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castlevania: trevor belmont

[closed] if i should die before i wake

Who: Trevor Belmont and his Bonded
When: around the full moon
Where: His shared home
What: Trevor finally becomes a full vampire
Warnings: Character death, blood drinking, swearing, Trevor being Trevor

now i lay me down to sleep

[ When he felt it happen, he made sure he was at home. Well, "home" within this world. Where both Alucard and Sypha were, as he didn't wish to die alone. Funny that. Considering he'd spent a great deal of his life not really giving a shit what other people thought of him or coming to think he even needed anyone to begin with. But now all of a sudden? Now all of a sudden he didn't want to be alone and that's why he had been staying around the house more. Also he just... was too weak to do much else other than lay about in bed, on the couch, or slump himself over the window to enjoy the damp cool air.

He was going to only ever get to feel the night air soon.

He'd made sure to alert Berserker to what was happening when he felt a significant change within himself. As if his body was finally giving up, finally so tired from trying to fight off what it knew was coming the moment he first bared his fangs at Alucard months ago.

Death. He was finally dying.

When he does finally die, it's a little more peaceful than he ever thought his death would be. Really, he was sure he'd die by the hand of a night creature or some asshole from Hell. MAYBE some drunken jerk a long way down the line of his life. But to go like this, in his bed with his Bonded near... well, shit. Helluva lot more worse ways to go, isn't there?

He just feels... tired, when he goes. As if keeping his eyes open is the most difficult thing he's ever done in his life and it's with a smile on his face and a breathless fuck you to this world, that he finally just... goes, a hiccup or snap of pain within his bonds cementing it. Trevor Belmont. House of Belmont. Last of the Belmonts. Has finally been laid to rest. ]

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[ Trevor slowly rolls his head from side to side on the pillow he has as he thinks back to everything that's happened and everyone he's come to care for. Familiar faces, two which hail from his own world, while others he's met within this one and silently wonders how they might be doing this very second as he lays here. Strapped to the bed. He doesn't feel as if the full moon is whispering sweet nothings to him and promising him a good time. Instead, he feels quiet, listening to all the different sounds around him that he can hear so far away.

When he sees Sypha, he offers her a lazy smile and it should be noted that eyes which were once a blazing fiery red, are now back to the cool blue that he's always had all his life. A testament to how much more calm he's feeling now. ]

Starting to get the feeling I've made an ass out of myself.

[ He doesn't sit up. Rather, he stays laying there on the bed, blue eyes slowly blinking to her with strands of brown hair falling in front of his pale face. ]

Sorry.

[The quiet, soft snap of the bond had driven Sypha up the wall when it had finally happened, and she'd immediately gone out. Away. Anywhere but near the house they shared. It wasn't that she couldn't face his death, but more that she didn't know how to process that it had actually happened. It hurt, thinking of it, worrying that he might not come back, despite all evidence to the contrary.

When she feels him return, she decides, perhaps, that it might be best to give him some space. The torrent of emotions in the bond, the ravening hunger, that's enough to give her serious pause.

When it all seems quelled, she slips in, looking down at him with a concerned furrow to her brow.]

No apology necessary.

[She makes her way over to sit next to him, plunking down on a chair by the bed.]

Are you feeling more yourself now?

Yeah.

[ The admission is soft and he lets his head rest against the pillow, gaze flicking up to the ceiling. He doesn't struggle. Doesn't kick. Doesn't squirm or fight or try and manipulate his way out of the restraints holding him down. ]

Alucard said I had red eyes.

[ Carefully, he looks to Sypha with blue eyes. ]

They're blue again... right?

They are blue, yes.

[It's good that he's calmed down. It's very good. She's not sure she could handle him kicking and screaming or fighting to get free.]

Do you...need a drink?

[ Probably why it was best to let Berserker go first and then Alucard after. Her question, however, gets him to puff out a bit of a laugh. ]

Why's everyone trying to force me to drink?

[ He gets it, with how starved he was when he first woke. But... he's fine now. Really. His throat doesn't burn for blood anymore. ]

I'm fine. Honest.

[ And then, a curious beat and tilt of his head as he keeps looking to her. ]

Are... you ok?

I'm not forcing you. But, you know. I've read things.

[Lots of things, in fact.]

I...

[She cuts off at his question. Frowns. Like she really has to think about it.]

...I'm not hurt. It was...very sudden. And it felt awful. But that's over now, and you're back. So, I'm fine.

[ He hums as she explains how it was through their bond. Something he had been genuinely curious about but, until now, hadn't really thought to ask Berserker or Alucard. At... least none of them had been in pain?? He thinks?? He'd been worried about that... ]

I'm sorry.

[ Again, he says that, blue eyes soft in how they let their gaze linger on her. ]

For making you feel that.

I knew what I was getting into.

{She has no regrets, and the way she sets her jaw confirms that. She won't argue this point.]

It's nothing I can't handle. And...really, I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Just so you don't have to go through that alone.

[ There's... comfort?? in knowing that, even if part of him still feels terrible that she had to... not only FEEL but DEAL WITH his demise and rising as a vampire. No, she didn't put up with the kicking and screaming. But she likely felt the rage. The hunger. The thirst with being newly awakened as a vampire. He's just... glad it's over. That he's more himself again. ]

You won't have to.

[ A beat ]

It's over and done with now.

[She had felt that. She'd hated it, and been sensible enough to stay away. She'd have struggled with too many warring emotions seeing it, and that would have made shit worse in turn for him.]

I know. We don't have to worry about you going and dying on me again.

[She couldn't handle it.]

Is there anything I can do?

[ Again. Right. Because... he HAD died. If even for a few hours. But still. That was a thing and he frowns at the thought. ]

Mm... let me out of these when you feel like I'm good to?

[ He's been calm since Alucard left, honestly. But he also gets their wanting to be careful with him and, if he's honest, he appreciates it. ]

Of course.

[She eyes him. Leans over, and unlatches one arm.]

Feel the urge to bite me?

[Her other hand is held up in a spellcasting gesture. She will melt your face if she has to.]

[ When his one hand is freed, he rolls his wrist around a little bit. It's not that he had been in any pain or anything. But it had certainly grown a bit uncomfortable with all the thrashing about and just plain keeping his wrists latched down. So he appreciates having the freedom for one.

Her question, however, gets him to smile a bit. ]

No. [ and without missing a beat ] Just kiss you.

That sounds like something a vampire would say.

[She leans over, feigning suspicion, right up till the moment where she presses her lips to his. Her hand's still ready to, y'know, blow him to hell and back...but not right this sec.

She wants this too.]

[ When her lips brush over his and take from them the very kiss which he himself had wanted, he finds himself wanting to touch her but doesn't. Instead, he lays there against the bed, letting her lips move against his as he drinks up everything that she gives to him in this moment that he thought he might never have again. To have possibly lost himself to the vampire within and all its feral needs and desires. To have been brought back from that? To have managed to found his way back to himself and to her, to Alucard... he cherishes it. Just as he cherishes her. ]

[Sypha has no difficulty drinking in the kiss, returning it with all the affection she has. She cherishes this as well. It's nice, having partners to work with, companions you can count on, and just generally knowing she's cared for. It's a bond they've all formed...a bond so strong that not even death can break it]

[ He lets himself indulge in that kiss with her for just a little longer, wanting to make it last when he knows he might have never had a moment like this again, before he ultimately lets it die on his lips and he smiles against her own. A gentle nosing given to her. ]

Think I'm all cured now.

[She bumps noses back at him, moving her hand over to undo the strap at his other wrist.]

I think so too. I certainly don't see any more danger coming from you, if you're this close to me and focused on something other than my neck.

[Not that she'd say no if he was more in control over himself. Right now, she'll stick to no holes in her neck, but later? Maybe.]

[ That's certainly a conversation needed to be had?? Since he only currently has the one blood donor.

But as both wrists come to be undone, he slowly sits himself up in this vibrant and colourful world he now resides within... and reaches to gently take Sypha's face between his hands, kissing her a little more tenderly then. ]

Sorry. [ A mumble against her lips. ] Just... didn't think I'd be able to do that again.

[Sypha laughs when he pulls away, nuzzling him a bit.]

It's alright.

[She kisses him again, slow and sweet, and moves her hand down to start undoing his leg cuffs.]

I'm glad you did.

[ He's patient as he waits for her to unlock his feet as well, hands laid flat against the bed as blue eyes slowly blink while watching her go about her task. ]

Alucard and I... talked a bit.

About...?

[That's a heck of an opener, Treffy.]

[ It sure is. ]

You know... stuff.

[ Way to be vague and all. ]

About... how he feels.

And...how did it go?

[Sypha, of course, leans closer, hovering in between hug range and smooch range.]

[ ... ]

Pretty sure he's in love with us.

SYPHA

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