[Delirium had gripped Trevor hours before Adrian's arrival. Case in point, he can't be sure whether Adrian's actually knelt beside him, or if it's another hallucination. Some mirage of the meandering mist, bringing a dying man this cold bit of comfort. If God were just, the hallucination would have brought Adrian and Sypha both, preferably nude and bathing for Trevor's last-minute show. Though the mist hadn't spoken before now, and Adrian's scent surrounds Trevor when the dhampir reaches to touch him.
Ah. Then Trevor's in trouble rather than dead. He can't decide which he'd rather at the moment.
The sound that comes from Trevor next is unpleasant; a guttural heave, nearly choking around the bile that's been roiling at the back of his tongue for ages. It's the beginning of speech, or trying to be. His lips form the words but--
Weakly, haltingly, he lifts his head to spit blood and merciful-Lord-knows-what-else across the ground away from Adrian. He may be barbaric, but he's not about to spit on the dhampir unless Adrian asks very sweetly. That clears his throat enough to make room for words.]
Adrian... [It's barely more than a breath behind a weak smile as he faceplants into the dirt again.] I'll be fine. Just need a moment.
[From the look of him, what he needs is antivenom or a casket.]
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Ah. Then Trevor's in trouble rather than dead. He can't decide which he'd rather at the moment.
The sound that comes from Trevor next is unpleasant; a guttural heave, nearly choking around the bile that's been roiling at the back of his tongue for ages. It's the beginning of speech, or trying to be. His lips form the words but--
Weakly, haltingly, he lifts his head to spit blood and merciful-Lord-knows-what-else across the ground away from Adrian. He may be barbaric, but he's not about to spit on the dhampir
unless Adrian asks very sweetly. That clears his throat enough to make room for words.]Adrian... [It's barely more than a breath behind a weak smile as he faceplants into the dirt again.] I'll be fine. Just need a moment.
[From the look of him, what he needs is antivenom or a casket.]