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Castlevania (TV); Fic; Magic Doesn't Solve Everything
Title: Magic Doesn't Solve Everything
Fandom: Castlevania (TV)
Prompt: Stuck Together - Literally
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 1,374 Words
Warnings: Harsh language and possible spoilers for SE2.
Summary: While browsing through some books in the Belmont Family Hold, Sypha happens upon a spell that's far too tempting not to try casting. Her hopes of somehow bridging the gap between Trevor and Alucard, however, may have been taken a bit too literally given the results.
The runes seem to lift from the page as she starts to understand them. Her eyes scan further down the page and she almost has the complete incantation when Trevor's voice booms across the hold from three rows of bookshelves over.
"It isn't as if I severed and collected the skulls rotting in that damn case!"
Sighing, Sypha huddles further into her cloak and pulls the book closer to her face.
"Did I ever insinuate that you did?" retorts Alucard, his normally calm voice close to cracking a ceiling of volume that he isn't accustomed to using. "I merely referred to your ancestors being quite the barbarians for doing so."
Trevor's tongue clicks and he spouts back at his comrade, "If you don't stop whining about how uncomfortable this place makes you then there just might be a new addition to the trophy case tonight."
Sypha's brow twitches. "Why can't they ever get along?"
"You're welcome to try any time you like, Belmont," taunts Alucard. "Just don't be too disappointed when you have your ass properly handed back to you after all is said and done."
"Hm?" Sypha hums and flips to the page prior to the one she's reading. "What is this?"
Playful quips are quickly becoming purposeful jabs and Sypha realizes that this spell may be her only hope for settling her companions down long enough to talk some sense into their thick skulls. After the bookshelf behind her shudders from a blow or body slamming into it, she stands and marches out of her hiding spot with the book in hand.
"Enough!" she shouts over both Trevor and Alucard, barely managing to attract their attention for but a moment. "I've waited for things to mend between you two for long enough! It's high time that someone taught you two a lesson!"
Alucard pauses a moment this time, ducking in time to barely dodge Trevor's roundhouse kick. "Sypha, what are you --"
"Convenit! Annulos luminis!" Sypha interrupts him and casts the spell with her hand raised high above her head. "Compedio!"
Her fingers trace a path around her intended targets and they're suddenly drawn inwards to one another. A band of light binds both Trevor and Alucard's wrists together, and regardless of how much they pull, they remain that way.
"What the fuck," curses Trevor, enunciating each word with disgust. His eyes follow the band of light up Alucard's arm and straight into the dhampir's eyes, and he groans, "Oh God, tell me this isn't happening."
Even Alucard casts a pointed look Sypha's way before returning to his own dilemma, shaking his hand a little as he does so. "Denial won't afford us an escape, I'm afraid. Sypha?"
Realizing her mistake a bit late, Sypha bites her lip and stammers, "Well, I thought it would force you two to work together for a change! Is that really so bad?"
Trevor just turns his head to look at her with a long frown sagging at the corners of his mouth.
"Your intentions, while good," starts Alucard.
"...have backfired spectacularly," Trevor finishes for him, earning himself another glower for it. "The joke is over, though. Release us."
Wringing her hands, Sypha grins sheepishly. "About that, actually."
Alucard snaps his head around so quickly to stare at her incredulously that it almost hurts him. In addition, his narrow eyes are wider than both Trevor or Sypha ever recall them being. His voice is baritone as he grunts, "What about it?"
"I cast it without checking if there was an immediate release or cure?" Sypha admits, holding the book close to her chest.
Trevor lowers his eyelids and huffs, "God must be punishing us."
"You mean to tell me that I could be saddled with this man-child for any finite length of time?" Alucard growls, trying his best to suppress his obvious anger.
Narrowing his eyes more, Trevor spits. "I'm not exactly thrilled to say that I agree with His Highness, but the prospect of having to wake up to that face every morning is fucking horrifying."
"Indeed," Alucard scoffs and jerks Trevor by the wrist a little, earning himself a pained grunt and a glare for his efforts. "Strange. Did you just feel that, Belmont?"
Sypha's eyes light up and she hurries over to them. "Feel what?"
Trevor tugs a little gentler this time on their magical binds and hums, "It isn't as tight as before."
"Interesting," says Sypha, lifting their wrists and studying the beams of light holding them together. "Perhaps there's something in the book about it? Give me a moment."
For fear of worsening their predicament, both men sit in silence and only exchange awkward glances while Sypha goes about her work. It doesn't take her long to find the appropriate passage, but the minutes seem like eternities to her companions.
"According to this," Sypha explains as she reads from the book, "the more you agree upon, the lesser your bonds become. If you two 'resonate' similarly enough then they'll disappear altogether, in fact!"
Frowning again, Trevor turns his head a little to look at Alucard from the corner of his eyes. "I have been an ass lately."
Alucard leans back on the bookshelf behind him. "I'll also admit that I've been somewhat disagreeable."
"Why, though?" asks Sypha, pulling up a chair to sit between them. "Ever since we entered the Hold, you two have been at each other's throats."
"It isn't exactly welcoming to my kind," Alucard says at length, gesturing to the trophy case full of skulls some few feet away. "I am half-human, though, so I suppose I could overlook the overwhelming brutality this all presents."
Trevor turns his head completely and murmurs in apology, "I had no idea what was down here, honestly. It's been years since I --"
"I understand," Alucard says with a knowing smile. "This place must be even more difficult for you to be in, considering what fate befell your family."
Trying to resist his instinct to become defensive instead of being honest with them, Trevor just refocuses his attention on the toes of his boots instead of that sympathetic look on Alucard's face.
"Suppose I'm not completely over what happened," he admits at last, knitting his brows as he does so. "It is strange being down here after all that transpired, and with a half-vampire no less."
Alucard chuckles a little. "Your father would most definitely scold you."
"You're not alone, though," Sypha reminds Trevor, lowering her head a little to catch his roaming gaze with a smile. "Neither one of you need to feel alone so long as we have each other, right?"
"We do fight for a common cause." Alucard looks between both of them.
Sypha starts perking up more and chirps, "And a damn good one, too!"
"What does that make us, then?" Trevor mutters and finally lifts his head. "Are we...friends or something of that sort?"
Smiling more himself, Alucard adds, "Can't say that I've had many myself."
With her hands on theirs, Sypha brings their hands together also so that their fingertips touch. "Our birthrights may divide us and so may our family's purposes for us, but our beliefs remain the same; we will save Wallachia and free it from the tyranny of Dracula."
"I couldn't possibly stop my father alone," Alucard admits and looks to Trevor for confirmation. "Well, Belmont, what say you?"
A warmth flutters inside of Trevor's chest and the pit of his stomach, and it's something he hasn't felt for a long, long time. It terrifies him, truth be told, but ever since he chose to rescue a defenseless Speaker from a gang of angry parish, he hasn't wished for the familiar comforts of solitude. Sypha's spell-casting and quick quips lit a fire under his ass and Alucard's quiet strength inspired him to heights he never thought possible.
He doesn't want to ever be without them again.
"Together," he agrees at last. "We can't do it any other way."
Alucard's finger twine with Trevor's and the other man actually reciprocates after a few minutes of odd glances and frowns. Sypha closes her own hands around them and the band of light dissipates, leaving behind a flicker of warmth within each and every one of them.
Fandom: Castlevania (TV)
Prompt: Stuck Together - Literally
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 1,374 Words
Warnings: Harsh language and possible spoilers for SE2.
Summary: While browsing through some books in the Belmont Family Hold, Sypha happens upon a spell that's far too tempting not to try casting. Her hopes of somehow bridging the gap between Trevor and Alucard, however, may have been taken a bit too literally given the results.
The runes seem to lift from the page as she starts to understand them. Her eyes scan further down the page and she almost has the complete incantation when Trevor's voice booms across the hold from three rows of bookshelves over.
"It isn't as if I severed and collected the skulls rotting in that damn case!"
Sighing, Sypha huddles further into her cloak and pulls the book closer to her face.
"Did I ever insinuate that you did?" retorts Alucard, his normally calm voice close to cracking a ceiling of volume that he isn't accustomed to using. "I merely referred to your ancestors being quite the barbarians for doing so."
Trevor's tongue clicks and he spouts back at his comrade, "If you don't stop whining about how uncomfortable this place makes you then there just might be a new addition to the trophy case tonight."
Sypha's brow twitches. "Why can't they ever get along?"
"You're welcome to try any time you like, Belmont," taunts Alucard. "Just don't be too disappointed when you have your ass properly handed back to you after all is said and done."
"Hm?" Sypha hums and flips to the page prior to the one she's reading. "What is this?"
Playful quips are quickly becoming purposeful jabs and Sypha realizes that this spell may be her only hope for settling her companions down long enough to talk some sense into their thick skulls. After the bookshelf behind her shudders from a blow or body slamming into it, she stands and marches out of her hiding spot with the book in hand.
"Enough!" she shouts over both Trevor and Alucard, barely managing to attract their attention for but a moment. "I've waited for things to mend between you two for long enough! It's high time that someone taught you two a lesson!"
Alucard pauses a moment this time, ducking in time to barely dodge Trevor's roundhouse kick. "Sypha, what are you --"
"Convenit! Annulos luminis!" Sypha interrupts him and casts the spell with her hand raised high above her head. "Compedio!"
Her fingers trace a path around her intended targets and they're suddenly drawn inwards to one another. A band of light binds both Trevor and Alucard's wrists together, and regardless of how much they pull, they remain that way.
"What the fuck," curses Trevor, enunciating each word with disgust. His eyes follow the band of light up Alucard's arm and straight into the dhampir's eyes, and he groans, "Oh God, tell me this isn't happening."
Even Alucard casts a pointed look Sypha's way before returning to his own dilemma, shaking his hand a little as he does so. "Denial won't afford us an escape, I'm afraid. Sypha?"
Realizing her mistake a bit late, Sypha bites her lip and stammers, "Well, I thought it would force you two to work together for a change! Is that really so bad?"
Trevor just turns his head to look at her with a long frown sagging at the corners of his mouth.
"Your intentions, while good," starts Alucard.
"...have backfired spectacularly," Trevor finishes for him, earning himself another glower for it. "The joke is over, though. Release us."
Wringing her hands, Sypha grins sheepishly. "About that, actually."
Alucard snaps his head around so quickly to stare at her incredulously that it almost hurts him. In addition, his narrow eyes are wider than both Trevor or Sypha ever recall them being. His voice is baritone as he grunts, "What about it?"
"I cast it without checking if there was an immediate release or cure?" Sypha admits, holding the book close to her chest.
Trevor lowers his eyelids and huffs, "God must be punishing us."
"You mean to tell me that I could be saddled with this man-child for any finite length of time?" Alucard growls, trying his best to suppress his obvious anger.
Narrowing his eyes more, Trevor spits. "I'm not exactly thrilled to say that I agree with His Highness, but the prospect of having to wake up to that face every morning is fucking horrifying."
"Indeed," Alucard scoffs and jerks Trevor by the wrist a little, earning himself a pained grunt and a glare for his efforts. "Strange. Did you just feel that, Belmont?"
Sypha's eyes light up and she hurries over to them. "Feel what?"
Trevor tugs a little gentler this time on their magical binds and hums, "It isn't as tight as before."
"Interesting," says Sypha, lifting their wrists and studying the beams of light holding them together. "Perhaps there's something in the book about it? Give me a moment."
For fear of worsening their predicament, both men sit in silence and only exchange awkward glances while Sypha goes about her work. It doesn't take her long to find the appropriate passage, but the minutes seem like eternities to her companions.
"According to this," Sypha explains as she reads from the book, "the more you agree upon, the lesser your bonds become. If you two 'resonate' similarly enough then they'll disappear altogether, in fact!"
Frowning again, Trevor turns his head a little to look at Alucard from the corner of his eyes. "I have been an ass lately."
Alucard leans back on the bookshelf behind him. "I'll also admit that I've been somewhat disagreeable."
"Why, though?" asks Sypha, pulling up a chair to sit between them. "Ever since we entered the Hold, you two have been at each other's throats."
"It isn't exactly welcoming to my kind," Alucard says at length, gesturing to the trophy case full of skulls some few feet away. "I am half-human, though, so I suppose I could overlook the overwhelming brutality this all presents."
Trevor turns his head completely and murmurs in apology, "I had no idea what was down here, honestly. It's been years since I --"
"I understand," Alucard says with a knowing smile. "This place must be even more difficult for you to be in, considering what fate befell your family."
Trying to resist his instinct to become defensive instead of being honest with them, Trevor just refocuses his attention on the toes of his boots instead of that sympathetic look on Alucard's face.
"Suppose I'm not completely over what happened," he admits at last, knitting his brows as he does so. "It is strange being down here after all that transpired, and with a half-vampire no less."
Alucard chuckles a little. "Your father would most definitely scold you."
"You're not alone, though," Sypha reminds Trevor, lowering her head a little to catch his roaming gaze with a smile. "Neither one of you need to feel alone so long as we have each other, right?"
"We do fight for a common cause." Alucard looks between both of them.
Sypha starts perking up more and chirps, "And a damn good one, too!"
"What does that make us, then?" Trevor mutters and finally lifts his head. "Are we...friends or something of that sort?"
Smiling more himself, Alucard adds, "Can't say that I've had many myself."
With her hands on theirs, Sypha brings their hands together also so that their fingertips touch. "Our birthrights may divide us and so may our family's purposes for us, but our beliefs remain the same; we will save Wallachia and free it from the tyranny of Dracula."
"I couldn't possibly stop my father alone," Alucard admits and looks to Trevor for confirmation. "Well, Belmont, what say you?"
A warmth flutters inside of Trevor's chest and the pit of his stomach, and it's something he hasn't felt for a long, long time. It terrifies him, truth be told, but ever since he chose to rescue a defenseless Speaker from a gang of angry parish, he hasn't wished for the familiar comforts of solitude. Sypha's spell-casting and quick quips lit a fire under his ass and Alucard's quiet strength inspired him to heights he never thought possible.
He doesn't want to ever be without them again.
"Together," he agrees at last. "We can't do it any other way."
Alucard's finger twine with Trevor's and the other man actually reciprocates after a few minutes of odd glances and frowns. Sypha closes her own hands around them and the band of light dissipates, leaving behind a flicker of warmth within each and every one of them.