[ He kicks bodies away unsteadily, clearing a place on the ground to lay Alucard down. He’ll need the crutch again before long, but for now adrenaline is enough. Sypha’s always-too-warm hands stroke through Alucard’s hair as Trevor puts rough stitches into the cut to keep it closed long enough to work on. It’s nothing, compared to the meat hook and Carmilla’s nails, but Sypha tries to comfort him through it anyway. ]
Ready as it’s going to be. Just get it closed.
[ They switch places at that. Sypha attending to the wound and Trevor crouching by Alucard’s face. He doesn’t stroke Alucard’s hair the way that Sypha did, but he tugs at his shirt the way they’ve learned communicates affection. He’s largely unhurt, at least compared to Alucard, but visibly shaking. The front of his tunic is splashed with that looks to be the contents of someone’s stomach. ]
We’re here. [ He says, as Sypha begins and the smell of burning flesh starts to fill the horrible room. ]
no subject
[ He kicks bodies away unsteadily, clearing a place on the ground to lay Alucard down. He’ll need the crutch again before long, but for now adrenaline is enough. Sypha’s always-too-warm hands stroke through Alucard’s hair as Trevor puts rough stitches into the cut to keep it closed long enough to work on. It’s nothing, compared to the meat hook and Carmilla’s nails, but Sypha tries to comfort him through it anyway. ]
Ready as it’s going to be. Just get it closed.
[ They switch places at that. Sypha attending to the wound and Trevor crouching by Alucard’s face. He doesn’t stroke Alucard’s hair the way that Sypha did, but he tugs at his shirt the way they’ve learned communicates affection. He’s largely unhurt, at least compared to Alucard, but visibly shaking. The front of his tunic is splashed with that looks to be the contents of someone’s stomach. ]
We’re here. [ He says, as Sypha begins and the smell of burning flesh starts to fill the horrible room. ]