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Playing around with some texture and things. Have an Astarion.

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"He also wanted to lock himself back in an indefinite sleep." She returns, looking off at nothing in particular.

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“Hey.”

He leans against her.

“I know you’re feeling guilty. But he wanted us to leave.”

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"Of course!"

She grins and takes a bottle. It's a holiday, even though she doesn't celebrate. It's fine to indulge this once.

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“Hey.” He reached out, holding a couple of bottles of rum. “Let’s celebrate. Christmas time.”

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THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY

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[Speaker-sypha] "Get comfy."

He didn’t really say anything, he didn’t need to for the most part. Putting down his book, he laid down to rest his head against Sypha’s lap. “Like...this?”

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[Speaker-sypha] “You say ‘you people’ like you’re not part of the family. Got some news for you: you’re already on the Christmas card.”

It was Alucard who was being negative again, perhaps just afraid of hurting others or anyone getting hurt like he always did, but the dhampir couldn’t help but smile at her. “Is that so? Well...It seems I’m wrong yet again.”

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Art by   toaomr

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i’m blaming @poidemnazad for this one

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i think we could all use some gentleness right now

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two sad boys sharing some sweetness

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sorry this is delayed i’ve been crossing animals

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bigger things coming but in the meantime i was asked to draw alucard in a pink crop top and shorts and i did so very earnestly

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5 years later, trick weapons are still the coolest thing in video games

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bloody tears

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the hunter honkers

a real set of vampire-killing badonkers

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that one eric andre screencap but with sypha

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princely-alucard‌:

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Sypha rambled, and he had rambled, and Alucard wasn’t listening for half of it. He asked the question about it, following along with what they were saying, but what mattered to Trevor was what Alucard asked before that.

Asking for them not to leave. 

Trevor recognized that moment as something he would do when he was a small child, after a nightmare. His mother would enter, and he would grasp on the end of her sleeve, asking for her not to go. She would smile, and pet his head, and when he was still too young to run, she would lay with him.

It was one of the few, soft moments that his parents would display. Something his mother would give him before her smiles turned brittle and plastic, and his father’s eyes would turn cold and disappointed. 

Trevor sat down, with the dhampir. Listening to him talk.

“….right. Well. Now that we’re here…we can get to work eating. And cleaning. And staying here.”

Staying here was the important part to a child who had seen a monster. Especially with a child who had really been bitten by one.

“….wanna hold onto us?”

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Positive energy…Now that he thinks about it, that’s what he needs now more than ever. All he could really think about is how the most vulnerable side of himself had been taken away by people he thought cared about him. He thought he could try to move on, to even make plenty of friends and teach them the secrets of the Belmont legacy. It sounded so perfect, so much so that Alucard cried of joy at such overwhelming positive feelings on that night, yet it was all ripped out form under him. Though they never did plunge their swords into his heart, he wondered if they did from the ache that plagued his chest. A stab in the chest wasn’t nearly as bad as the burning ache of betrayal. 

He wanted to still cry, it was the only way he ever knew to express the pain within him, yet tears couldn’t seem to form anymore from how much he was crying. Alucard laid there on that floor of his childhood room for days, only getting up to put up their bodies outside in anger so no humans could do that to his heart again. 

“Yes…” He nods his head slowly, his hand clings to both of their arms, as if to try and tell himself that they really weren’t going to leave him behind this time. “I want you both…to stay…” He doesn’t want to be alone, he can’t handle the desperate loneliness in the castle anymore. He wanted this place to be his grave and punishment for killing his father, but this place was too much of hell for Alucard to handle anymore. 

“We’re not going anywhere.” Sypha soothes, finally done cleaning his wounds. She wrings out the cloth and lays it on the side of the tub - she can wash it later. She stops the spicket and then moves to grab the sheet of the floor, but pauses, and instead pulls her own cloak off her shoulders - her old on, that she’d worn when she last saw him. It was bigger and comforting. She helps drape it over his shoulders and around his waist so he can have some cover. Noting the state of his hair, she grabs a brush off the counter to bring with them. In truth, he probably needs a long warm bath, but she’s not sure it will feel good on the burns, and she honestly wants the assurance that there’s clean clothes on his body and something in his stomach before they do anything else. 

“Here- wrap in this for now. Where do you keep your clothes? We should get you in something clean. That’ll be our game plan - get you dressed, get you fed, and then work on fixing any lingering curse effects on you.” 

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