[ A month comes and goes, and recovery is slow, but it happens. The wings have almost grown enough that they can be cut with a knife that isn't iron so that he can restore them in the fairy way. The antlers will take the better part of a year to grow back again, but they're at least starting. He can walk without support, though he frequently kinds himself with support regardless. The fever finally broke a week after the attack, and the mind-fogging painkillers are only for occasional bad days.
He's still recovering slowly, in the fairy way, and the promised demonstration of his kind's 'well-earned reputation' is yet to happen. But he is recovering.
Sypha hasn't taken the sleeping medicine tonight. She likes to be able to wake up quickly if something goes wrong. Outside of the cave-house, Enid's hounds stalk about. They seemed a better choice than having one of them or one of the sisters themselves take watch, and they like Alucard's wolf form well enough. But Trevor isn't at the cave-house. Not really.
The structure is in the shape of a great bird cage, though the spaces between the bars are wide enough that it could probably be more accurately called a gazebo. The wood that forms it is alive in places, thin branches sprouting from the wooden beams and swirling into intricate patterns. The air is warm, but a cool wind blows through. Outside are the Beautiful Lands, a sea of colour and wild. The sun hangs low, half above and half below the horizon, so that both sunlight and stars light the darkening sky above them.
The floor of the 'cage' is scattered with large cushions and furs and thin silk blankets. Light passes through the thin, colourful cloth hanging from the beams like stained glass. Bowls of candied fruits lie near them, and cups of tea with honey and spices.
It is a cage, despite everything, one that the other two will almost certainly never really go to. But like this? Like this is probably fine.
Trevor is whole, here, and he combs through Alucard's hair, slowly braiding intricate patterns and lilac flowers into it. ]
fluffy self-indulgent fairy date
He's still recovering slowly, in the fairy way, and the promised demonstration of his kind's 'well-earned reputation' is yet to happen. But he is recovering.
Sypha hasn't taken the sleeping medicine tonight. She likes to be able to wake up quickly if something goes wrong. Outside of the cave-house, Enid's hounds stalk about. They seemed a better choice than having one of them or one of the sisters themselves take watch, and they like Alucard's wolf form well enough. But Trevor isn't at the cave-house. Not really.
The structure is in the shape of a great bird cage, though the spaces between the bars are wide enough that it could probably be more accurately called a gazebo. The wood that forms it is alive in places, thin branches sprouting from the wooden beams and swirling into intricate patterns. The air is warm, but a cool wind blows through. Outside are the Beautiful Lands, a sea of colour and wild. The sun hangs low, half above and half below the horizon, so that both sunlight and stars light the darkening sky above them.
The floor of the 'cage' is scattered with large cushions and furs and thin silk blankets. Light passes through the thin, colourful cloth hanging from the beams like stained glass. Bowls of candied fruits lie near them, and cups of tea with honey and spices.
It is a cage, despite everything, one that the other two will almost certainly never really go to. But like this? Like this is probably fine.
Trevor is whole, here, and he combs through Alucard's hair, slowly braiding intricate patterns and lilac flowers into it. ]