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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[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.

[miraclewhip]

Trevor.

[ He takes the opportunity to push Alucard's hand away from his neck. It's going to bruise, but fuck if he cares. ]

Belmont doesn't work with vampires. Trevor's a little more pragmatic. Whatever gets the problem solved.

[ananym]

As you say.

[ alucard lets his hand drop. he doesn't understand people and now, he feels the divide more keenly than ever. when his father leaves, forcibly, he'll be alone. there's no escaping that truth. there are no companions here. ]

[miraclewhip]

Oh, for fuck's sake.

[ He can see how Alucard practically wilts at that. One whole fucking emotion. He hates this.

And so he shoves Alucard backward, under another of those stupid fucking plants. ]

[ananym]

[ alucard stumbles back a little before straightening, confused. ]

Belmont?

[miraclewhip]

[ He can have Alucard sulking, and deal with that, or he can deal with whatever this leads to. Definitely-upset-vampire or probably-upset-vampire.

Fuck it.

He shoves Alucard again, back against the far side of the stupid fucking invisible barrier and slams his face right into his stupid fucking face, lips first, like a particularly mistletoe-approved headbutt. ]

[ananym]

[ so like a kiss right? because that's what alucard is assuming this is??? is this what all kissing is like??

either way, alucard's instincts kick in, as his fingers rest on trevor's shoulders and he kisses back, furious and confused. ]

[miraclewhip]

[ Fucking hopefully not all kissing is like this because his teeth are scraping against fangs and he's half considering pulling Alucard's stupid fucking hair and Trevor at least is going to be leaving this with bruised lips and several regrets.

One of which is going to be that during all the shoving he didn't quite account for the fact that the mistletoe will make the forcefield go away once it's done.

So hopefully Alucard is steady on his feet because otherwise he's going to be falling over backward with Trevor on top of him. ]

[ananym]

[ regrets is probably not what alucard would walk away with. it'd probably be confusion and maybe Feelings that he's never truly accounted for. the idea of accounting for any feelings he might get seemed pointless on the path he was taking. as such, he has no real idea what he's doing, though he's careful to hold back on any biting or nipping, not wanting to draw blood even if the closeness makes his body sing for more.

his back hits the ground with a loud thud that is sure to draw other people's attention, but alucard's more preoccupied in this strange fight, this physical closeness that he's never gotten to feel before and makes his head spin. ]

[miraclewhip]

[ His head slams into Alucard's, which is not the most pleasant experience in the world but at least makes this feel less like intimacy and more like the fight that it absolutely totally 100% is. The impact does finally break the kiss for just a moment before Trevor returns to it, softer this time. Because shit if the sight of Alucard lying below him looking confused with his hair fanned out around him like a stupid fucking halo doesn't inspire just a little softness.

He breaks this one after only a moment and pushes against Alucard's chest to sit up over him. This probably looks highly inappropriate, despite being fighting a vampire which is the more normal thing in the fucking world. But he's never really been in the habit of caring much what people think.

Vampire's first kiss pretty conclusively ruined. He can't remember if that was what he was trying to do, but he's going to frame it as his victory somehow. ]

There. Fucking happy now?

[ananym]

[ okay. okay, that happened. what happened, alucard still isn't sure of. he wasn't sure what he was asking anymore. he sits up slightly, hair falling over his shoulders. ]

Are you?

[miraclewhip]

I'll happy if you stop getting broody on me every time I decide to be more human than Belmont.

[ This is like a mirror of the end of their fight, isn't it? All he'd need to do to make it complete is to pull the vampire's hair and threaten to put his mouth on his neck.

Which doesn't sound like too bad of an idea, honestly. ]

I'm going to go along with your stupid quest. I'm going to go along with it as myself, useless asshole drunk and competent asshole Belmont both. Trevor Fucking Christopher Belmont. And you don't get to demand I throw away either of those things. Next time you try, I'll stop doing stupid shit like this. And you'll get bored.