[ Trevor's been looking a little more WORSE than usual as of late.
His hands tremble at times, attempts to get himself out of bed during the daylight hours are more difficult than they've been in the past, his skin borders translucent at times, and trying to stay away during the day is more of a chore than something he can more or less get through after getting himself up.
He knows it's getting close. His death.
So of course he tries to pretend IT'S FINE in his very typical Belmont way and with the door to their place swinging open, in comes Trevor Belmont. Dressed in his cloak. Bag held at his side as boots drag across the floor. ]
Fucking hell.
[ Words he mutters to himself as he gives the door a shove with his shoulder to shut and dips his head back to knock the hood of his cloak off. He's burnt a little on his cheeks and hands. ]
I hate the sun. I hate the way it looks at me. Laughing. Taunting me with it's... sunny sun ways and all.
action; first week of the month
His hands tremble at times, attempts to get himself out of bed during the daylight hours are more difficult than they've been in the past, his skin borders translucent at times, and trying to stay away during the day is more of a chore than something he can more or less get through after getting himself up.
He knows it's getting close. His death.
So of course he tries to pretend IT'S FINE in his very typical Belmont way and with the door to their place swinging open, in comes Trevor Belmont. Dressed in his cloak. Bag held at his side as boots drag across the floor. ]
Fucking hell.
[ Words he mutters to himself as he gives the door a shove with his shoulder to shut and dips his head back to knock the hood of his cloak off. He's burnt a little on his cheeks and hands. ]
I hate the sun. I hate the way it looks at me. Laughing. Taunting me with it's... sunny sun ways and all.