[ He only ever meets Adrian - really meets him - once. Adrian is a few days off his eighth birthday, and age is a difficult concept for Trevor’s kind but he isn’t much older or younger, split apart from Leon soon before their last battle with Dracula to ensure that there would he at least one of their family who lived if Leon and his daughters failed. He kisses Adrian’s hand, then, even though he’s at the age where kisses start to seem like awful, disgusting things, and attaches a locket around his neck. And then he vanishes from his life, only returning to the castle when he needs to in order to keep their Queen away and never as a man. Adrian enters his thoughts only sometimes and only briefly - they’re bound by nothing but words and rules, and Leon thinks it better that Adrian be given as much freedom as they can afford him while still keeping him safe.
He escorts the girl who insulted their queen - Sypha - to the castle at each full moon and returns her to her people at each new one. Always as a hart and moths, still, never as a man. It’s years. More than a decade.
And then the moon vanishes one month in summer, and no deer appears to carry Sypha back to her caravan. No softly glowing moths make a path through the moonless darkness for her to follow back to her family. Adrian’s rabbit becomes agitated and then vanishes entirely, the same way she is wont to do from time to time but with more urgency.
And then, as a sliver of waxing moon comes to light the sky, the castle moves.
It lands somewhere to the south, if the warmer night and positions of the stars are any indication. Maybe a few miles from the sea. On top of someone, filling the area with the smell of blood. A wagon close by is torn apart by the castle’s sudden appearance, the wood of it stripping away to reveal what looks like a metal coffin. ]
Fairy bullshit + everyone’s feral
He escorts the girl who insulted their queen - Sypha - to the castle at each full moon and returns her to her people at each new one. Always as a hart and moths, still, never as a man. It’s years. More than a decade.
And then the moon vanishes one month in summer, and no deer appears to carry Sypha back to her caravan. No softly glowing moths make a path through the moonless darkness for her to follow back to her family. Adrian’s rabbit becomes agitated and then vanishes entirely, the same way she is wont to do from time to time but with more urgency.
And then, as a sliver of waxing moon comes to light the sky, the castle moves.
It lands somewhere to the south, if the warmer night and positions of the stars are any indication. Maybe a few miles from the sea. On top of someone, filling the area with the smell of blood. A wagon close by is torn apart by the castle’s sudden appearance, the wood of it stripping away to reveal what looks like a metal coffin. ]