[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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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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[Which, on second thought, is not the likeliest of scenarios. Adrian will have to be wiley.]
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[Alucard smirks, well aware that he's being a little rude all things considered.]