck. Good cave.
no subject
[Alucard's hands go still, mostly because he needs them to do something else. There's a soft pat to the top of Trevor's head, and Alucard points him towards a large pillar - a stalactite and stalagmite that have merged into one.]
Head over there.
[There's art on the pillar. Old art, the kind of thing made from smeared ash and hard determination. There's a pack of bears there, large and running towards some unsketched destination.]
no subject
He sits, holding Alucard steady as he descends, to be at eye level with the art. And- it's not as awe-inspiring as the almost-stars above them, but it's still heavy with history. With things older than they are. Older than Alucard's father. Older than the dragons, maybe. ]
Good cave. [ He repeats, for lack of any other words to say. ]
no subject
Those that passed through here set all of their art beneath a nighttime sky. There's other columns that are made to look like trees, with owls on them. There's a family of goblins in the far back, all asleep.
[His hands go back to Trevor's hair finally. Alucard can't know how badly the touch is wanted, but he knows how badly he wants to keep touching. And touching. Everything about Trevor makes him want to hold on tight, because everything now is so damn ephemeral.]
It's an extraordinary cave.
no subject
[ He leans into the touch, sighing contentedly. It’s perfect. All of this is. Coming back was worth it, almost, for this one moment. He lifts Alucard from his shoulder, pulling him into his lap instead ]
I’m glad we’re here. For now, all that bullshit might just be worth it.
no subject
It's that thought that has Alucard straining upward towards Trevor's face. A lap is comfy, yes, but this is more important. One hand reaches up to brush over Trevor's cheek, and then all he can do is kiss the Belmont.
He's soft. Slow. Chaste but looking for permission to deepen the embrace.]