[ And he does hang on. And while he's careful to avoid the whole neck thing (not now!!!!) he does lean his head against Alucard's shoulder. It's about 10% a gesture of affection and about 90% 'shit this hurts I'm gonna nuzzle against the vampire for comfort'. ]
I'll be fine. I've had worse from people far less worth the trouble.
[ Okay so on the one hand he can feel Alucard descending into the guilt pit even as they are actually in a literal sense ascending out of the pit of horrible things. And he does genuinely want to help. On the other he has the emotional intelligence of a turnip and that is very much the voice of someone who's just broken a bone and is trying to sound casual about it. ]
[Which is the origin of the guilt! Even if that gesture of warm head on cold shoulder feels nice, the Pit is present and Alucard's very much letting it devour.
He lands them both on the grass gently. At this point, Alucard refuses to even try to move Trevor. Under his own steam or not at all, but that also means that there's a longer time for nuzzle against the vampire for comfort.]
My mother's lab then. There will be appropriate supplies there.
One of them I think I might have been. Don't really remember.
[ How to make your boyfriend feel better: talk about your terrible drunken pre-boyfriend sex life???? that helps????
He takes a little longer to let go of Alucard, fighting the instinct to try to push the bone back into place himself. He's done so before successfully. But he's also done so before unsuccessfully and that probably isn't worth the risk when Alucard presumably has a better idea of how to do it. And also anesthetic. Anesthetic sounds useful, since Alucard's been under strict instruction from Sypha not to let him drink. ]
[Trevor, that just makes the vampire sad. There's just a soft sigh at that revelation, the you were a mess sigh that he's made before. It's probably felt just as much as heard.
So inside they go. Up too many stairs, into the lab Alucard knows will bear exactly what's needed.
Everything in there is ordered. Stately. Glittering brass instruments sit with thin layers of dust visible if you look at the light just right, there's locked cabinets, there's a work bench in the center of the room with stools all around it. To Trevor, Alucard gestures him towards that center workbench.
He hasn't been in here since...everything. It still smells like her if Alucard pays close enough attention, and he does. But that's a smell drowned out by opening a dusty cabinet of medical supplies, and he comes away with supplies needed to put and hold bone in place. He's weighted down with supplies by the time he's standing next to Trevor again.]
[ This part of the castle has still been- off limits isn't the word, they havn't been told not to come here in the same way they've been told that there are parts of the caste that may well still house monsters. But Alucard went quiet when Sypha asked him what was up those stairs and neither of them asked any more questions.
He sits down, putting his wrist down on the workbench. It's an ugly purple by now, misshapen and starting to swell. ]
...It's a clean break, how much shit do you need?
[ BROKEN BONES NEED THREE THINGS, OKAY? ONE STICK TO SPLINT IT, ONE STICK TO BITE DOWN ON AND SOMETHING TO TIE THE SPLINT. ]
Enough to be reasonably confident that you aren't going to do something stupid and move the bone.
[Which is pretty much a quick and witty way to distract Trevor from the fact that the resetting is going to start now and that it isn't going to be like sewing that damn side wound up. Alucard gets bones, he's felt his own heal time and again. So this is easier.]
[ Having someone else reset the bone is much like having someone else sew the wound in a lot of ways. There's none of that fucking hesitation, none of having to push yourself to do something that fucking hurts. But there's also no control, no chance to steel yourself, and that adds to the pain. He hunches over, teeth clenched, and growls out some amalgamation of several curse words that just ends up sounding like one of Sypha's fucked up magic languages. But he keeps talking, partly to keep himself distracted. ]
Not sure anything in your collection there's going to stop me from doing stupid shit unless you're planning on tying me up with the bandages.
Which would be acceptable.
[ How to cheer up your boyfriend: flirt with him in a manner that is significantly not appropriate for flirting with someone so inexperienced with this shit, while clearly in immense pain, while he's trying to focus on an important task. ]
[One day Trevor's going to actually figure out that Alucard's experience with relationships is comically low, and then maybe he will be less of an ass. As it is, Alucard is skilled at tuning out Trevor's commentary, and the bone is in place after just a few more moments.]
And don't move.
[For the splint there's a firmer thing made of...Alucard's not sure, but it seems stable enough, and that gets pressed over Trevor's wrist. Then the rest is bandages, applied carefully to make sure everything is held in place.]
I'll let you know if you're ever in danger of me being clever.
[ But he does stay still, letting Alucard work. It's not pleasant at all, but it's better than it was. Feels more like a body part and less like something horrible that's stuck to his arm. He'll need to try to move his fingers, to test if he can, but he'll wait for permission first. ]
[There may be more bandages used than strictly required for this. He thinks this is a valid concern, because Trevor and because Alucard would rather err on the side of caution. But he is done eventually, and with that he releases Trevor's hand.]
Really? And here I thought I'd be lugging timber around one handed just fine. [ He sighs. ] I'll find some way to amuse myself. No doubt Sypha will be talking both our ears off for the next week once she's back anyway.
[ But hey, his arm's as wrapped up as it's going to be. He turns it over, experimenting some more. ]
You can tell her I fucked up and hit it with a hammer, if you like.
Well if I've already been scolded for it, there's no sense in not going ahead and doing it.
[ He grins. He likes this speaker bullying game. Though it's not going to keep him from ALSO bullying the vampire. ]
Well, it's a little late for that on this occasion. We could lean into it, let her think that we really did fight. Then we let her figure it out on her own.
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I'll be fine. I've had worse from people far less worth the trouble.
[ Okay so on the one hand he can feel Alucard descending into the guilt pit even as they are actually in a literal sense ascending out of the pit of horrible things. And he does genuinely want to help. On the other he has the emotional intelligence of a turnip and that is very much the voice of someone who's just broken a bone and is trying to sound casual about it. ]
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[Which is the origin of the guilt! Even if that gesture of warm head on cold shoulder feels nice, the Pit is present and Alucard's very much letting it devour.
He lands them both on the grass gently. At this point, Alucard refuses to even try to move Trevor. Under his own steam or not at all, but that also means that there's a longer time for nuzzle against the vampire for comfort.]
My mother's lab then. There will be appropriate supplies there.
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[ How to make your boyfriend feel better: talk about your terrible drunken pre-boyfriend sex life???? that helps????
He takes a little longer to let go of Alucard, fighting the instinct to try to push the bone back into place himself. He's done so before successfully. But he's also done so before unsuccessfully and that probably isn't worth the risk when Alucard presumably has a better idea of how to do it. And also anesthetic. Anesthetic sounds useful, since Alucard's been under strict instruction from Sypha not to let him drink. ]
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So inside they go. Up too many stairs, into the lab Alucard knows will bear exactly what's needed.
Everything in there is ordered. Stately. Glittering brass instruments sit with thin layers of dust visible if you look at the light just right, there's locked cabinets, there's a work bench in the center of the room with stools all around it. To Trevor, Alucard gestures him towards that center workbench.
He hasn't been in here since...everything. It still smells like her if Alucard pays close enough attention, and he does. But that's a smell drowned out by opening a dusty cabinet of medical supplies, and he comes away with supplies needed to put and hold bone in place. He's weighted down with supplies by the time he's standing next to Trevor again.]
Wrist down on the surface.
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He sits down, putting his wrist down on the workbench. It's an ugly purple by now, misshapen and starting to swell. ]
...It's a clean break, how much shit do you need?
[ BROKEN BONES NEED THREE THINGS, OKAY? ONE STICK TO SPLINT IT, ONE STICK TO BITE DOWN ON AND SOMETHING TO TIE THE SPLINT. ]
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[Which is pretty much a quick and witty way to distract Trevor from the fact that the resetting is going to start now and that it isn't going to be like sewing that damn side wound up. Alucard gets bones, he's felt his own heal time and again. So this is easier.]
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[ Having someone else reset the bone is much like having someone else sew the wound in a lot of ways. There's none of that fucking hesitation, none of having to push yourself to do something that fucking hurts. But there's also no control, no chance to steel yourself, and that adds to the pain. He hunches over, teeth clenched, and growls out some amalgamation of several curse words that just ends up sounding like one of Sypha's fucked up magic languages. But he keeps talking, partly to keep himself distracted. ]
Not sure anything in your collection there's going to stop me from doing stupid shit unless you're planning on tying me up with the bandages.
Which would be acceptable.
[ How to cheer up your boyfriend: flirt with him in a manner that is significantly not appropriate for flirting with someone so inexperienced with this shit, while clearly in immense pain, while he's trying to focus on an important task. ]
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[One day Trevor's going to actually figure out that Alucard's experience with relationships is comically low, and then maybe he will be less of an ass. As it is, Alucard is skilled at tuning out Trevor's commentary, and the bone is in place after just a few more moments.]
And don't move.
[For the splint there's a firmer thing made of...Alucard's not sure, but it seems stable enough, and that gets pressed over Trevor's wrist. Then the rest is bandages, applied carefully to make sure everything is held in place.]
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[ But he does stay still, letting Alucard work. It's not pleasant at all, but it's better than it was. Feels more like a body part and less like something horrible that's stuck to his arm. He'll need to try to move his fingers, to test if he can, but he'll wait for permission first. ]
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Move your fingers carefully but nothing else.
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There. Good as ever.
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Very well. This means your work on the Hold is off the table though.
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[ But hey, his arm's as wrapped up as it's going to be. He turns it over, experimenting some more. ]
You can tell her I fucked up and hit it with a hammer, if you like.
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[They're going to have to tell her the truth. The stupid, embarrassing truth.]
Unless you want to try that lie, buy us a day, then have her figure it out.
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[ He laughs. ]
Which I was, but still unfair.
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[This is...easier. It puts off guilt, stupid back and forth like this.]
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[ Bully the vampire. ]
But yes, the other half is her speculating about who I'm going to be starting fights with and scolding me for it preemptively.
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[He shakes his head. Trevor Belmont you are too easy to predict.]
You really ought to listen to her on those things, just to throw her off slightly.
[New game: bully the Speaker.]
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[ He grins. He likes this speaker bullying game. Though it's not going to keep him from ALSO bullying the vampire. ]
Well, it's a little late for that on this occasion. We could lean into it, let her think that we really did fight. Then we let her figure it out on her own.
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[NO. BULLY THE SPEAKER ONLY!]
I do like this idea. Blame reconstruction on the Hold as the source, since that's...true enough.
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[ This isn't going to inspire any future actions no not at all. ]
For a very generous definition of 'true'. You're getting better at this.