[ He pushes a thumb against the door to mark it with blood, then enters.
Once again, it is light. An open window allows the wind to tug softly at curtains, and the bottoms of them drag along the ground with a soft scraping noise. The bulk of the room is taken up by a large bed. A rather larger bed than he was expecting, if he was going to be honest. And perhaps he could shrug that off as Sara being related the royalty, of course she would own fancy things.
If it weren't for the fact that there isn't just one set of nightclothes folded at the foot of the bed. There aren't even two, as would be improper (Sara never did live to exchange vows with Leon) but somewhat expected. There are three.
And that takes Trevor aback just a little too much to shrug it off with his usual dry comments and just close the door. Instead he just kind of stares. ]
Uh.
[ Well shit. He's learning exciting new details about the sex lives of Dracula and his great great great grandfather. Aka the actual last thing he wants ever. ]
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Once again, it is light. An open window allows the wind to tug softly at curtains, and the bottoms of them drag along the ground with a soft scraping noise. The bulk of the room is taken up by a large bed. A rather larger bed than he was expecting, if he was going to be honest. And perhaps he could shrug that off as Sara being related the royalty, of course she would own fancy things.
If it weren't for the fact that there isn't just one set of nightclothes folded at the foot of the bed. There aren't even two, as would be improper (Sara never did live to exchange vows with Leon) but somewhat expected. There are three.
And that takes Trevor aback just a little too much to shrug it off with his usual dry comments and just close the door. Instead he just kind of stares. ]
Uh.
[ Well shit. He's learning exciting new details about the sex lives of Dracula and his great great great grandfather. Aka the actual last thing he wants ever. ]