[ There are stares, just a few. Less than there had been at midnight. The Belmont (a Belmont, technically, for news has not yet spread that he is not one of many, and that message is going to be both powerful and dangerous) is in the possession of the city's new ruler, and that it worth staring at. He doesn't care. He doesn't care that that's going to be the opinion of the entire city, because if anything it's the best of both worlds. All the safety that comes from being too dangerous to touch. All the authority that being an extension of Alucard's will lends him. And none of the indignity, because Alucard and Sypha are the only ones in this room whose opinions he gives a shit about anyway and they know the truth.
Damien is watching. Trevor only sees him out of the corner of his eye, not willing to give him the satisfaction of proof that he's still wary. ]
-follow you anywhere. Behaving or not.
[ His response is half mumbled. Tired sounding, but all the more sincere for it. ]
no subject
Damien is watching. Trevor only sees him out of the corner of his eye, not willing to give him the satisfaction of proof that he's still wary. ]
-follow you anywhere. Behaving or not.
[ His response is half mumbled. Tired sounding, but all the more sincere for it. ]