[ He can feel the peices of his wings burn, but it's not painful. It's like chains falling away, as every order that was given to him is pulled away. There's just one left, now, on the sheet Alucard has. ]
Almost.
[ He takes Alucard's hand again. ]
The order to make you forget. That's the last. Once it's gone-
[ -He doesn't know if anything will happen once it's gone. He doesn't remember a time when he's not had orders. ]
[It isn't magic Alucard understands. As a result, it doesn't occur to him to ask what he should do to help speed everything along. All he knows is that whatever his father did has definitely resulted in a murder, and they will have a guest for at least a night or to, as there is no world where Lisa will not insist on examining Trevor.]
I should go get you some sheets and a blanket. You'll probably be out here for the rest of the night and into the next day.
Your situation wasn't something I could fail to act on.
[Alucard stands up, withdrawing entirely. His mother's awake when he gets into the house, and surprise, she's already up, about, and has not only the supplies ready but warm broth as well. It takes a few minutes to load Alucard up with everything, but soon he's back with armfulls of supplies.]
[ He said 'soon', but they went a long way. It's hours if not days before the moth will find its way back to him. He's waited this long, he can wait a little more. The door opens immediately when Alucard asks. A little too quickly. Almost like some idiot was waiting at it this whole time. ]
You came back.
[ It would be much more dramatic if he had been gone for longer than five minutes. He outstretches his arms, waiting to be asked to carry some of the things. ]
[Alucard sighs, realizing that this is going to be a harder adjustment than he expected. Trevor only gets the cup of warm broth thrusted at him. The rest is Alucard work, and he wastes no time getting the bed made.]
Will I have to convince you to try sleeping for a time?
[ He sniffs at the broth cautiously. No human flesh to dispose of, no ink mixed into it. Just normal broth things. He sips at it, and it's hard to not choke. Not because it's bad. The opposite. It's nice. Warming and- it's food. It's food, and he has a proper bed, and Dracula didn't murder him and-
-it's just been a really nice day, okay?
He takes another sip, and tries to compose himself. He's been asked to do something. He understands being asked to do something. It's familiar. ]
[ He keeps sipping at the broth until it's about halfway gone. He wants to drink more, he likes it. But even that much, even if the broth is thin, it's a lot more than he's used to. He has enough presence of mind, at least, to know that he shouldn't overeat and vomit all over the nice quarantine area. ]
You want me to- recover. And sleep will do that.
[ Look at him, figuring out very basic facts and everything. ]
[There's some sense in him. That much is made clear to Alucard when he clocks onto how Trevor only consumes half of what's given to him. There's a quiet nod, and Alucard is even bold enough to guide Trevor towards the bed.]
I can stay here until you fall asleep, but I'll have to return to the house and speak with my parents, okay?
[ He follows Alucard, nodding. The bed is- well, he can understand the concept, even if he’s never seen one like this before. Even the merchant only ever had a bedroll when he was travelling, and he never saw the inside of his house.
He perches on the edge for a moment and then lies down. ]
Home.
[ That was where Alucard said that this was, wasn’t it? It sounds nice, even if Alucard has been fairly clear about him only remaining here a day or so. That’s the thought he closes his eyes to, though it’s a while longer before his breathing actually stills. His sleep is punctuated by ragged little whimpers, but he at least doesn’t seem to be waking himself with the noise. ]
[Alucard does as he promised. He stays until Trevor sleeps, and then he retreats inside. Once there, Dracula has returned, and he and Lisa are borderline arguing about what to do with the Belmont. Unsurprisingly, Alucard joins the argument and it continues until daylight comes and the entire situation is under a forced pause.
There's food waiting for Trevor when he awakes, and come evening, that is the time Lisa insists she at least give the fae a proper examination at the very least. Dracula has insisted that he be present on the other side of the quarantine room, and that Alucard must, must stay with him on the other side of the glass.
Lisa treats much of Trevor's body as a perfectly human thing. It isn't until she starts to examine his horns that she has to stop, and defer to Trevor.]
Is this the normal state of your horns, or were there forced modifications?
[ He's- not great. The clothes have to be cut from him, practically welded to his skin in places with old dried blood. Though the results of all but the most recent punishments have faded, there are what look like acid burns (iron, they're from iron) all over him and the results of years of malnutrition are clearer.
The eye is the worst of the actual injuries, and it's a wonder that after Lisa's cleared away the dried blood and dirt keeping that eye closed he can just about see through it. There's a great chunk of flesh missing, right over his heart, but he insists that that, at least, is a normal thing. ]
Not fully grown. He harvests the velvet before they're finished. But normal.
[There's a lot of things that are quick fixes. All the old dried blood can be washed off, and Alucard has already brought a bucket of warm water and a soft sponge for just that purpose. The acid burns can't be addressed, they're just scars, but fixing the malnutrition is doable.
Clean clothes in Trevor's size is harder, but thre's a white gown of soft cloth that will do for now.]
Understood. That just leaves your wings. Could you extend them, please?
[ He nods, stretching out what remains of his wings. They're cut short, but there's none of that burning around the marks. Not with iron. They'll grow back.
How the moth got in here is a question that Dracula will probably by interested in in the near future, but it did. Trevor's been good for the examination, sitting still even during the painful parts of it, so it's odd that before Lisa can even touch the wings he sits up a little taller, reaching up.
Oh. I'm here.
Disregarding Lisa's instruction to stay still while she works, he lets the moth land on his hand and carries it to that hollow in the flash over his heart. Then he resumes sitting normally. Just when Lisa's about to ask why he just shoved a bug into his tits- ]
-what the fuck, Dracula has a house? Like a people house?
[Lisa is very careful to minimize how much she touches the wings. The most she does is brush her fingers over them to assert their thickness, and the rest of the examination has her with a magnifying glass, carefully looking over the damage without doing too much.
Dracula does notice the moth. He also knows that it got in via bullshit fae magic, and--
--there. There it is. Dracula bolts upright from his seat, even as Lisa holds her free hand up to tell him to stop. There's definitely words from the vampire, but well, Lisa ignores them.]
We're nearly done, if you can just withhold commentary for a few more minutes.
[ What the fuck. What the fuck. He wants to scream. He really, really wants to scream. Not from proximity to Dracula, no. From everything else. From finally having the ability to understand the last few years. He was used to hurt people. He ate people. He hurt that speaker man to scare his granddaughter.
The Dracula thing, at least, he can wrap his head around without wanting to vomit (he has been very careful to avoid vomiting, in the time before he became himself. He doesn't want to ruin that now) but then Lisa asks him to withhold commentary and-
-he can do that. He can sit quietly, and think, and try not to scream. He settles with his head in his hands, allowing Lisa to work, yelling reduced to quiet muttering. ]
[Dracula manages to get one word out, and it's a very dry charming. To the surprise of no one, that gets Lisa to snap her head back, frown deeply at her husband, and then to return to finishing the work. It takes a few more quiet minutes, and then Lisa withdraws from Trevor's wings.
She's still eye level in front of him though, aware that the next part of healing is far worse.]
If you want to return home, we're not going to keep you. But I'd prefer if you remained for at least one or two more days, if only to make sure you're ready for solid food and can pace yourself in recovery from that perspective.
[A firm and serious no. Dracula doesn't want a Belmont near the house, Lisa wants to afford the young man an ounce of dignity, and Alucard's pretty sure he's still going to get in trouble at some point for all of this.]
We'll talk about those things in a few days. Resting is far better right now.
[ He just nods and falls quiet, looking out through the crack under a door at the telltale lack of sunlight poking through. It's too early, far too early. Perhaps he ought to be grateful that there's still daylight at all. ]
Thank you. [ He says after a while, letting Lisa finish her fussing. ] When you want me to leave, or to earn my keep, I will.
[It's dusk, in truth, because otherwise Dracula would not be there.
Lisa pats Trevor's knee gently before getting up to her feet.]
We don't charge patients here unless they can actually afford it. You've nothing to repay.
[What Dracula might demand is different, but that's also to be avoided for now. Lisa does finally withdraw, and almost immediately, she and Dracula launch into the next iteration of arguing about what to do with a Belmont right now. That means it's Alucard who goes to get this evening's broth (it has other supplements mixed in, like protein and vitamins), and it's Alucard who slips in while his parents are still arguing]
--They're...in the middle of a discussion right now, sorry.
I can go, if it would make things easier. It won’t make me sicker.
[ He takes the broth, the mug warm in his hands, and stares down at it. ]
How much do you know of the Belmonts?
[ How much does Dracula know is a more important question, but he’d rather put off talking to Dracula a little while longer. He’ll have to eventually. Let him know that he won, that Leon is gone and his daughters and son sold to people like the Silk Merchant. No matter Lisa’s thoughts on repayment- he’s earned that much by letting him restore himself. ]
[Alucard knows better than to sit on the bed again beside Trevor, so instead he leans on the wall close to the door, arms folded over his chest.]
That you've attempted to murder my father several times over, that you're probably a threat to myself as well because I'm my father's son, and that you specialize in hunting threats to humanity - mostly night creatures - and so my father has been deeply unhappy about this.
[ He looks up as Alucard moves, then returns his gaze to the broth when he doesn’t come closer. He wants to defend himself- tell Alucard that they tried to murder his father because of what he did, what he was continuing to do until he tired of conquest. But it’s irrelevant. ]
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Almost.
[ He takes Alucard's hand again. ]
The order to make you forget. That's the last. Once it's gone-
[ -He doesn't know if anything will happen once it's gone. He doesn't remember a time when he's not had orders. ]
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I should go get you some sheets and a blanket. You'll probably be out here for the rest of the night and into the next day.
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Adrian.
[ It's a nice name. A good name. He likes it, and he says it with a warm, soft sort of reverence. ]
Thank you.
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[Alucard stands up, withdrawing entirely. His mother's awake when he gets into the house, and surprise, she's already up, about, and has not only the supplies ready but warm broth as well. It takes a few minutes to load Alucard up with everything, but soon he's back with armfulls of supplies.]
The door, please?
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You came back.
[ It would be much more dramatic if he had been gone for longer than five minutes. He outstretches his arms, waiting to be asked to carry some of the things. ]
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[Alucard sighs, realizing that this is going to be a harder adjustment than he expected. Trevor only gets the cup of warm broth thrusted at him. The rest is Alucard work, and he wastes no time getting the bed made.]
Will I have to convince you to try sleeping for a time?
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-it's just been a really nice day, okay?
He takes another sip, and tries to compose himself. He's been asked to do something. He understands being asked to do something. It's familiar. ]
Do you want me to sleep?
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What I want isn't important. I'm trying to think of care and recovery, and sleep is usually one of those extremely important things.
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You want me to- recover. And sleep will do that.
[ Look at him, figuring out very basic facts and everything. ]
I can sleep, then.
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I can stay here until you fall asleep, but I'll have to return to the house and speak with my parents, okay?
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He perches on the edge for a moment and then lies down. ]
Home.
[ That was where Alucard said that this was, wasn’t it? It sounds nice, even if Alucard has been fairly clear about him only remaining here a day or so. That’s the thought he closes his eyes to, though it’s a while longer before his breathing actually stills. His sleep is punctuated by ragged little whimpers, but he at least doesn’t seem to be waking himself with the noise. ]
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There's food waiting for Trevor when he awakes, and come evening, that is the time Lisa insists she at least give the fae a proper examination at the very least. Dracula has insisted that he be present on the other side of the quarantine room, and that Alucard must, must stay with him on the other side of the glass.
Lisa treats much of Trevor's body as a perfectly human thing. It isn't until she starts to examine his horns that she has to stop, and defer to Trevor.]
Is this the normal state of your horns, or were there forced modifications?
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The eye is the worst of the actual injuries, and it's a wonder that after Lisa's cleared away the dried blood and dirt keeping that eye closed he can just about see through it. There's a great chunk of flesh missing, right over his heart, but he insists that that, at least, is a normal thing. ]
Not fully grown. He harvests the velvet before they're finished. But normal.
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Clean clothes in Trevor's size is harder, but thre's a white gown of soft cloth that will do for now.]
Understood. That just leaves your wings. Could you extend them, please?
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How the moth got in here is a question that Dracula will probably by interested in in the near future, but it did. Trevor's been good for the examination, sitting still even during the painful parts of it, so it's odd that before Lisa can even touch the wings he sits up a little taller, reaching up.
Oh. I'm here.
Disregarding Lisa's instruction to stay still while she works, he lets the moth land on his hand and carries it to that hollow in the flash over his heart. Then he resumes sitting normally. Just when Lisa's about to ask why he just shoved a bug into his tits- ]
-what the fuck, Dracula has a house? Like a people house?
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Dracula does notice the moth. He also knows that it got in via bullshit fae magic, and--
--there. There it is. Dracula bolts upright from his seat, even as Lisa holds her free hand up to tell him to stop. There's definitely words from the vampire, but well, Lisa ignores them.]
We're nearly done, if you can just withhold commentary for a few more minutes.
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[ What the fuck. What the fuck. He wants to scream. He really, really wants to scream. Not from proximity to Dracula, no. From everything else. From finally having the ability to understand the last few years. He was used to hurt people. He ate people. He hurt that speaker man to scare his granddaughter.
The Dracula thing, at least, he can wrap his head around without wanting to vomit (he has been very careful to avoid vomiting, in the time before he became himself. He doesn't want to ruin that now) but then Lisa asks him to withhold commentary and-
-he can do that. He can sit quietly, and think, and try not to scream. He settles with his head in his hands, allowing Lisa to work, yelling reduced to quiet muttering. ]
What the fuck.
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She's still eye level in front of him though, aware that the next part of healing is far worse.]
If you want to return home, we're not going to keep you. But I'd prefer if you remained for at least one or two more days, if only to make sure you're ready for solid food and can pace yourself in recovery from that perspective.
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I can stay. [ Then, after a pause. ] I can work, if you want. To repay you.
[ Please demand something of him. He's had nothing but orders for years. ]
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[A firm and serious no. Dracula doesn't want a Belmont near the house, Lisa wants to afford the young man an ounce of dignity, and Alucard's pretty sure he's still going to get in trouble at some point for all of this.]
We'll talk about those things in a few days. Resting is far better right now.
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Thank you. [ He says after a while, letting Lisa finish her fussing. ] When you want me to leave, or to earn my keep, I will.
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Lisa pats Trevor's knee gently before getting up to her feet.]
We don't charge patients here unless they can actually afford it. You've nothing to repay.
[What Dracula might demand is different, but that's also to be avoided for now. Lisa does finally withdraw, and almost immediately, she and Dracula launch into the next iteration of arguing about what to do with a Belmont right now. That means it's Alucard who goes to get this evening's broth (it has other supplements mixed in, like protein and vitamins), and it's Alucard who slips in while his parents are still arguing]
--They're...in the middle of a discussion right now, sorry.
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[ He takes the broth, the mug warm in his hands, and stares down at it. ]
How much do you know of the Belmonts?
[ How much does Dracula know is a more important question, but he’d rather put off talking to Dracula a little while longer. He’ll have to eventually. Let him know that he won, that Leon is gone and his daughters and son sold to people like the Silk Merchant. No matter Lisa’s thoughts on repayment- he’s earned that much by letting him restore himself. ]
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[Alucard knows better than to sit on the bed again beside Trevor, so instead he leans on the wall close to the door, arms folded over his chest.]
That you've attempted to murder my father several times over, that you're probably a threat to myself as well because I'm my father's son, and that you specialize in hunting threats to humanity - mostly night creatures - and so my father has been deeply unhappy about this.
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[ He looks up as Alucard moves, then returns his gaze to the broth when he doesn’t come closer. He wants to defend himself- tell Alucard that they tried to murder his father because of what he did, what he was continuing to do until he tired of conquest. But it’s irrelevant. ]
Do you know why the days grew shorter?
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