Trevor has been gone for three days now, with only the word that he's alive and not in danger, that this is important enough that the two of them will have to just deal with his absence unless it's a matter of life and death, and that it's church business.
(It's a boy. A boy under the age of five, who recovered from a bout of illness only to suffer from a terrible sensitivity to sunlight and a habit of screaming and crying in pain when brought into the church. He's been called upon to treat the late stages of a turning. In a boy too young to attend school. He could fucking weld with his anger, even though by some miracle this didn't end in tragedy.)
When he returns, he's exhausted. His grandmothers have kept him well fed throughout, but there's been precious time for rest. He stinks of incense, and he's changed into the spare clothes they keep at the entrance of the house for in case one of them returns covered in vampire blood. Or, in this case, the transubstantiated blood of Jesus of Nazareth.
He places an envelope into Alucard's hands. The handwriting on it is Agatha's, but it isn't addressed to some variant on Little Adrian. It's addressed to Viscount Adrian Tepes, House Dracul. It's sealed with wax, with the crest of House Belmont. ]
I'm- so, so sorry. We have a month.
[ Sometimes shit goes so very wrong that you have to issue an actual document of ultimatum prior to a declaration of war to your boyfriend. ]
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Trevor has been gone for three days now, with only the word that he's alive and not in danger, that this is important enough that the two of them will have to just deal with his absence unless it's a matter of life and death, and that it's church business.
(It's a boy. A boy under the age of five, who recovered from a bout of illness only to suffer from a terrible sensitivity to sunlight and a habit of screaming and crying in pain when brought into the church. He's been called upon to treat the late stages of a turning. In a boy too young to attend school. He could fucking weld with his anger, even though by some miracle this didn't end in tragedy.)
When he returns, he's exhausted. His grandmothers have kept him well fed throughout, but there's been precious time for rest. He stinks of incense, and he's changed into the spare clothes they keep at the entrance of the house for in case one of them returns covered in vampire blood. Or, in this case, the transubstantiated blood of Jesus of Nazareth.
He places an envelope into Alucard's hands. The handwriting on it is Agatha's, but it isn't addressed to some variant on Little Adrian. It's addressed to Viscount Adrian Tepes, House Dracul. It's sealed with wax, with the crest of House Belmont. ]
I'm- so, so sorry. We have a month.
[ Sometimes shit goes so very wrong that you have to issue an actual document of ultimatum prior to a declaration of war to your boyfriend. ]