[ Trevor goes still at the first touch. He breathes in and then does not breathe out again. His grip on Alucard's hand is tight, but he has enough presence of mind yet to keep it from crossing over into what might be crushing were he entirely human. His grip on the Vampire Killer is tighter.
And he's there again, in the dark, lungs working frantically to choke up and down air and hot, bubbling blood, and no matter how hard they push and pull he can't feel air passing over his tongue, because that's not the way in anymore and something at his throat is making a gurgling noise like gasses escaping a swamp. It doesn't hurt overmuch, because Alucard is careful and his teeth are sharp enough to cut cleanly. Except that it does, because those aren't Alucard's teeth.
He can't breathe. Shit. He can't breathe. ]
...-p going. [ His voice is small, choked, not entirely audible even to Alucard's ears. It's hard to talk without breathing out. But he's trying. He isn't ready to give up yet. ] Keep going.
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And he's there again, in the dark, lungs working frantically to choke up and down air and hot, bubbling blood, and no matter how hard they push and pull he can't feel air passing over his tongue, because that's not the way in anymore and something at his throat is making a gurgling noise like gasses escaping a swamp. It doesn't hurt overmuch, because Alucard is careful and his teeth are sharp enough to cut cleanly. Except that it does, because those aren't Alucard's teeth.
He can't breathe. Shit. He can't breathe. ]
...-p going. [ His voice is small, choked, not entirely audible even to Alucard's ears. It's hard to talk without breathing out. But he's trying. He isn't ready to give up yet. ] Keep going.