[Alucard hates playing these kinds of games. When the man disappears, he pauses just long enough to readjust his coat, pulling the closures closer to keep himself warmer. What he wants to do is retreat into the collar of the coat, surrounded by fur and walking away with Trevor with no more play acting and--
--Fuck.
All Alucard wants to do is sweep in, tear off every chain on Trevor, and carry him back to Sypha. This is awful. The kind of thing that would make his father seethe about humanity never being worth dealing with in the first place, but perhaps even more so. This is beyond keeping one prisoner for sale, this is mutilation for no reason at all.
The stench of iron dominates, not only for the chains but the things written on Trevor's flesh. He understands the ink's power - there's iron in it. Iron to bind. Iron to control.
Bile rises up Alucard's throat.]
He is not whole, I see.
[The payment for this sort of thing would be too high, and Alucard doesn't trust a man that has this much magic in him. Best to bargain and get out as quickly as possible.]
no subject
--Fuck.
All Alucard wants to do is sweep in, tear off every chain on Trevor, and carry him back to Sypha. This is awful. The kind of thing that would make his father seethe about humanity never being worth dealing with in the first place, but perhaps even more so. This is beyond keeping one prisoner for sale, this is mutilation for no reason at all.
The stench of iron dominates, not only for the chains but the things written on Trevor's flesh. He understands the ink's power - there's iron in it. Iron to bind. Iron to control.
Bile rises up Alucard's throat.]
He is not whole, I see.
[The payment for this sort of thing would be too high, and Alucard doesn't trust a man that has this much magic in him. Best to bargain and get out as quickly as possible.]