[It could be a joke, but Alucard's a little too matter of fact with that statement. He himself goes towards the table, because he's hungry and would prefer to get going soon. Still, watching the rush of animals just go. It's a joyful thing.
Once settled, Alucard tears a hunk of bread off for hmself.]
I'll try my best. Do you have everything you need to travel with?
I was able to adapt to your father's schedule easily enough during his visit.
[He leaves the door open and comes to sit down for breakfast. He'll leave the doors open when he leaves, so that the pets staying behind will have a safe place to come home to.
He picks at the food Alucard set out, too anxious about starting the journey to have much of an appetite. This is probably why Vlad sent Alucard to fetch him; because Hector is an idiot who can't be trusted to take care of himself.]
Yes, I got everything together before I laid down. Once we eat and I get my friends settled, we can go.
My mother and myself generally run on an afteroon until midnight schedule.
[Alucard feels that it's only fair to let the young man know what home's clock is like. If his mother's not at the clinic, it's afternoon to evening hours. If she is, then it's far more oriented to the hours of the living.
The dhampir eats, eyes moving up and over to Hector every so often.]
We can take whatever isn't eaten on the road with us, if you've no appetite.
Yes, I can imagine you're able to operate at whatever hours you desire. Vlad said his castle has light sources more efficient than candles, and that it can be as bright as daylight even at midnight.
[Such a thing is a miracle to Hector. Vlad had chuckled at his expression when he'd told him about some of the castle's amenities. Right now, he taps his foot with nervous energy.]
Eat your fill, and we can pack the rest.
[The dogs come back in and Hector, in spite of what he told Alucard about being strong in the face of those puppy dog eyes, tosses scraps to the two greedy mouths. The tapping of their nails against the wooden floor as they dance around fills the quiet cabin.]
You're going to enjoy learning about the castle's advanced ammenities.
[Alucard sounds proud about that, borderline smug. His father's home is an absolute achievement of science, and to be there is an absolute fortune.
But he does eat his fill, clearing his plate. That means no scraps for the dogs, although Alucard smiles when he watches Hector give in and be defeated in front of those puppy eyes.
[There isn’t really a reason to clean up the table from their meal, but Hector does anyways. A quick clearing away of dishes, then he refills the bucket of water and leaves it on the floor. The back door and bedroom door, he keeps open.]
The hawk won’t return here, but the fox will until she finds a new burrow, and the cat definitely will.
[Hector explains as he slips a scrap of blanket over Antonius’ back, covering the fatal gouge in his side where he’d been pierced by a wild pig’s tusk. He ties it into place like a saddle blanket. It might look a little odd to a passer by, but the weather is turning chilly enough that they hopefully won’t question it further.
Cesar gets a strip of bandage wrapped around his paw. Hector doesn’t bother with his head yet; the little menace will wiggle out of them long before they encounter any populated areas.
He wraps a strip of cloth around his chest and tied it the way some of the young mothers in the villages do to hold their babies. He takes up his bag, the scoops up Cesar and cradles him in the cloth. The dog pops his head and front paws out, panting in excitement for whatever adventure awaits him.]
[The little saddle is darling, but it gives Alucard another idea. He retreats into the bedroom and gathers up two of the blankets he slept under the previous evening. They're quickly folded so they too can be packed, as Alucard knows that if they don't need them for cool nights of sea travel, then they're good items to barter with.
He walks out in time to see Cesar now in his little doggy backpack, and for the first time there is a real smile on his face. Small, yes, but it is equal parts delighted and endeared to the scene in front of him. Alucard lets out a soft laugh, and then brushes past the two in order to get to his own bag.]
Very well. Let us begin.
[Begin means get a boat to a more major port, and from that port gain access to another ship that will go so far as Istanbul. Alucard knows that sea travel is risky, but once in Istanbul oh, there are options aplenty.
He has money, which buys them their own little bit of space on a ship that's a healthy mix of passengers and cargo. The room is claustrophobic, but there's two hammocks and the illusion of privacy, so what else is there to fuss with?
They have five days to port. Days Alucard spends on deck watching the ocean go by, and nights showering both dogs with affection if Hector isn't. Like now, with the pug content on his lap.]
((Figured that this would be a good jump to smoochin point.))
[For Hector, being on the ocean is nerve-wracking. The depths hold no fear for him, but being on a ship with strangers where he could not hope to escape...if they discovered a necromancer and a dhampir within their ranks, Hector and Alucard would have no hope. That is the occupation of his mind during the day.
In the evenings, the rest of the ship is forgotten in the safety of their little room. The torture is much sweeter. Alucard smiling. Alucard quietly laughing over Cesar's antics. Alucard lavishing praise and affection on his dogs, which sends Hector simultaneously into jealousy and weak-kneed infatuation. Hector should not want his mentor's son, but Hector is human, and humans are weak.
Hector returns to their quarters for the evening, and seeing Alucard rubbing Cesar's chin with such gentle joy, he cracks.
He seats himself beside Alucard and lets one hand bump against Alucard's as he strokes the dog in his lap.]
Careful, if you spoil him too much, he'll love you better than me.
[There's obvious teasing in his tone. He pauses a moment, as if assessing the room, then casually remarks...]
It's grown warm in our little room. Aren't you hot with all that hair on your neck?
[Emboldened from the madness born of this torture, Hector abandons his petting of Cesar to stroke a hand through Alucard's golden locks, in the guise of brushing the strands behind his ear.]
[There is the risk of traveling in close quarters, that someone might mutter vampire or see the damage to the dogs and demand explanations. It's one of the reasons Alucard has made a point of being visible during the day. Making sure he's seen, and if he interacts with anyone, it's only ever pleasant. He's good at it. He's learned, mostly from watching his mother at his clinic all these years.
She'll be glad to have him back. That much he knows.
But also through observation, he has caught what he thinks is something more affectionate from Hector. He's not sure, and it has seemed inappropriate to ask. They're already in close quarters, and they'll be in close quarters even upon returning home. Misinterpretation could cast a dark shadow over Dracula's plans.
So the bump against his hand definitely feels like a confirmation of suspicions. The statement gets a wry little noise.]
I'm fairly sure that's impossible, based on his circumstances.
[Forgemasters can instill loyalty, after all. And Alucard is far too new to Cesar's afterlife anyway. There will always be Hector.
He opens his mouth to respond to the question, but far too late. Hector's already made a move, and at this point, the intention is obvious. What Alucard feels as heat in his own cheeks is a faint trace of red to a trained eye.
Alucard fails to consider that Hector is the kind of person who'd notice that.]
Mm. I hadn't noticed, but that is a little better. Thank you.
[The longer Hector's fingers linger in Alucard's hair, the more obvious the color becomes. For that reason alone, Alucard is quick to agree. It means Hector can't see his face. Or any other reactions that follow.
So he nods, a little too quick.]
It probably needs it.
[Alucard has only worn it pulled back while on deck. It is also so much easier to focus on that fact rather than how new all of this is to him. The faster heartbeat, the red in his cheeks, the sudden threat of being overwhelmed.
He doesn't shift away quickly. Wrong message. Rude. Instead Alucard half scoots so that he's diagonal instead, leaving Hector plenty of hair access for braiding.]
[Hector scoots so he is better situated behind Alucard and begins to comb his fingers through his hair, caressing the scalp as he separates out the sections. He has mostly braided horses' manes and tails, but Alucard doesn't need to know that.]
Tell me, is it just you and your parents at the castle?
[Tell him about his competition, Alucard. He begins to twine the sections together, careful not to tug too tightly and ruin the moment. Perhaps later, if this seduction attempt does not end in tears.]
It is, yes. My mother's clinic is still based out of Lupu, and so we reside there from time to time as well. They have a general good regard for my mother, and she has tried to encourage them to interact with me as well. It's....light. Surface level topics, really.
[Which is to say that there's no competition, buddy.
Alucard's shoulders slump forward a little. It's nice, having someone else fussing with his hair. Relaxing. Soothing.]
Mm, you haven't witnessed them together. It's a remarkable thing, their level of affection for each other.
[There's such fondness in his voice for the memory. Alucard has seen other couples in Lupu, but none of them act like his parents do. Head over heels and absolutely stupid for each other. He can't count the number of times he's seen his father just sit back and admire Lisa simply for being.
It's a memory he almost gets lost in, until the kiss to the back of his neck brings Alucard back to reality. There's a soft, surprised noise, and Alucard half turns his head towards the other man.]
Hector?
[The intonation is surprised and unsure. Trying to figure out intention.]
[Hector can only extrapolate from Vlad's descriptions of his wife - who might well be an angel, to hear him tell it - and guess how disgustingly in love they must be. Hector's never seen anything like that first hand to even know.
But that is not where his focus really lies at the moment. He lets the braid fall from his hands into Alucard's back, and as Alucard turns toward him, he leans forward whisper into the dhampir's ear.]
Are you lonely, Alucard?
[You don't have to be... he tries to convey with the barest touch of his lips against the earlobe.]
[VLAD JUST REALLY LOVES HIS WIFE now you get to live with all of that Hector.
Alucard's blush is back. He's sure that Hector can hear the dhampir's thundering heartbeat as well, even as the rest of Alucard points out that such a thought is plainly ridiculous.
The question has implications. But the dhampir's never been kissed or navigated a situation like this before, so it takes time to find an answer.]
I don't know if I've been around enough people to truly say.
[Hector has only human senses to work with, but he can tell Alucard is a little flustered. Hector's own pulse has quickened. He nudges Cesar out of Alucard's lap and gives both dogs the silent suggestion to sleep. Abuse of his necromatic powers? Maybe.]
Well, we have a hypothesis, that you are lonely. The logical course of action is to devise a test, and proceed with rigorous scientific trials.
['Rigorous scientific trials' should not be a pick-up line, but here there be nerds.
Hector brings his fingers up to Alucard's chin and tilts his face toward Hector's.]
The night is young. What say you to getting to the bottom of this?
[If there is going to be a refusal, better to get it out in the open now, before Hector embarrasses himself any further with terrible innuendo.]
[Total abuse of necromancer powers. That? That Alucard does notice, and if Hector ever jokes about the dogs loving him better, he's going to just bring this up.
Scientific flirting does get a soft laugh out of him, and it is gentle and terribly awkward. He leans into it all the same, quite literally as Hector's fingers meet his chin.]
Perhaps not overly rigorously? This is new territory for me.
[Hector moves closer until he can murmur against Alucard’s lips:]
How could anyone who’s met you resist kissing you senseless?
[Perhaps Vlad and Lisa are responsible, shielding their son’s virtue in their castle stronghold. Hector at least has the rare good judgement to not bring up the parents of the man he’s about to smooch.
He wants to do everything to and with Alucard, to thoroughly explore, but this is only the first trial (of many, he desperately hopes). He presses their lips together, moving gently and keeping the first contact chaste.]
[There is a simple truth for that, and it's that Vlad has very high standards for who can date his son. Who is allowed near their little family, because there lies a deep risk. A mortal might create problems, scream witch or vampire and bring mobs to the door. A vampire might see a political move and try to use Dracula's own son against him.
And Alucard, ever aloof, ever arm's length from the world? It hasn't been a problem.
The chasteness is a blessing, because it shows how little Alucard knows. He does kiss back after a moment or so passes, but there's hesitation. A lack of clarity with how all of this goes. A fumble, because well, everyone learns this by doing.]
[When Alucard responds, Hector parts his lips and deepens the kiss. He moves slowly, not with hesitation, but like he does with wild creatures, so not to spook Alucard.
He has never been a teacher before, but he is finding the experience highly rewarding. He trails a hand down Alucard's side, just feeling the shape of him and basking in this closeness.]
[As much as one might make innuendo of comparing Alucard to a horse, it isn't a wrong metaphor for a moment. He's big and pretty and very liable to be spooked at the moment, and the steady approach is far wiser than any other tactic.
He's not sure if he's meant to be looking at Hector or not, but instinct sees Alucard's eyes flutter closed as the kiss deepens. Easier to focus on other senses and actions, but beyond opening his mouth just a little bit more, he's unsure what the next step is.
Alucard's cool to the touch, even through the fabric. As for his own hands, they remain on his own lap, but twitch. Certain they should be doing something.]
[Hector slips his hand under Alucard's shirt and lets his fingers brush against the cool, taut skin of his side. His other hand reaches up to the braided hair, stroking the strands. See what options you have, Alucard? There are so many wonderful places to touch while kissing, even for one so pure as the driven snow.
His tongue brushes Alucard's lips, warning of his intrusion before taking the invitation of that open mouth to explore. He is going to assume that Alucard is like him, a naturally curious student who learns by barrelling in and doing.]
[Hector, of course Aluard doesn't barrel into things directly. What a ridiculous idea.
He moves into them slowly instead, or at least he is in this situation. Little steps, adjusting to a warm bath. Letting Hector's tongue in, but not wanting to move too far beyond that. Staying still because Alucard knows how sharp his fangs are, and he doesn't want to cut Hector's tongue.
One hand moves. Up, coming to rest on Hector's cheek. Holding it as gingerly as one can, and the other resting at Hector's hip. It's a tentative grip, but it's there all the same.]
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[It could be a joke, but Alucard's a little too matter of fact with that statement. He himself goes towards the table, because he's hungry and would prefer to get going soon. Still, watching the rush of animals just go. It's a joyful thing.
Once settled, Alucard tears a hunk of bread off for hmself.]
I'll try my best. Do you have everything you need to travel with?
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[He leaves the door open and comes to sit down for breakfast. He'll leave the doors open when he leaves, so that the pets staying behind will have a safe place to come home to.
He picks at the food Alucard set out, too anxious about starting the journey to have much of an appetite. This is probably why Vlad sent Alucard to fetch him; because Hector is an idiot who can't be trusted to take care of himself.]
Yes, I got everything together before I laid down. Once we eat and I get my friends settled, we can go.
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[Alucard feels that it's only fair to let the young man know what home's clock is like. If his mother's not at the clinic, it's afternoon to evening hours. If she is, then it's far more oriented to the hours of the living.
The dhampir eats, eyes moving up and over to Hector every so often.]
We can take whatever isn't eaten on the road with us, if you've no appetite.
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[Such a thing is a miracle to Hector. Vlad had chuckled at his expression when he'd told him about some of the castle's amenities. Right now, he taps his foot with nervous energy.]
Eat your fill, and we can pack the rest.
[The dogs come back in and Hector, in spite of what he told Alucard about being strong in the face of those puppy dog eyes, tosses scraps to the two greedy mouths. The tapping of their nails against the wooden floor as they dance around fills the quiet cabin.]
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[Alucard sounds proud about that, borderline smug. His father's home is an absolute achievement of science, and to be there is an absolute fortune.
But he does eat his fill, clearing his plate. That means no scraps for the dogs, although Alucard smiles when he watches Hector give in and be defeated in front of those puppy eyes.
Then that's it. He stands, and looks to Hector.]
Whenever you're ready.
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The hawk won’t return here, but the fox will until she finds a new burrow, and the cat definitely will.
[Hector explains as he slips a scrap of blanket over Antonius’ back, covering the fatal gouge in his side where he’d been pierced by a wild pig’s tusk. He ties it into place like a saddle blanket. It might look a little odd to a passer by, but the weather is turning chilly enough that they hopefully won’t question it further.
Cesar gets a strip of bandage wrapped around his paw. Hector doesn’t bother with his head yet; the little menace will wiggle out of them long before they encounter any populated areas.
He wraps a strip of cloth around his chest and tied it the way some of the young mothers in the villages do to hold their babies. He takes up his bag, the scoops up Cesar and cradles him in the cloth. The dog pops his head and front paws out, panting in excitement for whatever adventure awaits him.]
Such is life with pets. We can be off now.
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He walks out in time to see Cesar now in his little doggy backpack, and for the first time there is a real smile on his face. Small, yes, but it is equal parts delighted and endeared to the scene in front of him. Alucard lets out a soft laugh, and then brushes past the two in order to get to his own bag.]
Very well. Let us begin.
[Begin means get a boat to a more major port, and from that port gain access to another ship that will go so far as Istanbul. Alucard knows that sea travel is risky, but once in Istanbul oh, there are options aplenty.
He has money, which buys them their own little bit of space on a ship that's a healthy mix of passengers and cargo. The room is claustrophobic, but there's two hammocks and the illusion of privacy, so what else is there to fuss with?
They have five days to port. Days Alucard spends on deck watching the ocean go by, and nights showering both dogs with affection if Hector isn't. Like now, with the pug content on his lap.]
((Figured that this would be a good jump to smoochin point.))
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In the evenings, the rest of the ship is forgotten in the safety of their little room. The torture is much sweeter. Alucard smiling. Alucard quietly laughing over Cesar's antics. Alucard lavishing praise and affection on his dogs, which sends Hector simultaneously into jealousy and weak-kneed infatuation. Hector should not want his mentor's son, but Hector is human, and humans are weak.
Hector returns to their quarters for the evening, and seeing Alucard rubbing Cesar's chin with such gentle joy, he cracks.
He seats himself beside Alucard and lets one hand bump against Alucard's as he strokes the dog in his lap.]
Careful, if you spoil him too much, he'll love you better than me.
[There's obvious teasing in his tone. He pauses a moment, as if assessing the room, then casually remarks...]
It's grown warm in our little room. Aren't you hot with all that hair on your neck?
[Emboldened from the madness born of this torture, Hector abandons his petting of Cesar to stroke a hand through Alucard's golden locks, in the guise of brushing the strands behind his ear.]
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She'll be glad to have him back. That much he knows.
But also through observation, he has caught what he thinks is something more affectionate from Hector. He's not sure, and it has seemed inappropriate to ask. They're already in close quarters, and they'll be in close quarters even upon returning home. Misinterpretation could cast a dark shadow over Dracula's plans.
So the bump against his hand definitely feels like a confirmation of suspicions. The statement gets a wry little noise.]
I'm fairly sure that's impossible, based on his circumstances.
[Forgemasters can instill loyalty, after all. And Alucard is far too new to Cesar's afterlife anyway. There will always be Hector.
He opens his mouth to respond to the question, but far too late. Hector's already made a move, and at this point, the intention is obvious. What Alucard feels as heat in his own cheeks is a faint trace of red to a trained eye.
Alucard fails to consider that Hector is the kind of person who'd notice that.]
Mm. I hadn't noticed, but that is a little better. Thank you.
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He made a dhampir blush.
...perhaps Alucard is not so out of reach as he thought.
This is a terrible idea and Hector should be careful to do nothing to jeopardize the opportunity to study under Lord Dracula.
Those golden strands of hair are silken soft beneath his fingers as he strokes again, already disregarding his mind's warnings against this.]
Let me braid it for you?
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So he nods, a little too quick.]
It probably needs it.
[Alucard has only worn it pulled back while on deck. It is also so much easier to focus on that fact rather than how new all of this is to him. The faster heartbeat, the red in his cheeks, the sudden threat of being overwhelmed.
He doesn't shift away quickly. Wrong message. Rude. Instead Alucard half scoots so that he's diagonal instead, leaving Hector plenty of hair access for braiding.]
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Tell me, is it just you and your parents at the castle?
[Tell him about his competition, Alucard. He begins to twine the sections together, careful not to tug too tightly and ruin the moment. Perhaps later, if this seduction attempt does not end in tears.]
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[Which is to say that there's no competition, buddy.
Alucard's shoulders slump forward a little. It's nice, having someone else fussing with his hair. Relaxing. Soothing.]
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Yes, I heard she is quite the doctor. Your father couldn't help but sing her praises.
[The braided tail grows longer in Hector's hands, exposing the pale column of Alucard's aristocratic neck.]
But that sounds lonely for you. No one with whom to interact more...deeply.
[He leans forward and presses his lips to the skin he just exposed, because no one ever accused him of being subtle.]
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[There's such fondness in his voice for the memory. Alucard has seen other couples in Lupu, but none of them act like his parents do. Head over heels and absolutely stupid for each other. He can't count the number of times he's seen his father just sit back and admire Lisa simply for being.
It's a memory he almost gets lost in, until the kiss to the back of his neck brings Alucard back to reality. There's a soft, surprised noise, and Alucard half turns his head towards the other man.]
Hector?
[The intonation is surprised and unsure. Trying to figure out intention.]
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But that is not where his focus really lies at the moment. He lets the braid fall from his hands into Alucard's back, and as Alucard turns toward him, he leans forward whisper into the dhampir's ear.]
Are you lonely, Alucard?
[You don't have to be... he tries to convey with the barest touch of his lips against the earlobe.]
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Alucard's blush is back. He's sure that Hector can hear the dhampir's thundering heartbeat as well, even as the rest of Alucard points out that such a thought is plainly ridiculous.
The question has implications. But the dhampir's never been kissed or navigated a situation like this before, so it takes time to find an answer.]
I don't know if I've been around enough people to truly say.
[There's nerves underlining all of this.]
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Well, we have a hypothesis, that you are lonely. The logical course of action is to devise a test, and proceed with rigorous scientific trials.
['Rigorous scientific trials' should not be a pick-up line, but here there be nerds.
Hector brings his fingers up to Alucard's chin and tilts his face toward Hector's.]
The night is young. What say you to getting to the bottom of this?
[If there is going to be a refusal, better to get it out in the open now, before Hector embarrasses himself any further with terrible innuendo.]
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Scientific flirting does get a soft laugh out of him, and it is gentle and terribly awkward. He leans into it all the same, quite literally as Hector's fingers meet his chin.]
Perhaps not overly rigorously? This is new territory for me.
[CONGRATS HECTOR you get to be his first kiss.]
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[Hector moves closer until he can murmur against Alucard’s lips:]
How could anyone who’s met you resist kissing you senseless?
[Perhaps Vlad and Lisa are responsible, shielding their son’s virtue in their castle stronghold. Hector at least has the rare good judgement to not bring up the parents of the man he’s about to smooch.
He wants to do everything to and with Alucard, to thoroughly explore, but this is only the first trial (of many, he desperately hopes). He presses their lips together, moving gently and keeping the first contact chaste.]
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And Alucard, ever aloof, ever arm's length from the world? It hasn't been a problem.
The chasteness is a blessing, because it shows how little Alucard knows. He does kiss back after a moment or so passes, but there's hesitation. A lack of clarity with how all of this goes. A fumble, because well, everyone learns this by doing.]
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He has never been a teacher before, but he is finding the experience highly rewarding. He trails a hand down Alucard's side, just feeling the shape of him and basking in this closeness.]
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He's not sure if he's meant to be looking at Hector or not, but instinct sees Alucard's eyes flutter closed as the kiss deepens. Easier to focus on other senses and actions, but beyond opening his mouth just a little bit more, he's unsure what the next step is.
Alucard's cool to the touch, even through the fabric. As for his own hands, they remain on his own lap, but twitch. Certain they should be doing something.]
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His tongue brushes Alucard's lips, warning of his intrusion before taking the invitation of that open mouth to explore. He is going to assume that Alucard is like him, a naturally curious student who learns by barrelling in and doing.]
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He moves into them slowly instead, or at least he is in this situation. Little steps, adjusting to a warm bath. Letting Hector's tongue in, but not wanting to move too far beyond that. Staying still because Alucard knows how sharp his fangs are, and he doesn't want to cut Hector's tongue.
One hand moves. Up, coming to rest on Hector's cheek. Holding it as gingerly as one can, and the other resting at Hector's hip. It's a tentative grip, but it's there all the same.]
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