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[reposing]

[ok mr brown bear!!]

Would it be too much to ask what your family was like?

I know that's difficult. But I also sometimes feel that I speak of myself so much by contrast.

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no, it's -- fine.

my mother is the one i got my stubbornness from, you might be surprised to hear.

[reposing]

Not surprising as you may think.

Actually. I can come over, if you prefer to speak in person.

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that might be nice.

action;

[reposing]

[what up, you got your boyfriend at the door, gently knocking, i have no idea if that secret passage is done yet]

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[For the sake of argument, let's say yes.

He opens the door with a half-grin, leaning in to press a kiss to the dhampir's cheek before he ushers him inside.]

I'd offer you a drink, but I don't think I'd have much to your liking.

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Not if it's all alcohol, Trevor.

[He smiles warmly, leaning in to return the kiss to Trevor's other cheek before he comes inside, reaching for the other man's hand.]

Hell, your house is still barren. Do you even live here?

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Hey, I have a tap. There's water.

[He snorts, taking Alucard's hand easily enough.]

Of course I do. I just don't have a lot of -- things.

[Shut up, okay?]

[reposing]

How exciting.

[Alucard chuckles and presses closely, raising Trevor's hand to kiss his fingers and knuckles.]

You're allowed to be comfortable under your own roof, Trevor. Please tell me you at least have furniture?

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Where else would I sit -- the floor?

[Once he guides Alucard into the living room, at least there's -- a couch? And a table?]

[reposing]

I honestly wouldn't put it past you.

[oh a couch, good. Alucard is tugging Trevor to join them there. And he is definitely going to just-- embrace him and give him a fierce snuggle. That's how we do it.]

I want to hear more about your family. If you'll tell me. If not, this is fine too, of course.

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I mean ... if you want.

I was going to say I'm sure it wouldn't be anything you'd be surprised to hear, but you had more of a childhood than me, remember?

[He chuckles, but it's still at least a little somber. The snuggling is fine. This couch is great for snuggling.]

[reposing]

Perhaps. But it's still a part of you.

And I like to know more of you. I always will.

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I think I told you a lot of the kids slept in the same room together, right?

We had a lot of common areas like that, so there were always people around.

[It'd been a ... harsh reality check, suddenly being completely alone.]

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No one was ever alone in the Belmont estate.

[His words are soft as he speaks, observing.]

You had sisters? You seem to know what to do with my hair well enough.

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Mm. Cousins, mostly. All the girls liked to keep their hair long, but it got in the way during practice.

[Once they were older and had their own styles, some of them kept it long and up and some of them didn't.]

My mother always tried to keep hers back, but not very hard. It was always a little wild.

[reposing]

[Alucard rests his head onto Trevor's shoulder, getting comfortable and close, as if he hadn't already.]

No siblings? [A mixed blessing, perhaps. Alucard himself is an only child, but he also could not think to bear more familial loss.]

Were the girls also hunters?

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[This is ... harder to talk about. He presses his face into Alucard's hair.]

A little girl. Too small for braids or sparring, though.

[His parents didn't exactly have much time to be with each other, given how Belmonts worked. It was common to have large gaps between their children.

Time for a slight subject focus before he does something embarrassing.]

Oh, yeah. My mother's the one who taught me with the whip, actually.

[reposing]

[Alucard feels the press of Trevor against him, and he hesitates a moment. He reaches up, gently petting the back of Trevor's head. He wonders if he should really be asking this.]

Mm. I didn't expect to hear that. A woman's freedom to do anything is restricted.

[But then, the Belmont family probably didn't care, always needing hunters.]

We can stop discussing this if you need that. I know you as you are now and-- that's enough, truly.

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From my understanding, she didn't give them much choice in the matter.

[Stubborn, remember? He leans his head back into the touch and lets out another sigh, trying to steady himself.

How can he explain?]

-- I want you to know. But nobody -- ever asked these questions, you understand. It never mattered to anyone else.

[Except him. People didn't want to hear you humanize a family they'd condemned to death.]

[reposing]

The Belmont family trait: stubborn as hell.

[There's a pause, then he continues to pet his hunter's head, quiet and loving.]

Everything about you matters to me.

[That is a promise.]

Then I am happy to listen to what you can remember.

Is there anything that you're nostalgic for? Food, that sort of thing.

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[Alucard's question has him thoughtful, and it takes him a little while before he responds.]

Part of the reason I got this place is because of that.

[He motions to the enclosed fireplace.]

We always gathered around our fireplace, even in the spring and fall. The smell can be -- hard to divorce from other memories, though. So this is better.

[reposing]

[He nods, understanding. Alucard is just as guilty for it, his own cottage a mix of his homes with both Lisa and Dracula: his mother's cottage where she worked as a doctor, his father's castle where they grew together as a family. A taste of his own preferences where he can paint freely, have a humble studio.]

I can come here more frequently, you know.

[To spend time by the fire, even if they don't do anything exciting. He would still love to.]

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I know you're less fond of the starkness of it than I am.

[He's been ... more likely to try and cater to Alucard lately, given everything that's happened to the dhampir.

He's told exactly nobody about the little run-in he'd had with Asra at the party partly because of that, but partly because it seemed so -- odd.]

And as long as you're there, it doesn't matter where we are.

[reposing]

[trevor blease]

There's nothing wrong with living in one's comfort level. I suppose comparatively, you've not had much to fill a room with. But that doesn't mean you can't start, if you wanted. [Wryly:] Give yourself a bit of practice before we're back in Wallachia.

[Ah. That's actually very sweet of Trevor to say. He smiles and kisses his temple.]

The same can be said for me. So long as you are with me.