[Carry on-- bestowing orders, just as his nickname implies. 'My liege' was only half teasing when it came to fruition because Adrian can only bear so much blame for this. Trevor lavishes attention upon him because Adrian's soft, and he smells good, and Trevor is completely weak for the way Adrian's occasionally brought to mewling under his lips. It's a simple sort of fixation, but Adrian's taken Trevor for his thrall in a completely unconventional way; touch and whimpers instead of spells and blood.
Can dhampir take thralls? Ghouls? Trevor should have read that somewhere, should have remembered it. But he can't, and doesn't particularly care to when his hands are creeping beneath the back of Adrian's ridiculous ouija t-shirt, seeking out more bare skin than they've been given leave to find, but itch for nevertheless. Wandering, even as his teeth find their way to the other side of Adrian's neck, and dig in harder, careful to hold back from the point that he's learned is unpleasant from past experience.
Careful. There's a trait no one would expect to see in Trevor. It wasn't even something he'd expect to see in himself, before--
Before Adrian drove him mad, and he surrendered to madness happily.]
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Can dhampir take thralls? Ghouls? Trevor should have read that somewhere, should have remembered it. But he can't, and doesn't particularly care to when his hands are creeping beneath the back of Adrian's ridiculous ouija t-shirt, seeking out more bare skin than they've been given leave to find, but itch for nevertheless. Wandering, even as his teeth find their way to the other side of Adrian's neck, and dig in harder, careful to hold back from the point that he's learned is unpleasant from past experience.
Careful. There's a trait no one would expect to see in Trevor. It wasn't even something he'd expect to see in himself, before--
Before Adrian drove him mad, and he surrendered to madness happily.]