cryptsleeper | Inbox for aefenglom

Just some things I've been thinking about.

Ok.

I'll meet you for dinner after sunset in the kitchen?

Sure. Alright. Works for me.

--Or would you rather me to come down to your space right now?

Whatever works. Don't really have a preference.

On my way then.

See you soon.

[ obviously. ]

[knock knock belmont]

[ Even though he's expecting him, he's sort of surprised with the knocks?? But then again, that tracks right for Alucard and so, going to get the door, he pulls it open and stares to him his pale vampire glory. ]

You know you don't really need to knock, right?

[ Who else would it POSSIBLY be??

But, he steps aside to let the blond in to his little ~domain~ down here. ]

--I know.

[But he shrugs, stepping in all the same.]

But it's still your space, and I want to be polite. Is the sofa okay?

Sofa's fine.

[ As he gestures to it for the blond to take, Trevor coming to gently shut the door with the palm of his hand... where he decides to linger for a moment, staring to it. ]

You're... pretty smart, aren't you? When you're not being a smartass, that is.

Trevor, I grew up the son of a doctor and an inventor who hoarded knowledge lost to humanity thrice older. It'd be a shock if I wasn't smart. Or taught to have manners, as that was the first thing my mother remarked upon after she met my father.

[So...smartass for now.

The dhampir's footsteps are still silent as he walks over to the sofa, and there is no noise as he settles atop the cushions. There are only keen gold eyes looking over at Trevor, trying to divine the purpose of talking.]

Usually a variation of "we need to talk" doesn't bode well, Trevor.

[ He'd like to think he's a little better at this but... no. No he's not and he stands there staring to the door for a little longer before he comes to turn and, instead, press his back against the door as he stares over to the blond now. ]

Things feel different, don't they?

[ A beat. ]

Between you and me.

[ And, another beat, gaze dropping. ]

Ever since Sypha left.

There's no reason for us to handle loss in the same way.

[So he's been fucking around in the Wilde doing minor quests when he can, and keeping himself busy. Being home in time to sit and falling asleep at three AM, so that there's Trevor time. But of course it's been different.]

I miss her too.

I know. [ That he misses her. ] It's just...

[ With his gaze still on the floor in front of him, he feels his face scrunch up some as he tries to articulate how to phrase this. ]

...I don't know what I feel anymore.

[......Fuck.]

Romantically, you mean?

[ Tilting his head some, he lets those blue eyes have their gaze wander over to the wall now, a couple strands of hair falling in front of his face as he does so. ]

Mmm... yeah. That one.

[Oh, he doesn't like this.

There's a new stillness to the dhampir. One that has him looking Trevor in the eyes, not hiding the worry in them.]

How have they changed? Through any cause of my own actions or inactions?

[ Stop looking at him Alucard, he can feel your gaze on him. ]

I... still care about you? Just... I don't know what else I feel.

[ To which he finally just SIGHS because, like with everything when it comes to these things, he's just absolute SHIT at trying to explain it. So, pushing himself away from the door, he throws his hands up some and paces a bit, speckles of red gently touching at the corners of his eyes to show his frustration. ]

I don't know! Everything feels different. I don't feel as much about things like I used to. Like nothing matters anymore.

[I still care about you.

The dhampir visibly relaxes at that. For a horrible moment, he thought this was something else, but no. It isn't breaking up. Good.

So he forces himself to listen. Really listen.

Sounds like depression is the first thought, but then--

--no.]

Usually older vampires feel that way, but it's because they've been alive for so long.

Fuck. I had a feeling this might happen.

[ He mumbles that to himself as he continues to pace. Trying to figure out how similar vampires are here to the ones he's more accustomed to back home has been AN ADVENTURE for him over the past nearly year they've been here now and he's had to play the guinea pig for it. Of course.

Another sigh, this time heavy, he stands there then and pinches the bridge of his nose with two slender pale fingers. ]

I don't... know how to fix this. How to keep myself from just... not caring.

--Okay.

[He has to breathe out. Remind himself that this is a part of vampirism in this stupid place, and that's simply that.]

Come over here first. You're stealing my game, brooding in the corner.

[ Letting his fingers fall away from his face, he remains still for a moment before boots scuff against the flooring of his room and he drops himself down onto the sofa beside Alucard. Quiet, he hangs his head, strands of brown falling in front of his face. ]

I'm sorry. [ Two words that are so incredibly sad and soft. ] I don't want to not care about you anymore... or anyone else I care about here. I never thought I'd have something like this in my life again... people who I care about and care about me in return.

[ He never thought anyone would give a shit about him again. ]

I think... it might be worse. To lose you all because of myself and what I'm becoming instead of through any other means.

[ Because he can fight monsters he'll give his life to protect the people he values and cares about here. But to "lose them" because of what he IS and has no say in being here?? That would hurt more. Even if he couldn't feel it. ]

[Alucard is quick to close the gap between them both. To put both of his arms around Trevor and pull him close. To keep him close, squeezing ever so gently. Warmth rolling off the dhampir's body against the coldness of the Belmont.]

It's worse because you don't choose to do it this time.

[His voice is soft. Almost a whisper.]

Look at me. Tell me how you feel, as it all comes.

[ It's funny to think he's now the cold one and Alucard the one carrying with him a warmth he never really thought the blond would possess. This place having made them both something neither of them were ever for and still, at times, struggle with in their own ways. But... at least they have each other? That counts for something, doesn't it? Even if he's terrified of not caring at some point that he has it- has Alucard there for him.

Doing as asked, he lets those blue eyes speckled with flecks of red that gently begin to recede some look to the blond and he blinks. Slow. ]

Would you... be happier with someone else? Do you think? Someone who... doesn't like the smell of your blood or worry about waking up one night and not feeling anymore?

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