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@girlsangst     It’s a weapon.    Used to slay people—    Who even let you in?     This is off limits to the public…  

⧼  ﹙₀₁﹚     @dhvmpirs      ⇽   ❝      […]  THE HAIR━━  WHY IS IT SO   […]      ⁽ᴬ ᴾᴬᵁᔆᴱ⁾      SO LONG,   WHAT MADE YOU GROW IT OUT LIKE THIS?      ❜❜      trevor isn’t awkwardly standing off to the side anymore,  but he is sitting on a near by stool.  his gaze lingers around the room instead of actually looking at alucard,  he’d prefer bickering with him   (or)    being out in battle with him over this.

ID .  @ALLREIGNS 
            
            there was an uncharacteristic flush on the belmont's skin ,  one not explained by sun exposure or sypha's teasing .  alucard clicked his tongue at that ,  turning away from the other before taking a seat in his room .  the cushion was plush && comfortable beneath him && upon settling the dhampir moved to comb methodically through blonde locks .  it was silent beyond that ,  but the dhampir knew the other was still gazing .  it seemed to burn the back of his head && through his lack of reflection ,  the dhampir was able to view his companion from his mirrored peripheral .

⧼  ﹙₀₁﹚   @dhvmpirs      ⇽     ❝    I’D RATHER NOT,   I’D GIVE YOU LICE   […]    RABIES.   Y’KNOW━━  THE USUAL.     I’D JUST RUIN IT ALL ANYWAYS,   YOU AND THE HAIR.   I’LL JUST WATCH.    OR LEAVE.    I DON’T QUITE KNOW YET.     ❜❜      he’s embarrassed,   but he doesn’t really know why.   the touch of alucard causes him to tense up and close his hands into a fist.  the slim fingers that made contact with his own calloused palms seem to burn with the touch.  trevor feels so unpleasant in alucard’s space.  maybe he was out of his element.  

@magicist   I feel like you’re missing my point,  love.     When have the time,  do your little magic thingy and ice yourself.     [IT’S AWFULLY TENDER TO HEAR FROM TREVOR,   BUT HE MEANS EVERY WORD.   A SMALL FROWN SETTLES ON THE BELMONT’S EXPRESSION.     IT MORPHS INTO A POUT WHEN SYPHA PINCHES HIS CHEEKS.    IF ANYTHING,   IT ONLY MAKES HIM (BROOD)  MORE.    A GRUMBLE ESCAPES HIM]      I am careful!  When I’m with you guys I am very safe!    This might be the most precaution I’ve ever taken in my life 

@ALLREIGNS  nasty bruise?    (    she rolls her eyes at the comment,  turning to face the hunter and stopping their walk altogether.  a hand reaching up,  it looked as though she was about to comfort the poor,  worrying man.  instead,  the mage is pinching his cheek gently between her fingers.    )    it will heal in no time,  you’ve been faced with worser wounds.  could we worry about those,  and perhaps trying to be more careful?  not my tiny little scratch here.

@magicist     I don’t like the look of that nasty bruise on your collarbone,  that’s all!

@ALLREIGNS  ): don’t snip off my legs

@magicist just getting started  ):

@ALLREIGNS  you’re done

⧼  ﹙₀₁﹚  @belldonas  ⇽   ❝    Ԩ EY.     RUDE   […]     THE SOIL PROBABLY SMELLS LIKE DONKEY SHIT ANYWAYS ━━  WHY ARE Y’EVEN OUT HERE ALONE IN THESE WOODS.  KIND OF ODD,  WOULDN’T YOU SAY?      ❜❜      

ID.  @ALLREIGNS 
            
            ❝    FINE ,  FINE .  ❜❜  alucard remarked ,  not entirely all there but instead nuzzling into the other .  the hand at the back of his head is kind ,  gentle where trevor usually isn't .  ❝    I / AM / HALF HUMAN ,  BELMONT .  PERHAPS ONE OF YOUR KIND MANAGED TO INFECT ME WITH SOME SORT OF SICKNESS .  ONE THAT FEELS SO MUCH WORSE THAN VAMPIRISM .  ❜❜
            
            still ,  at the mention of his father alucard's mood got serious .  he'd force himself away from the other in order to eat the rabbit .  he'd tear into it with an innate ferocity ,  teeth cutting into cooked flesh .  it was easy enough to consume && afterwards he merely stalked into the tent .  he'd at least try to rest .  he's of no use to his companions or the slaying of dracula if he's out of commission .

⧼  ﹙₀₁﹚   @dhvmpirs      ⇽     ❝    FIRST LIGHT?  WHY NOT NOW?    JUST LOOK AT THE SIGHT OF YOU   […]    YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT ━━  EVEN MORE THAN USUAL.  ❜❜      trevor’s palm settles against alucard’s forehead.    he’d tut.   the feeling of him being cold was nothing new,  but he was so    …      well,  dull.    lifeless.   there’s no usual bark or bite.    the back and forth he loved so dearly.    trevor eventually pulls away.   sighing dramatically.    his legs uncross,   moving towards the flames in front of him.  his rabbit is consumed then an arm brings alucard down to his legs.   a hand cradles the back of his head while drawing him closer.     it should be a rigid motion but it all comes to him very usually,   he’s gentle.   if not kind.    trevor hates that even more.    (maybe)   trevor needs to remember alucard has feelings as well.     ❝    I DOUBT YOU’RE ACTUALLY SICK,   UNLESS YOUR KIND CAN GET SICK.  […]    BUT I NEED YOU RIGHT BUT TOMORROW MORNING,   HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED SLAY DRACULA WHEN MY DEAR COMPANION IS━━  MOODY?   SICK…  ?  AUGH.   SAVE ME NOW.    ❜❜      

ID.  @ALLREIGNS
            
            alucard couldn't really stomach proper food at this point ,  already in the midst of feeling chilly even by the warmth of the fire .  he wasn't entirely sure what it was .  he followed the others' orders ,  leaving the rabbits on the fire for the likes of trevor and sypha to consume .  (  lord knows they tended to eat more than him anyways with the physical strain on their forms .  )
            
            still ,  he managed to slump against the other by the fire .  he'd drag himself to the tent after his companion was finished with his meal .  trevor taking watch wasn't the worst option ,  anyways .
            
            ❝  I'LL EAT AT FIRST LIGHT .  HUNT A RABBIT OR A DEER .  ❞

ID.  @ALLREIGNS 
            
            the boisterous laughter of the other is enough to get the dhampir to shake his head .  taking things not so serious yet again ,  trevor belmont .  why was he not surprised ?  still ,  the joke --  albeit one made lightheartedly --  hurt the dhampir .  would that be so bad ?  at the very least should trevor be loved by alucard it would be someone he knew && was familiar with .  the dhampir had long since known of great loves ,  modeled after the one his mother and father shared prior to her demise && his father's descent into madness .
            
            ❝    THERE'S LITTLE ELSE .  EVERYTHING ELSE YOU DO IS TOLERABLE TO ME && EVEN MORE WITH SYPHA .  ❜❜  alucard admits ,  though that's mostly because he didn't know what else to say as to what infuriates him .  he'd come to enjoy the others companionship .

⧼  ﹙₀₁﹚  @dhvmpirs     ⇽    ❝    GOOD   […]  ‘M GLAD SHE’S ALIVE━━  WE SHOULD VISIT HER SOMETIME IF WE CAN.    ❜❜         he’s serious.    sincere.    the intensity dies quickly,   the sound of alucard listening off anything and everything about trevor makes him laugh.    it sputters into a coughing fit and his hand ends up slapping against alucard’s back.   he eventually comes back up,  intaking a deep breath that was needed to keep his composure.     ❝    OH DEAT   […]    PLEASE,     PLEASE DO━━  JUST SO I CAN HEAR HOW MUCH YOU’RE IN LOVE AND OBSESSED WITH ME.    WHO WATCHES SOMEONE SLEEP?    I’M NOT THAT LOUD ANYWAYS.    HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WAITING TO GET THIS OFF YOUR CHEST,  HUH ?    ❜❜      

ID.  @ALLREIGNS 
            
            ❝    IF BY OUR 'WITCH' ,  I'M SURE YOU KNOW FAR BETTER THAN I .  BUT SHE'S ALIVE ,  IF NOT SHAKEN UP BY THE ENCOUNTER .  ❜❜  alucard remarked ,  continuing his way .  there wasn't enough distance between them && the site .  wallachia wasn't fond of trevor ,  the hunter he was ,  but they seemed to take pause at the sight of alucard .  those who didn't know of him were stunned into silence by appearance alone and those that / were /  . . .   
            
            ❝    YOUR VOICE IS INFURIATING .  THE WAY YOU CHARGE INTO COMBAT IS INFURITATING .  THE WAY YOU MANAGE TO NEVER BE QUIET EVEN IN SLEEP IS INFURIATING .  YOUR UNCANNY ABILITY TO INJURE YOURSELF FROM POINTLESS THINGS IS INFURIATING .  SHALL I CONTINUE ?  ❜❜

            
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            ⧼  ﹙₀₁﹚  ⇽   ❝    Y’GOT MY ATTENTION.    ME FINK.    WELL  […]  ‘M PRETTY  SHORE THIS TOUGH LIFE   (IS—)   GONNA GET WORST.    […] URGH,  NO.   WORSE ━━  PROMISE ‘M NOT ILLTERATE.    ⁽ᴬ ᴾᴬᵁᔆᴱ⁾      OKAY,   MOVE OLD MAN.    I DUN WANNA HURT YUH.  I THINK,  AUGH SHIT.     ❜❜      it’s a full out brawl now.   some burly man comes out from nowhere,  throwing a nasty fit of curses      ⅋     nasty profanity towards the belmont.   a sick punch is thrown squarely in his jaw,  all eyes are on belmont and the random man.   he’s burly,  a knuckle head who’s taking the upper hand of fighting a drunk man.    the only upside of this was   (well)    how low trevor’s inhibitions are,  so a punch to the jaw is nothing.    a calloused palm is splayed against his attackers neck,  falling face first into a row of beer glasses.   a sick squelch       ⅋     crack follows afterwards.   then,  the sound of screaming      ⅋     begging.   now,  he’s made a mess.   he’ll take his leave now.    (      ⅋     he does!       )

ꔷ ꔷ ꔷ                              જ⁀➴
            「 @heavenstrongest   ┊  tb   」
            chapter one ┊ the drunken man.
               ━      ˢᵉᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ‧      ━     
            
            
            ﹙ ♱ ﹚ ˢᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ  ‣ ВⷡEͤLMⷨOͦNᴛⷮ ﹕ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ
            ❲ 1⃨ …  ❳        THE SOUND OF HIS NAME ON A STRANGERS LIPS SHOULD NOT SOBER HIM UP LIKE IT DOES.   MANY PEOPLE KNOW HIS NAME SAKE,   IT’S NEVER NOTHING NEW.   BUT,    PEOPLE DON’T SAY IT WITH A FONDNESS.   NOT LIKE THIS ONE.     TREVOR IS STILL SLUGGISH,   BUT HIS EYES ARE ABLE TO   “ᶠᵒᶜᵘˢ”  ON THE HEAD OF CRIMSON THAT STANDS BEFORE HIM.  A WEAK GROAN CLAWS OUT OF HIS SORE THROAT.      ⅋     TREVOR FINDS HIMSELF LEANING CLOSER TO HIS    (UNWELCOMED?)   COMPANY.      SEEMLY,   OUT OF THIN AIR.   A DAGGER LANDS BETWEEN THE PAIR.    OH,  WELL NOW THEY HAVE COMPANY.   TREVOR WAS ALWAYS SO GOOD AT MAKING FRIENDS EVERYWHERE HE WENT.    AN UNEASY SMILE SETTLES ON THE BELMONT’S LIPS,   A CONVERSATION TO BE HELD FOR ANOTHER MAYBE.     THE WEIGHT OF HIS WORDS STILL LINGER IN HIS MIND.   
            

for  a  M͟O͟M͟E͟N͟T͟,  the  soured  look  on  the  redhead’s  visage  wanes  a  little,  in  favour  of  something  akin  to  pity.  that  slurred  speech,  those  bloodshot  eyes,  the  flushed  cheeks  and  the  tremored  hands  ⸻  all  symptoms  archangel  mikael  is  more  than  familiar  with.  a  sigh  escapes  his  lips,  eyes  flitting  elsewhere  as  he  ponders  whether  or  not  to  forgive  the  stranger  for  his  trespass.  as  expected,  he  acquiesces  quite  easily,  snapping  his  fingers  and  gesturing  for  the  barkeep  to  serve  them  another  round.  he  does  not  scoff,  either,  at  the  young  man’s  shamelessness;  lord  knows  he’s  been  there  too,  more  times  than  he  can  count.
            
            
            
             ⠀‬‬  ⠀⠀‬‬⠀  “      off-your-skull  like  that,  ya  ain’t  gettin’  five  steps  outta  here  without  falling  arse-over-tit. ” 
            
            
            
            mikael  hums,  settling  down  on  the  seat  beside  the  other;  sanctus  by  his  hip  clinks  softly  against  the  stool.  his  gaze  settles  on  the  numerous  empty  tankards  clumped  over  the  bartop,  eyebrow  arching  in  piqued  curiosity.  there  is  no  condescension  in  his  eyes,  moreso  a  quiet  respect  of  sorts.  heaven  help  him,  this  human  can  D͟R͟I͟N͟K͟,  that  much  is  plain  to  see.
            
              
            
             ⠀‬‬  ⠀⠀‬‬⠀  “      tough  night,  then,  belmont?    ”    he  quips,  propping  one  leg  up  on  the  stool’s  footrest,  head  tilting  slightly  to  the  side.  he  offers  no  explanation  as  to  how  he  knows  the  drunk’s  name.⠀  “      or  ‘s  a  tough  life  more  like  it?    ”
            
            
            ⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀‬‬⠀⠀‬‬ ⠀⠀‬‬⠀⠀‬‬ ꒰ঌ    @ALLREIGNS

⧼  ﹙₀₁﹚  ⇽     @carnalvice    ❝IS THAT SO?  SO WHY ARE YOU NOT TORN TO SHREDS RIGHT NOW.   Y’JUST HAPPEN TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED HERE BUT AVOIDED EVERYTHING?  YOU KNOW MORE.   TELL ME.❜❜     tactile fingers would retrieve his blade,  then his whip.  an amused chuckle erupts from his throat,  azure hues would narrow at the docility he displayed.   a calloused hand lowers the strangers hands to his sides.   a toothy grin creeps onto the hunters expression.  ❝ I DON’T BELIEVE YOU FOR SHIT,  BUT I NEED YOU ALIVE.  ‘N YOU LIKE LIVING.   SO,  LET’S HELP EACH OTHER OUT.❜❜

      "look,   you misunderstand   ..  /those/ monsters tore those people apart  ..  not me,"     LYALL SWALLOWED THICKLY,     hands  raised  up  high  as  he  stared  at  them,   his  brown  eyes  watch  as  they  closed  the  gap  between  them.   
            
                 "──those  creatures  were  werewolves,  yes,  but  feral.  completely  driven  by  their  blood–lust,"    continued  on  the  young  man,    his  hands  still  raised  up  in  the  air.   "BELIEVE ME,   will you."

⧼  ﹙₀₁﹚  ⇽     @carnalvice    ❝OH,  NOTHING.  JUST A WAYFARING STRANGER.   NOW IT’S TIME FOR ME TO ASK THE QUESTIONS,  DID Y’KILL SOME TOWNSFOLK?   BE HONEST,   I MIGHT SLAY YOU WHERE YOU STAND.❜❜      the belmont tuts,  inching closer to the supposed lupine.    his nose raises in an attempt to smell the stranger    (hmph,)    just as mangy as him.   maybe trevor was a werewolf too.

@magicist   I feel more like a mutt if anything   :/

@ALLREIGNS  and who is at fault,  and put us on this dirty floor.    [she rolls her eyes,  leaning into the other’s chest for a moment.  attempting to enjoy the moment between each other but she eventually sits up,]    let’s get up them,  you big oaf.  and cuddle until the sun rises,  doesn’t that sound nice? 

⧼  ﹙₀₁﹚  @magicist       ⇽   ❝ OOFTH.   I’M NOT A FAN.  NOR AM I PRINCESS    […]     I WELL━━  SUDDENLY THE WORDS ESCAPE ME?❜❜      for once,  trevor is silenced.   a bashful smile creeps onto his expression,  a light flush settles on his cheeks.    he seems to look everywhere but sypha.   fingers would fidget at the back of neck,  having all her attention fixated on him was    […]   slightly mind numbing.   he wondered if he deserved it all.       ❝I LIKE IT,   I THINK IT SUITS ME.   ARE WE SLEEPING ON THIS DUSTY FLOOR TONIGHT?  THERE’S A BED RIGHT ABOVE US   […]❜❜