Mistletoe Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: Those who are about to be kissed! OTA
Broadcast: Not likely
Action: On any ship in the fleet including the Iskaulit
When: Now until December 26

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.

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[ananym]

[ yeah sounds fake but okay. ]

Sypha doesn't seem to mind.

[miraclewhip]

Doesn't mind that you have fangs, or doesn't mind that I'm a mouthy piece of shit?

[ananym]

[ a luxuriant pause. ]

Both, I suppose.

[miraclewhip]

Well that's because she's an idiot. A clever idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. She didn't particularly mind a mob coming to tear her legs off, either.

[ Hmph. ]

You're a vampire. You have fangs. Your hurt people with them. That's what vampires do. I have every fucking right to have a problem with that.

[ananym]

I'm also half human. And the one who rose up against Dracula first.

You cannot do it without me.

[ it goes without saying that the belmont clan has been trying. ]

We are not all one thing. Not you or me.

[miraclewhip]

I am exactly one fucking thing.

[ A useless drunk, to be precise. ]

And I know that we can't do this shit without you. Doesn't mean I have to like it.

[ananym]

And what is it you like?

[ maybe there's finally a little bite to his words. ]

Can you truly go back to what you once were?

[miraclewhip]

I like ale, drinking ale, and trees with broad enough branches to sleep in. And I don't know what the fuck you even think I once was.

[ He was twelve. Twelve. Hardly a trained vampire killer. He's never been a real Belmont. ]

[ananym]

[ once a belmont. ]

Whatever self-esteem issues you wish to harbor, I suggest you learn to leave them behind. They'll be of no use.

[miraclewhip]

Fuck off. I like my self-esteem issues. They're comfortable.

[ They're familiar and don't have fangs. ]

Are you that bothered that I didn't kiss you properly that you're trying to figure out why?

[ananym]

[ alucard opens and closes his mouth abruptly, at a loss. ]

I beg your pardon?

[miraclewhip]

All the questions. The attempts to tell me to get over myself. The fact that you think this is me needing to beat you, somehow.

[ Okay, so he's not entirely sure this is the case. But it shut the vampire up, so he's sticking to it. ]

I didn't do what you wanted me to - and I don't know if that was an unsatisfactory kiss or if maybe you wanted me to refuse to play along out of disgust and get stuck here so you could laugh - and so now you're trying to figure out why because you can't fucking stand not understanding something.

[ananym]

[ his eyes flash briefly, a fire so bright before it evens out, flickering like embers. ]

This is not what about I want. Do you think I wanted to be here? Engaged in such activities? Pretending about interactions that I can never truly commit to?

Oh, I understand you perfectly, Belmont. You drag yourself down because of what happened to your family. You drink to forget your own shame. And yet, here you are, poised to achieve the one thing your family failed to accomplish for all their lives.

I do not have time to hear you feel bad for yourself. I am allowing you to kill my father for the good of humanity. I allow you to cast aspirations on me and my kind because I need you.

But I do not need this wreck of a man who projects himself onto the world. I need a Belmont.

[miraclewhip]

Well you are shit out of luck. Because they're all gone. And you have an untrained drunk. I don't give a shit about killing Dracula. I give a shit about dying doing it, because being drunk dry and put on a stick is a more poetic fucking end to my line than drinking myself to death.

[ He's making this fucking weird. And he's making this fucking personal. Trevor pushes forward, shoving Alucard's chest. ]

The Belmonts you need are dead. All of them. And I bet you're fucking kicking yourself for celebrating at daddy's side the day it happened.

[ananym]

[ there's a silent snarl in alucard's lips as he doesn't even budge from trevor's push. ]

Then stay here and nurse your death wish, Belmont. Or choose a new name.

[miraclewhip]

What would you suggest, Tnomleb?

[ A sharp, humourless laugh, and he shoves again. They're going to fight. Trevor has decided it, even if Alucard's against it. He doesn't have his whip and this is stupid, and he doesn't care. ]

You'll take what you can fucking get, and if we fail because you're an idiot who pinned his hopes on something that doesn't exist then tough fucking shit. Wallachia doesn't deserve a Belmont. Wallachia barely deserves a drunk.

[ananym]

[ alucard doesn't yell because he's not a yeller, but every bit of his quiet tone carries his strength. he still doesn't move, though the fingers in his hand twitch slightly. ]

Choose.

[miraclewhip]

Discard the parts of you that aren't useful to me, Belmont, so you can make a better little sacrificial lamb.

[ Have you ever heard a stupid voice being done with such absolute contempt? Now you have. ]

[ananym]

Is that what you think I want?

[ his hand reaches out to grasp trevor's neck. ]

Or have you forgotten what sacrifice looks like? I am giving up my family.

[miraclewhip]

Believe it or not, I don't fucking care. You're getting a choice. How many people do you think Dracula asked if they would like to be orphaned?

[ Yes good fight fight fight. He likes fighting. He likes angry. He understands those. ]

I think you want what every vampire wants. What's convenient for you. Sypha's convenient, because she'll just walk off to her death when you give the word. Father dearest is inconvenient. Every fucking part of me aside from my name is inconvenient.

[ananym]

You cared enough to be here. And you cared enough to stop what happened at Gresit. So either you are doing this on purpose or you are delusional enough to believe what you say to yourself in the dark of night.

[ he squeezes. ]

All the things you think are the words you put there yourself. I never said and I never will. No, Belmont. You have my loyalty provided you are that man who fought me in the crypt.

I need that man to end this.

[miraclewhip]

That man is a useless drunk. It's not that deep.

[ And he swings an elbow into Alucard's face. ]

[ananym]

[ alucard loosens his grip, unsteady, baring his teeth. ]

No.

[miraclewhip]

You want a Belmont.

[ And he presses a short thumbnail against the inside of Alucard's wrist and presses it down hard to try to free himself. ]

You've got a Trevor. They aren't two separate fucking people.

[ananym]

[ for a brief moment, his grip slackens and his expression of anger dies down slightly. two people. in a way, alucard is two people as well. ]

Then choose one. I chose Alucard. And I chose you.