for cryptsleeper and adamic

[miraclewhip]

[ It hadn't been long before the attacks had become nightly occurrences. There were close calls, a few too many of them, especially once they rejoined Sypha's caravan and were travelling with the very young and the elderly and those who simply could not fight. Before long, one thing became clear.

This was not coincidence, and something knew how to find them.

And so drastic measures had to be taken. The speakers had wards for this, magics that they had used since the start of their oral history, apparently to keep the eyes of god turned away from them. Whatever was being used to track their movements, it wouldn't be able to find them any more. Herbs were burned, spells were cast, and the attacks stopped. They traveled with the speakers for some time, until their path led them close to Belmont lands, and then they returned.

They returned to closed doors.

That in itself wasn't overly surprising. Keeping one's front doors open at all times was hardly the wisest of ideas. But they didn't open, no matter how Trevor shoved at them. No matter how much Sypha knocked nicely, like a normal person.

(there were tiny dents in the wood, dents that nobody would notice if they didn't know what to look for, where a knife handle had struck it years ago) ]

Let us in, you brooding vampire fuck.

[ And he takes his own knife, slamming the handle of it against the door. It worked once, right? ]

I swear to god, if you've decided to pull that 'grave' shit I'm going to get in here and wake you up with the fucking vampire killer.

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[miraclewhip]

You're planning to fight me two on one, and I'm the one who's being unfair?

[ ...as if this hasn't been two on one since the start. The only difference is that this time he's the 'one'. He lets Alucard's leg tangle around his and bring it forwards, trapped between his cool legs and Sypha's warm ones as he continues to tickle in the hopes of keeping himself from becoming further captured. ]

[adamic]

Aha...aha... [She can't stop laughing, though at least it is not painful, and--well--look, thesituation is clearly desperate. At last she manages to loosen up enough to allow Alucard to pull his hands free, while maintaining her reflexive vise-like grip on Trevor's hand, as if she just held hard enough, he'd be immobilized and unable to tickle her further.] Ahahahaaaalucard, c'mon, I'mahaha--haaaa...

[cryptsleeper]

We are, yes.

[How is sort of in the air right now. But Alucard has his hands free, and with Sypha's squirming there's just a little big of wiggle room for him to turn around veeeeery carefully so his back is to Sypha instead. And now he can also grab Trevor's hands, and start to (carefully, no broken wrists allowed) break Trevor's tickle attack.]

Like so!

[miraclewhip]

[ Alucard is careful, though you wouldn't know it to watch them. You wouldn't know it because Trevor turns back onto his back, feigning being pushed over and pinned down even if Alucard and Sypha's hands on his wrists are doing no such thing. ]

Well shit. Foiled.

[adamic]

Belmont, foiled at last! [Now she's no longer being tickled, but still smiling, clinging to Trevor's wrist with both hands as Alucard moves it (and her) to pin him down.] The forces of magic and regular bathing triumph again.

[cryptsleeper]

Hm, if we're going to fuss about regular baths we could ensure that it's well earned for a second time in a week.

[It's 200% time to both bully and maybe turn the tables on the Belmont.]

Feels like he's hardly worked up a sweat.

[miraclewhip]

Of course I've not. Takes barely anything to make the two of you squirm.

[ He can't do much else with his hands without breaking the illusion of being pinned down, so he drags his fingers lightly against the inside of Sypha's thin wrists. ]

You could have asked, if you wanted me to put some effort into it.

[adamic]

Hmmm...

[Sypha is having a ball. After a brief shudder at how Trevor touches her (it’s strange, and she wonders if it always will be, how gentle he can be from time to time), she rolls over atop him, between them—precisely the right size (by which is meant: tiny) to tuck her head under Alucard’s chin while folding her arms across Trevor’s wide chest, to better give him a judgmental look.]

Do we want him to put some work into it, Alucard? [She grins lazily.]

[cryptsleeper]

Well, my understanding of this situation was that you two did have a plan in mind, and now it's been very derailed.

[Actually, Alucard's sure that getting the vampire into bed was the plan from the get go. He doesn't mind at all (he opposite of minds). But now, now there are options. There's a low, thoughtful noise as he puts one hand on Sypha's hip (he's not rude, there's no tickling), and the other proceeds to tangle up into Trevor's hair.]

So while I'd like to see that plan through to the end, I am also now much too curious about what qualifies as real effort in this particular case.

[miraclewhip]

[ Hey rude, this was meant to be an entirely chaste, healing thing, an extension to the stupid scar game. It was just very difficult to keep it that way once it became clear that logistics meant clothing would need to be removed, and that the only place this could be done comfortably was the bed and the whole thing stated looking less like healing and more like something more familiar. He grins when Sypha effectively proves his point. ]

Well shit, wasn't expecting you to call me on that. [ TREVOR THAT WAS THE OBVIOUS RESULT OF YOUR ACTIONS WHY WERE YOU NOT EXPECTING IT. With his hands now free, he brings them up to Alucard's hips, pulling him down against Sypha more closely. ] Now I have to figure something out.