[ Sypha untangles herself from him to take her bowl, poking at vegetables with a spoon halfheartedly but eventually just eating. She's practical, where it counts. She's more than used to surviving through horror and tragedy.
Trevor tries to to likewise. He really does try. The vegetables look the most hopeful, which is to say the most likely solid thing that he might be able to chew into a fine enough paste to keep down.
And if everything else weren't so much more dramatic, this in itself would be an alarming sight. Trevor eats like someone who's lived his entire life not knowing where the next meal is going to come from. Eats himself sick if something's spooked him back into that way of thinking. Eats significantly more when ill, because he's been starved while sick, he knows just what that does to a body. Right now, he's at one and a half slices of carrot, and that's proving to be about all the solid food his stomach is capable of. He sips at the broth until that becomes too much before switching back to his cup of water. ]
Thank you. For all of this.
[ He knows that he's loved. He knows that they'll both do whatever it takes to protect him. But knowing it and seeing it are very different things, and Alucard's already forbidden him from apologizing for being a burden, and so thanking them is the next best thing. ]
[All Alucard does is chug the broth in one go, and then deal with the solid bits. It is the least elegant that he has ever, ever eaten and he's including any and all times he has consumed blood ever. (He...probably should take care of that. He doesn't have any stomach for it right now.) Everything is miserable. Everything has the faintest glimmer of hope.
He watches the other two so quietly. So worriedly. With such terrified adoration for the moment, because they may never have this moment with each other again. He has always treated each little thing with reverence. Calling it precious because it is. He means that sentiment now more than ever, because this can all end. It will all end if they find no recourse for removing this thing from Trevor.
(In the very far back of Alucard's mind, he knows that when he returns, he will have to take some of his father's power. Some of that fear will be wielded. Because even if the three of them survive this, they likely cannot face another horror like this yet again. They have been ground down time and again to be built back up and...and they've managed. Every time they have been more frayed at the end. A fourth demand will make them all unravel.)
He's put his own bowl down (it is empty) when he finaly clocks how little Trevor is eating. How very wrong that is for a million reasons. But....but right now, he can't force anything else on Trevor. Just his hand resting on the nearest part of Trevor, and a struggle to find words.]
Thank us at the end.
[Whatever the end is. For now, this is the middle. For now, there is a tired kiss to Trevor's forehead, betraying exhaustion and fear. For now there is the three of them, spent and exhausted and unsure, clinging to each other and so very little else.]
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Trevor tries to to likewise. He really does try. The vegetables look the most hopeful, which is to say the most likely solid thing that he might be able to chew into a fine enough paste to keep down.
And if everything else weren't so much more dramatic, this in itself would be an alarming sight. Trevor eats like someone who's lived his entire life not knowing where the next meal is going to come from. Eats himself sick if something's spooked him back into that way of thinking. Eats significantly more when ill, because he's been starved while sick, he knows just what that does to a body. Right now, he's at one and a half slices of carrot, and that's proving to be about all the solid food his stomach is capable of. He sips at the broth until that becomes too much before switching back to his cup of water. ]
Thank you. For all of this.
[ He knows that he's loved. He knows that they'll both do whatever it takes to protect him. But knowing it and seeing it are very different things, and Alucard's already forbidden him from apologizing for being a burden, and so thanking them is the next best thing. ]
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He watches the other two so quietly. So worriedly. With such terrified adoration for the moment, because they may never have this moment with each other again. He has always treated each little thing with reverence. Calling it precious because it is. He means that sentiment now more than ever, because this can all end. It will all end if they find no recourse for removing this thing from Trevor.
(In the very far back of Alucard's mind, he knows that when he returns, he will have to take some of his father's power. Some of that fear will be wielded. Because even if the three of them survive this, they likely cannot face another horror like this yet again. They have been ground down time and again to be built back up and...and they've managed. Every time they have been more frayed at the end. A fourth demand will make them all unravel.)
He's put his own bowl down (it is empty) when he finaly clocks how little Trevor is eating. How very wrong that is for a million reasons. But....but right now, he can't force anything else on Trevor. Just his hand resting on the nearest part of Trevor, and a struggle to find words.]
Thank us at the end.
[Whatever the end is. For now, this is the middle. For now, there is a tired kiss to Trevor's forehead, betraying exhaustion and fear. For now there is the three of them, spent and exhausted and unsure, clinging to each other and so very little else.]
We love you.