doesitanyway | post-season 4 antics w/jen

[ It's going to take Trevor some time to recover from his wounds and the journey back to the castle. Alucard has given him and Sypha a room in said castle while the village is built up around it and he spends most of his time resting, at the insistence of his very bossy partner. He doesn't complain or argue, for once. Not about having to keep up his strength or to help the villagers -- he's genuinely very run down and knows that in this case, with the injuries he's sustained, he needs to heal before anything else can happen.

He wakes up late in the morning to the sound of thunder, and a glance out the window tells him that the storm approaching will halt construction for the day. Which means Sypha should be coming back soon enough. She's left him breakfast, though, on a tray on her side of the bed. Trevor picks at it while he waits for the rain and his magician, leaning back against the headboard.

When she does come in it's after the weather has officially turned, and her hair and clothes are wet and drooping. He smiles at her, pushing himself up out of bed with only a small wince. ]

Need some help getting out of that?

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[ Humming softly, Sypha runs a hand through his hair to tousle it as he does the important work of undressing her. ]

I know what you mean. I'm going to try and send word to my people, tell them to come settle here. If anywhere would welcome a permanent caravan of Speakers it would be here.

[ She misses her family, her grandfather, but she doesn't intend to walk away from all of this. Their family is here. Their people are here and their history is here. What better place to have a life together? ]

I was actually thinking about something else, as well...

[ Trevor gets her out of her wet clothes efficiently, his hands warm against chilled, damp skin. Then rises to his feet to get a blanket to wrap her in. ]

Oh? What's that?

I was thinking maybe we ought to get married.

[ The thought has been bouncing around her head for a while now. And now, standing in their bedroom in only her underclothes it seems as good a time as ever.

Certainly it seems in character for how they tend to do things. ]

You could become Trevor Belnades, it has quite the ring to it, you know?

[ Trevor freezes and blinks at her, the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. ]

Sypha, are you proposing?

[ A slow smile spreads across his face. ]

If I wasn't the last Belmont, perhaps. Or... I suppose this is, now.

[ He presses his hand over her belly, where inside they've created a new life. It's kind of amazing, considering how many times his testicles have been assaulted. ]

But yes, we should get married. I hear it's the thing to do when you love someone as much as I love you.

Fine, I suppose I will have to become a Belmont since you're so stubborn. But Sypha Belmont doesn't sound nearly as good if you ask me.

[ Their child is a miracle, something created in the midst of the chaos of the last several weeks when even the slightest mistake could have changed things.

Those words. Those simple words always send a giddy little thrill through her. If she never memorizes another thing in her life except the sound of Trevor telling her he loves her it will be well worth it. ]

I love you, too. And I want to marry you, preferably before I end up as big as a barge.

[ Trevor chuckles softly, pulling Sypha in against him blanket and all. His right arm is still weak but he holds her as tight as he comfortably can, kissing the top of her head. ]

There must be someone in the village who can do it before you start to show. Though I think you'll be even more beautiful once you do.

You say that now, but Belnades women are nightmares when we're pregnant.

[ She loves this man so much her heart feels ready to burst. Every scarred up, foul mouthed inch of him was made for her and she will never stop being grateful to have him back. ]

Maybe we can have Alucard do it. I would rather have him than a priest any day.

I think I can handle it.

[ As for the priest... ]

I've been excommunicated anyway, and you're a Speaker magician. I doubt the Church would recognize our union.

And God hates the Speakers anyway.

[ Let's not forget that incredibly important detail. She slides her arms around him, hands finally warm as Sypha holds on tightly. This is home, this man and this room and the baby growing inside of her. ]

Speaker weddings are much simpler. We have a ceremony where we say our vows and then there is a party that lasts as long as the local towns tolerate us.

That sounds fantastic.

[ Genuinely. Trevor can't remember the last time he was at a party, and he'll have to take care not to get so drunk that they can't enjoy themselves in other ways, but. He's finding he's excited for this already. To stand up and tell everyone how much he loves her, and celebrate with the community they're helping to build. ]

Come, let's warm you up properly, and you can tell me all about what a nightmare you're going to become soon.

[ She hopes that word will reach her caravan before the wedding. For all that she knows that going back to the old ways is impossible to her, she wants her family to be there for this. Her grandfather deserves to meet his great-grandchild.

For the moment she's happy with pulling Trevor back towards the bed, the blanket sliding down off her shoulder as she sits down on the edge of it. ]

And how are you planning to warm me up, hm?

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