You absolutely could have found a way to disengage, you horse's ass!
[Alucard huffs, still waiting to see the final effects of the venom escaping Trevor's system. He's crossed his arms now, seated on the floor and looking deeply undignified in all of it. He can't quite say he cares at the moment.]
We can't go anywhere without a second person right now. It's too dangerous, and I'll not have Sypha come home to the news that you've left this world. Do you understand?
[How is he supposed to argue with that, really? Unlike last time, he probably (absolutely) would be dead, had Adrian not come to find him. It takes the air from him, and he stares up at the bare branches above them for a long contemplative moment. At length, he carefully begins to flex the fingers in his injured hand. He can still move them, at least. That's promising.]
Fine.
[It's as close to an apology as Adrian's likely to get, coupled as it is with a defeated sigh.]
[Alucard gestures down at Trevor's wound which is still being gross. Little bits of vile stuff squirt out, and now the smell? The smell is absolutely rank, and it makes the dhampir's oversensitive nose ache. He pauses, pulling the collar of his coat close to try and mute at least a little of the smell.]
I want to be sure it's out of your system entirely before we head back. And you're getting a bath the moment we're in the door.
[Alucard wants to flop over entirely, but keeps himself upright. Just a little.]
Belmont, would you be acting the same way if it was Sypha home instead of me?
[For once, Trevor doesn't argue with the notion of a bath. Not that he has the strength to refuse it at this juncture, but he's not genuinely thrown off until Adrian's last question.
Would he be acting the same? Why should he act any differently? But the answer's as immediate as it's asked. Because while they terrify Trevor in equal measure, he still seems to be under the impression that Adrian wouldn't care if anything befell Trevor. Or that he wasn't important enough for anyone to warrant mourning. Or that they were both better off -- more effective -- without him anyway. Adrian and Sypha make Trevor better, and make him want to be better. But he doesn't believe for a second that he's more than a whining child to either of them, and he's only himself to blame for it.
Adrian is a vampire prince. Sypha is a magickal powerhouse. Trevor can throw a punch. Useless.
Trevor sighs, and rolls his head forward again, trying to find the words to put to this.]
You don't think you'd handle it better than she would? Not that I'd wish it on either of you, but if one of you were to find me gone...
[He'd want it to be Adrian. He'd trust Adrian to do what needed to be done, were he turned into some monstrosity, raised or forged or however the fuck these bastards toyed with their dead. But that's not permission to be reckless, and Trevor realizes -- perhaps a beat too late -- that he shouldn't treat it as such.]
We'll go together from now on, all right? All three of us. You have my word.
[But rather than conviction, it comes out dull. Defeated.]
That wasn't the point I was trying to make, Trevor.
[Alucard lets out a long breath through his nose, and then rises to his feet. He isn't going far - just to dig properly into his coat and pull out a very small first aid kit that he keeps on his person for well, moments like this. The venom has ceased spewing from the wound, and now it can be dressed.
When Alucard crouches back down, he starts to clean the wound first. There's a little bottle of rubbing alcohol in the kit along with gauze, and so the thing is scrubbed clean first, perhaps with more force than needed.]
You're a reckless idiot on most days that end with a Y. But do you do it more when I'm around because my abilities can help get you out of most situations that you get into, or do you do this exact same kind of shit with Sypha around?
[It isn't about who's finding Trevor dead. It's about how Trevor is calculating risk in the first place, and frankly, that feels worth clarifying.]
[Alcohol -- not just poured, but scrubbed into an open wound -- is enough to take the breath out of him again. His teeth are grit hard enough to make his head throb, and his breath redoubles to catch up with itself when he finds it again. At least he's managed not to cry out. And he'd thank Adrian for the consideration if his head weren't now swimming from the pained delirium.
It takes a long moment to come back to himself, to find the thread of conversation and pick it up again.]
If you'd been even a candlemark later, I'd be dead. And unless you're not telling me something, you had no way of knowing how dire my need. So tell me how you think that's a gamble I'd willingly take.
So yes. I suppose I'd do this exact same kind of shit with Sypha around.
[Adrian actually manages to pry a grunt out of Trevor before the job's done. And a glare. He has to know that was entirely unnecessary, and from the look of him, he couldn't care less.]
Better now you're not trying to rip my damn arm off, thank you.
[And still, Trevor knows it's no more than he deserves.]
Be serious. I am trying to determine how much walking we can get done before we find a carriage house, or if I'll be carrying you about like a princess from one of Sypha's fairy stories.
You get only a moment, and then I make the decision for you.
[Alucard already knows he's going to be carrying around Trevor like a princess. In any other circumstances, he'd even enjoy the act. But here? Now? It's only just another stunning reason why this was a terrible idea for Trevor to undertake.]
[Given that Adrian is all heart tonight, Trevor can't help feeling this is merely the illusion of choice. He would be carried, either against his will or of his own volition, and Adrian's merely giving him the opportunity to preserve his dignity.
Which he'll take, as obnoxiously as he can manage.]
Fine. [Trevor sighs, and holds an arm up for Adrian to help him.] Carry me, my prince.
[Alucard huffs, and leans down. Trevor's legs get scooped up under one of Alucard's arms, and the rest of him is gathered up in the other. It looks deeply ridiculous, a skinny willow tree of a man carting around a thick, well built thing like Trevor. But that's reality right now.
He huffs softly.]
There. Put an arm around my neck, please? It'll be more comfortable for you.
[It doesn't only look ridiculous, it feels ridiculous. Logically, Trevor knows Adrian can toss him around whenever he pleases, but knowing the dhampir's capabilities rarely makes the reality of it easier to digest. It's a sobering reminder; Adrian allows Trevor to touch him -- hell, allows Trevor to live -- simply because Trevor has earned the privilege.
Gingerly, Trevor lifts his bandaged arm around Adrian's shoulders. He's not sure how this is meant to be more comfortable for him, but he's too chuffed and tired to argue at the moment.]
[What matter is ridiculous when moving somewhere safe is much more important? Alucard has no problem carrying Trevor around like this. He weighs as much as a grape, maybe two, to the dhampir.
It's good, having that arm around him. Means that Trevor is present and responsive.]
You can close your eyes, if you'd like. Get a little bit of rest.
[That seems to be the permission Trevor needs to finally consciousness. He's been exhausted beyond words for the better part of the day, and anything that happens between now and the manor is completely out of his control. Better to take himself out of the equation for a while, eschew embarrassment.
He's accustomed to falling asleep like this, in any case; arms wound around Adrian's shoulders, face buried in his hair, surrounded by his scent. It's no great chore to do so now.]
[The rest goes like this: Alucard manages to get them both to the nearest carriage house, which is a good two miles away. He moves as a human and not as a vampire, and for that, it takes much more time. But he's able to rest, and once a carriage does arrive with the morning light, Alucard is able to pay to make the darn thing go at double speed for his companion's sake.
Once home, he undresses Trevor entirely. Cleans him off, then examines the additional injurires. Dresses them, treats them, then tucks Trevor in under several layers of blankets so that he will be warm and safe.
The fire is pointless, since the house is heated. Alucard lights it anyway, then sits in bed reading until Trevor decides to come to again.]
[Trevor's in and out of consciousness for nearly a full day, some of which is spent burning off the last of a lingering fever. But the chills aren't much beneath his mountain of blankets, and Adrian's presence lends an air of safety that keeps him anchored whenever he starts to shiver. And once the fever has gone, Trevor elects to press his forehead against Adrian's waist, if only because the dhampir's scent has always helped him sleep soundly.
Blissfully, he doesn't dream. He considers that a blessing, when he finally wakes well into the following night. It's unusual for him, but he's in no rush to roll out of bed just yet. His arm still aches, along with a few of the deeper gashes along his ribcage, and he just wants to stay still for a while, even if consciousness continues to impose itself upon him.]
What time is it? [He grumbles, lifting his head minutely.]
[Alucard looks up from the book he is holding, eyes settling down on Trevor. He's content being a Belmont pillow, and having an excuse to catch up on an alarming backlog of books.]
[It will pass. It always does, but Trevor will be damned if he doesn't take the opportunity to be as dramatic as humanly possible about it in the meantime. Sometimes, Adrian actually believes it, and not that he needs an excuse to allow for touch, but...
Trevor rolls onto his back and grumbles as he scrubs the heel of his hand against his temple. His head aches, and he'd blame it on the potion if that fruit weren't already hanging so low.]
Have we got any of that willow bark shit?
[Adrian's given it to him before. Shit, because that's how it tastes, but it does the trick for pain.]
[But that requires Alucard carefully removing himself from the bed, and he's making a point to clarify that such a thing happening is acceptable in the first place.]
[Two birds, one stone. Trevor slowly sits up, staring blearily at the fire and trying to ignore the way his stomach is still roiling. Belatedly, he realizes they're not in either of their rooms, and with that comes the realization that this bed is rather larger than he's used to.]
[The bed is, of course, custom. it had to be as there are no such easily bought things available that can sleep three people. The frame is custom, the mattress, all of it.]
I had intended to wait until Sypha was back as well, but you forced my hand.
[If Adrian's holding him accountable for use of their new bed, Trevor will shoulder it gladly. Now that he's taken a moment to draw his awareness to it, he realizes it's like laying on a cloud.]
Such hardship you've had to endure on my behalf. My sincerest apologies.
[There is indeed a soft, unhappy grumble from the dhampir. He wants to be angrier about this, he truly does. But it is hard to do that when concern for Trevor's very well being is in play,
So his hand reaches out, softly combing through Trevor's hair instead. Putting pieces of it back in place. Fussing as only Alucard can ever do.]
Promise me to act surprised when she shows up and sees the bed?
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[Alucard huffs, still waiting to see the final effects of the venom escaping Trevor's system. He's crossed his arms now, seated on the floor and looking deeply undignified in all of it. He can't quite say he cares at the moment.]
We can't go anywhere without a second person right now. It's too dangerous, and I'll not have Sypha come home to the news that you've left this world. Do you understand?
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Fine.
[It's as close to an apology as Adrian's likely to get, coupled as it is with a defeated sigh.]
Can we get out of this damned forest, please?
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[Alucard gestures down at Trevor's wound which is still being gross. Little bits of vile stuff squirt out, and now the smell? The smell is absolutely rank, and it makes the dhampir's oversensitive nose ache. He pauses, pulling the collar of his coat close to try and mute at least a little of the smell.]
I want to be sure it's out of your system entirely before we head back. And you're getting a bath the moment we're in the door.
[Alucard wants to flop over entirely, but keeps himself upright. Just a little.]
Belmont, would you be acting the same way if it was Sypha home instead of me?
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Would he be acting the same? Why should he act any differently? But the answer's as immediate as it's asked. Because while they terrify Trevor in equal measure, he still seems to be under the impression that Adrian wouldn't care if anything befell Trevor. Or that he wasn't important enough for anyone to warrant mourning. Or that they were both better off -- more effective -- without him anyway. Adrian and Sypha make Trevor better, and make him want to be better. But he doesn't believe for a second that he's more than a whining child to either of them, and he's only himself to blame for it.
Adrian is a vampire prince. Sypha is a magickal powerhouse. Trevor can throw a punch. Useless.
Trevor sighs, and rolls his head forward again, trying to find the words to put to this.]
You don't think you'd handle it better than she would? Not that I'd wish it on either of you, but if one of you were to find me gone...
[He'd want it to be Adrian. He'd trust Adrian to do what needed to be done, were he turned into some monstrosity, raised or forged or however the fuck these bastards toyed with their dead. But that's not permission to be reckless, and Trevor realizes -- perhaps a beat too late -- that he shouldn't treat it as such.]
We'll go together from now on, all right? All three of us. You have my word.
[But rather than conviction, it comes out dull. Defeated.]
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[Alucard lets out a long breath through his nose, and then rises to his feet. He isn't going far - just to dig properly into his coat and pull out a very small first aid kit that he keeps on his person for well, moments like this. The venom has ceased spewing from the wound, and now it can be dressed.
When Alucard crouches back down, he starts to clean the wound first. There's a little bottle of rubbing alcohol in the kit along with gauze, and so the thing is scrubbed clean first, perhaps with more force than needed.]
You're a reckless idiot on most days that end with a Y. But do you do it more when I'm around because my abilities can help get you out of most situations that you get into, or do you do this exact same kind of shit with Sypha around?
[It isn't about who's finding Trevor dead. It's about how Trevor is calculating risk in the first place, and frankly, that feels worth clarifying.]
I will hold you to those words though, Trevor.
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It takes a long moment to come back to himself, to find the thread of conversation and pick it up again.]
If you'd been even a candlemark later, I'd be dead. And unless you're not telling me something, you had no way of knowing how dire my need. So tell me how you think that's a gamble I'd willingly take.
So yes. I suppose I'd do this exact same kind of shit with Sypha around.
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[The rest of Alucard is still furious. Furious, scrubbing at Trevor's wound with more force than needed, and--
--done with that much. Alucard huffs, and next come the bandages. He wraps the wound tightly, and once it's tied, Alucard tapes Trevor's arm lightly.]
How bad is the pain?
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Better now you're not trying to rip my damn arm off, thank you.
[And still, Trevor knows it's no more than he deserves.]
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[Trevor rolls his eyes, tries to push himself up from his stump perch.]
I'll be fine. Just give me a moment.
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[Alucard already knows he's going to be carrying around Trevor like a princess. In any other circumstances, he'd even enjoy the act. But here? Now? It's only just another stunning reason why this was a terrible idea for Trevor to undertake.]
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Which he'll take, as obnoxiously as he can manage.]
Fine. [Trevor sighs, and holds an arm up for Adrian to help him.] Carry me, my prince.
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He huffs softly.]
There. Put an arm around my neck, please? It'll be more comfortable for you.
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Gingerly, Trevor lifts his bandaged arm around Adrian's shoulders. He's not sure how this is meant to be more comfortable for him, but he's too chuffed and tired to argue at the moment.]
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It's good, having that arm around him. Means that Trevor is present and responsive.]
You can close your eyes, if you'd like. Get a little bit of rest.
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He's accustomed to falling asleep like this, in any case; arms wound around Adrian's shoulders, face buried in his hair, surrounded by his scent. It's no great chore to do so now.]
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Once home, he undresses Trevor entirely. Cleans him off, then examines the additional injurires. Dresses them, treats them, then tucks Trevor in under several layers of blankets so that he will be warm and safe.
The fire is pointless, since the house is heated. Alucard lights it anyway, then sits in bed reading until Trevor decides to come to again.]
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Blissfully, he doesn't dream. He considers that a blessing, when he finally wakes well into the following night. It's unusual for him, but he's in no rush to roll out of bed just yet. His arm still aches, along with a few of the deeper gashes along his ribcage, and he just wants to stay still for a while, even if consciousness continues to impose itself upon him.]
What time is it? [He grumbles, lifting his head minutely.]
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[Alucard looks up from the book he is holding, eyes settling down on Trevor. He's content being a Belmont pillow, and having an excuse to catch up on an alarming backlog of books.]
How are you feeling?
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[It will pass. It always does, but Trevor will be damned if he doesn't take the opportunity to be as dramatic as humanly possible about it in the meantime. Sometimes, Adrian actually believes it, and not that he needs an excuse to allow for touch, but...
Trevor rolls onto his back and grumbles as he scrubs the heel of his hand against his temple. His head aches, and he'd blame it on the potion if that fruit weren't already hanging so low.]
Have we got any of that willow bark shit?
[Adrian's given it to him before. Shit, because that's how it tastes, but it does the trick for pain.]
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[But that requires Alucard carefully removing himself from the bed, and he's making a point to clarify that such a thing happening is acceptable in the first place.]
Do you want anything else while I'm up?
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[Two birds, one stone. Trevor slowly sits up, staring blearily at the fire and trying to ignore the way his stomach is still roiling. Belatedly, he realizes they're not in either of their rooms, and with that comes the realization that this bed is rather larger than he's used to.]
The bed finally came while I was away?
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[The bed is, of course, custom. it had to be as there are no such easily bought things available that can sleep three people. The frame is custom, the mattress, all of it.]
I had intended to wait until Sypha was back as well, but you forced my hand.
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Such hardship you've had to endure on my behalf. My sincerest apologies.
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So his hand reaches out, softly combing through Trevor's hair instead. Putting pieces of it back in place. Fussing as only Alucard can ever do.]
Promise me to act surprised when she shows up and sees the bed?
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