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usir2019-05-19 01:28 pm
cryptsleeper) wrote in usir2019-05-19 01:28 pm
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Character(s): Alucard, Sypha, Trevor
Status: Closed
Location(s): The old castle homestead
Date(s) c. May 20th
About: In which three idiots resolve fraught topics like "everything that happened in Einjar" and "emotions"
Warnings: Discussion of blood drinking and gross bodily harm
[Save for the few hours that Alucard had spent trying to deal with the horrible wall of ice (and acting as a ferry), the dhampir had all but clammed up since the incident in Einjar.
(A nice way of putting it, incident. The madness of the ringing had struck upon a hunger that only vampir and their descendants had and the control Alucard always prided himself in was gone. He had turned not on strangers, but on Trevor, and nearly ripped his throat out. The madness took Trevor in a different direction, and the attempt had not been blocked. It had been encouraged. Trevor had nearly died for it, and this was hardly a month after Sypha's return and the determination that the dhampir had far deeper feelings for the Belmont than he had been prepared to admit to in the past.)
Silence was not the only action Alucard took, drenched in guilt and terrified that he may yet again perform such miserable actions. On the trip back from the damned place he had stayed in a small corner of the airship, speaking to no one unless approached and trying his best to avoid the other two. It had continued once they returned to the castle (home), except it was stupider and in truth, more dramatic than need be.
While there were always meals waiting in the kitchen, Alucard's presence was scant. He no longer relied on Trevor as a bed - he had taken to a small room and stayed there most nights. Not that sleep came easy to him. When it did, it simply replayed the horrible moments of teeth tearing into flesh over and over and over again, interspersed with the reminder that the Belmont had sat vigil with Alucard's corpse months ago. This was how the devotion was repaid.
Figuring out how to shadow walk made it easier to avoid the other two as well. He could cast it to the next room or two over and go, and that was probably safer for everyone.
The worst of all of it was that Alucard knew that had the other two stayed back when all three of them were alive a century ago, they'd be dealing with the same behavior. Replace patricide with this, and it was still the same set of behavior.
He stands in the kitchen now, putting the last piece of carrot onto a serving platter. That'll be it for tonight. Dishes can be done in earliest morning.]
Status: Closed
Location(s): The old castle homestead
Date(s) c. May 20th
About: In which three idiots resolve fraught topics like "everything that happened in Einjar" and "emotions"
Warnings: Discussion of blood drinking and gross bodily harm
[Save for the few hours that Alucard had spent trying to deal with the horrible wall of ice (and acting as a ferry), the dhampir had all but clammed up since the incident in Einjar.
(A nice way of putting it, incident. The madness of the ringing had struck upon a hunger that only vampir and their descendants had and the control Alucard always prided himself in was gone. He had turned not on strangers, but on Trevor, and nearly ripped his throat out. The madness took Trevor in a different direction, and the attempt had not been blocked. It had been encouraged. Trevor had nearly died for it, and this was hardly a month after Sypha's return and the determination that the dhampir had far deeper feelings for the Belmont than he had been prepared to admit to in the past.)
Silence was not the only action Alucard took, drenched in guilt and terrified that he may yet again perform such miserable actions. On the trip back from the damned place he had stayed in a small corner of the airship, speaking to no one unless approached and trying his best to avoid the other two. It had continued once they returned to the castle (home), except it was stupider and in truth, more dramatic than need be.
While there were always meals waiting in the kitchen, Alucard's presence was scant. He no longer relied on Trevor as a bed - he had taken to a small room and stayed there most nights. Not that sleep came easy to him. When it did, it simply replayed the horrible moments of teeth tearing into flesh over and over and over again, interspersed with the reminder that the Belmont had sat vigil with Alucard's corpse months ago. This was how the devotion was repaid.
Figuring out how to shadow walk made it easier to avoid the other two as well. He could cast it to the next room or two over and go, and that was probably safer for everyone.
The worst of all of it was that Alucard knew that had the other two stayed back when all three of them were alive a century ago, they'd be dealing with the same behavior. Replace patricide with this, and it was still the same set of behavior.
He stands in the kitchen now, putting the last piece of carrot onto a serving platter. That'll be it for tonight. Dishes can be done in earliest morning.]
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He isn't sure how successfully he's hugging Trevor or Sypha. All Alucard knows is that the other two are around him, and...
...oh. That point.]
Is us agreed on by everyone?
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[ Huh, good question. He'd just sort of assumed that Sypha was welcome wherever she decided to be, and so if she decided to be with them- it only made sense, didn't it? That she'd be welcome there, too. ]
I suppose it is. [ He twists a lock of Alucard's hair around one finger, pulling Sypha in closer with the other hand. ]
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She puts an arm around Dog's limp body to secure him to her chest as she moves to join Ellis in the goliath's lap. With the two of them sitting so close on either side of the dhampir, she can't get much closer without sitting on one or the other of them. There's plenty of room with Trevor, however, and her tail drapes down across Alucard's legs as well. ]
I wasn't sure if the both of you... [ She stammers a little before laughing and ducking her head. ]
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He can't bring himself to laugh even gently at Sypha. It's a real fear. He understands the reasons for it.]
Doesn't matter now. Answer's yes.
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[ It’s hard to remember the hurt of only a few moments ago right now. He’ll recall eventually, and they’ll need to talk about all of this further later. For now, it doesn’t matter. He twists his finger through Alucard’s hair until he reaches the end of it and then lets that hand settle at his side. And then he places his other hand under Sypha’s chin, lifting it just a little so if he bows his head his lips brush against the hair of her bangs. ]
May I? [ Kiss her forehead, he means. He doesn’t think he’s misinterpreted the situation, but it’s still probably better to ask. ]
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Instead, she just nods and tilts her head back. ]
Yes.
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He has nothing to say or do in this moment. But there's a sigh that leaves him that suggests all his stress is gone too, and isn't that a blessing in it's way?]
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The two not-shitty things about all of this bullshit. [ A pause, and a contented sigh. ] The only two not-shitty things in the fucking world, these days.
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She’s not holding her breath, of course, but there’s always hope for her boys, isn’t there? Her sweet, stubborn, willful boys. At least now they’ll always have her there to look out for them, even if that means knocking some sense into them, literally. ]