The first big storm of the season came and went and nothing came of it. Whether through Alucard's managing to maintain control over his father's subjects or through Dracula's name still holding terrible weight, the city is under control. There are exceptions, of course - Damien being one, with others joining him in flouting the rules in small, controlled ways. Minor enough that they can't be punished for it, calling Alucard's bluff in small and annoying ways. Dracula would have killed them for it, deserved or not. But Dracula wouldn't have needed to, because he would be well-feared enough that they wouldn't dare.
But the cracks aren't showing. Not yet. And if they do, they've had enough debates now about which punishments can be meaningful but humane that he can trust Alucard to pick out something that doesn't horrify him too much. He can trust Alucard to assert control, if he has to. And so he isn't needed here.
But he's wanted, and that's new. And it's not like he has anywhere better to be. He has a family here, almost. A home, demon castle or not. And a paper bag of grey and red yarns.
He split up from Alucard, because Alucard and Trevor's grandmothers have very differing opinions on the fishmonger. Alucard likes him. His grandmothers don't. (The fishmonger's wife's brother left a woman at the altar, and she was the best friend of the cousin of Agnes' godson. And so Trevor isn't allowed to talk to him, because to have grandmothers means being wrapped up in the kind of bizarre family politics that vampires can only dream of achieving.) So Trevor went to buy yarn, and emerges first. But since he can't go into the fishmonger's shop, he just waits outside.
But he isn't waiting alone. He doesn't pay much thought to the man next to him, save for the device in his hands. An atomiser, he vaguely recognises. The kind used for medicine, attached to a glass container of shimmering liquid. A strange thing to just walk around carrying, it being probably important and glass being so breakable, but probably not worth too much thought. Not until Alucard walks out of the building and the stranger starts walking toward him with a purpose that Trevor knows so, so very well. As if possessed, he strides over to Alucard, staring through him rather than at him, and uses the device to launch what looks like a cloud of water droplets into the air around him.
What looks like that but isn't, quite. Because the liquid was-
no subject
The first big storm of the season came and went and nothing came of it. Whether through Alucard's managing to maintain control over his father's subjects or through Dracula's name still holding terrible weight, the city is under control. There are exceptions, of course - Damien being one, with others joining him in flouting the rules in small, controlled ways. Minor enough that they can't be punished for it, calling Alucard's bluff in small and annoying ways. Dracula would have killed them for it, deserved or not. But Dracula wouldn't have needed to, because he would be well-feared enough that they wouldn't dare.
But the cracks aren't showing. Not yet. And if they do, they've had enough debates now about which punishments can be meaningful but humane that he can trust Alucard to pick out something that doesn't horrify him too much. He can trust Alucard to assert control, if he has to. And so he isn't needed here.
But he's wanted, and that's new. And it's not like he has anywhere better to be. He has a family here, almost. A home, demon castle or not. And a paper bag of grey and red yarns.
He split up from Alucard, because Alucard and Trevor's grandmothers have very differing opinions on the fishmonger. Alucard likes him. His grandmothers don't. (The fishmonger's wife's brother left a woman at the altar, and she was the best friend of the cousin of Agnes' godson. And so Trevor isn't allowed to talk to him, because to have grandmothers means being wrapped up in the kind of bizarre family politics that vampires can only dream of achieving.) So Trevor went to buy yarn, and emerges first. But since he can't go into the fishmonger's shop, he just waits outside.
But he isn't waiting alone. He doesn't pay much thought to the man next to him, save for the device in his hands. An atomiser, he vaguely recognises. The kind used for medicine, attached to a glass container of shimmering liquid. A strange thing to just walk around carrying, it being probably important and glass being so breakable, but probably not worth too much thought. Not until Alucard walks out of the building and the stranger starts walking toward him with a purpose that Trevor knows so, so very well. As if possessed, he strides over to Alucard, staring through him rather than at him, and uses the device to launch what looks like a cloud of water droplets into the air around him.
What looks like that but isn't, quite. Because the liquid was-
-silver. It's silver dust, suspended in water.
Shit. ]