❧ open rp - adrian/alucard

[reposing]

Feel free to:

❧ Start your own prompt for whatever setting!
❧ Continue from a previous PSL or meme!
❧ Request a prompt!
❧ Can be sexy or not, whatever man
❧ AUs super welcome!

Comments

[reposing]

[His fingers curl, almost into fists -- almost. So, it's enough that Trevor would even use violence on him, speak so lowly. It's--

No. It doesn't matter. It clearly doesn't matter. And there's no satisfaction in that.]

You would be so petty as to let this be it, then. [Even though it's his fault, he started it, he knows that, but even so...]

Stop me if you can, Belmont. You couldn't before. The mirror comes with me.

[miraclewhip]

[ He breathes in slowly, listening to the sound of the whip's chain dragging against the floor. He wants a fight, and he doesn't, both at once. There is a vampire in his family's home, stood beneath their bones, laughing at their deaths, and that thought makes bile creep up his throat. But whatever word could be put to his uneasy truce he had with Alucard-

-it's gone now, isn't it? ]

Will you leave, if it does?

[ His tone is still that furious calm, but there's something else to it now. Defeat. Begging, almost. ]

[reposing]

If you refuse to deal with this matter properly, then yes. I will leave, with the mirror. And you can do whatever you want, per usual.

[There are several excuses in his mind, that this was inevitable. How could a Belmont work with Dracula's son, he's just a foolish drunk anyway, it doesn't matter, Alucard would never have fit alongside two humans regardless.

Hundreds of reasons, but never the core truth. Even he knows that, but it doesn't matter.]

[miraclewhip]

Take it, then. Take her with you and go. Neither of you are welcome here.

[ And he should leave it at that. He has what he wanted. He has his solitude. He has an end to the constant barbs about the accusations that killed his family.

But he's still hurt. More, perhaps, for the confirmation that it was never him that they needed. Wasn't even his family's knowledge. Just something they happened to own. He's still hurt and Alucard isn't and that isn't fair and- ]

-you don't give a shit about her at all, do you?

[ Not Sypha. A different 'her'. ]

[reposing]

Do you really think she'd leave with me.

[Sypha wouldn't. He knows how she feels. And he heard it, damn his ears, like a cold spot in the room, but it's not as if she knew he was listening.

That particular accusation confuses him for a moment. It doesn't sound like he means Sypha, so that leaves--]

What are you on about?

[He says it like a warning.]

[miraclewhip]

These accusations, the trials, they're funny to you, aren't they? Fucking hilarious.

[ This is low, again. Too low. He doesn't care. He's hurt. Alucard ought to hurt, too. And if it starts a fight then all the better. ]

Were you laughing through the burning, too? Or is it only funny when it happens to the people who don't matter?

[reposing]

[Normally, Alucard keeps a bored and calm expression, or perhaps one of mild amusement or disgust. (The laughter is rare and few, but it's only Trevor who's really succeeded before, and he rather liked that, even if it worried him too.) But here--

Here, the hurt is seen quickly. Then, he's infuriated, reacting quickly. When Alucard moves, it's with his entire speed so he reach out and slap Trevor across the face.]

You two suit each other.

[He doesn't clarify. Alucard turns away, heading off into the library to find the mirror.

He's going to need it, and nothing else.]

[miraclewhip]

[ He wants to stand there and take the hit and make a snide response. Alucard's sheer strength makes that difficult, as the force behind even something like a slap rather than a proper attack sends him flying.

From the ground, he laughs humourlessly. The vampire's hurt. Good. ] Can't take even a little of the shit you've been saying, can you? Maybe I should stand below her bones and laugh about cat entrails, and then you'd know how it fucking feels.

[ He knows Alucard's already walking away. He pushes himself up anyway, shouting at his back. ]

[reposing]

[There's a pause from Alucard, a brief hesitation as he glances over his shoulder at Trevor. It's his own doing. It's foolish and awful, a self-fulfilling prophecy he's only done to himself. But the harm is done on both sides. He regrets, but there is no taking back what's been said.

So, he keeps going, stiffly, going to the corner to take the mirror. He tries to make it quick, he doesn't want to see Sypha or explain the mess, there's no undoing it. He doesn't want to keep yelling with Trevor.]

[miraclewhip]

[ No response. He wants a response. He wants a fight. He wants something to fill the fucking void he left in himself by going as low as he did. But he isn't going to get it from Alucard.

He's leaving. Good. Now he just needs Sypha gone. He'll go find her, tell her to follow her fucking Messiah like a puppy. And if she doesn't leave then he can make her leave by force. Alucard would have been able to stop him without killing him. Sypha can't.

And then he can be here, alone, where he's been meant to be for the last decade and a half. Where he should have just fucking stayed and burned and spared everyone the trouble. ]