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open-ish

Who: Trevor Belmont and others
When: first half of the month prior to the event
Where: various places
What: mostly planned things with cr but also an open prompt concerning the doll quest
Warnings: Trevor being Trevor, blood drinking, monster fighting, other things tbd

dolly mine quest

[ Early in the evening on this particular night, if you happen to be taking a stroll nearby a certain toy store, you might happen to spot a little set-up that's been done some ways from the store on the cobblestone path. There's a table, four chairs, small little cups with saucers, and a teapot placed in the center of the table. All miniatures. If you're thinking tea party? You'd be thinking right. And who loves tea parties? Dolls love tea parties. It's a cute little set-up. How could any doll resist coming over to have some tea?

But near that little set-up is also a box. Yeah. A really BIG BOX that's tilted on an angle with a stick propping it up... angled to drop down over the little tea party and catch some dolls. How? With the near invisible string that's tied around the stick propping the up the box and runs up up up all the way to the building beside the toy store with a head peeking over the side. No, not a doll head. A vampire's head. Who, just so happens to spot someone strolling by his trap. ]

Psst! Get away from that! You'll scare the dolls off!

[ That sure is Trevor now-a-vampire-but-still-a Belmont shouting in a whisper at you. ]

other things?
(( if you'd like to do something specific with Trevor, feel free to shoot me a PM or a PP at escaflownes on plurk and we can work something out! o/ ))

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It's a perfectly serviceable forge hammer, I'll have you know. What would a Belmont know about a craftsman's tool?

[Hector drags the ax over to the wall and props it up with the blade facing down. Silver is a denser metal than copper or iron, so it really is heavier than any ax he's ever used before.]

But thank you for your restraint. This one could at least be functional.

[Maybe. If Hector practices with it. He doesn't know if he's feeling more touched that Trevor brought the gift, or exasperated. Is this how the man usually repays favors (if that is what this is)? Or is this how he does presents? Was Christmas at the Belmont Estate just an explosion of impractical weaponry?]

[ Considering Hector doesn't chuck the thing right back at him or out the window? He would call it a good gift and one that the faun is going to keep. So there. Besides. Around here? Can't ever go wrong with having a little protection on you.

He smiles though as he watches the faun prop it up against the wall and wanders his way further inside the place with a hum and a little sway in his step. ]

Doing ok? Full moon's tomorrow and all.

[ You know. In case Hector SOMEHOW didn't know that. ]

[Against incredibly slow moving, low-to-the-ground werewolves, consider Hector protected.

He paces around the room, picking up his bottle of wine and a bottled beer for Trevor. He'd bought it while he was impulse shopping for alcohol, because it was cheap and he wouldn't be tempted to finish it off before Trevor got here.]

I'm fine. [He feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin. He's been feeding his various hungers, but he still craves...everything. Food, drink, touch. But it's not not so bad he can't ignore it for now.]

How about you? Does it make you thirstier? [He hands Trevor the beer. It's not what he's here for, but the man can have an appetizer before his meal.]

[ Looking around the place still, he blinks when the beer is offered to him and allows his gloved fingers to wrap around the neck of the bottle, smile on his face for a thank you. ]

More than usual, yeah. But the full moon tends to bring out all those cravings a monster has and if they're not met? That's when you end up going feral. That's when bonds come in handy to sort of balance it out for you.

[ With the cap twisted off, he takes a swig, letting the alcohol slowly run down his throat. ]

You still feel those cravings but they're a bit easier to manage. Usually.

Still on about that? You're worse than a matchmaking grandmother.

[Hector's doing just fine. Never mind the fact that tomorrow night, he's going to be a trembling mess, dragging his blankets down on the floor to sleep curled up with his myriad of pets in lieu of a flock for protection. He has got this handled.]

Lucky for you and your cravings, I've been marinading myself all evening. You'll have to let me know if you can taste it.

[The excess of wine is helping keep him sane. It's medicinal.

Hector flops onto his couch, and a cat who was napping on the armrest gives an offended 'meow' and stalks off into one of the bedrooms. He looks at the cushion next to him.]

Come sit.

[ With another swig of his beer, Trevor does just that and drops himself down onto the empty spot on the couch. He did say the couch next time, didn't he? ]

You know, you don't have to get yourself all liquored up for this.

[ A beat ]

Not that I... don't appreciate a good beer. [ Just had to clarify that ] But I mean that I don't need you to be out of your mind or something for it to taste better or be easier or whatever.

[ Swishing the beer around in the bottle he holds between his fingers, he looks over to the faun then. ]

I just hope I didn't give you that impression with how I don't like drinking from just anyone because of, you know, tasting things.

[Hector scoots in closer to Trevor, shoulder to shoulder, leg to let. Physical contact helps sooth some of the itching beneath his skin.]

This isn't just for you. I'm a faun. The moon's almost full. Drinking to excess is a requirement for me to not go feral.

[He's just...not going to address Trevor's other point. The whole idea of this is that Hector's making himself an acceptable meal by getting himself sloshed and clearing his mind. Belmont wouldn't want to eat sad necromancer thoughts, and who'd blame him?]

Is it?

[ Truthfully, he... doesn't really know many fauns? Maybe just one and then Hector. But without knowing many or much about them, he's not all that sure about their changes and cravings aside from, you know, the obvious.

Taking another swig of his beer, he hums for a moment before he turns, leaning in to the crook of Hector's neck and just... takes in his scent. Well, the scent of his blood mostly. So much stronger around the full moon. ]

I know how that is. Just with blood instead of beer.

[ And he pulls back a bit then, smile on his lips, another swig taken from his beer before the bottle is set down on the floor and he puffs out a sigh as he looks to his gloved hands. ]

Do you want me to keep these on?

[ He knows his touch is much colder than normal. ]

Mmmmm. It's a hunger for all the excesses the church tries to quell- food, drink, sex, dancing, reveling in nature...

[It's hilarious, in a way, he's gone from one set of sins to another. The universal constant in all worlds is that God hates him.

He starts unlacing the fastenings at the neck of his tunic to give Trevor better access.

At the mention of the gloves, he freezes. One of the lovers who have been helping him deal with those faun impulses always keeps his gloves on, and Hector's horny faun brain is only too happy to start replaying some of the highlights of those memories.

He clears his throat and thinks, very determinedly and not very successfully, of dogs.]

Take them off. [He's a necromancer, and he got over squeamishness about deathly-cold flesh long ago.]

Edited 2020-04-02 17:54 (UTC)

[ Well. That's something he can say he had no idea about. Not really. But, again, he hasn't encountered or befriended many fauns here, so. Demonic bastards are usually more his area of expertise anyways. That and vampires.

With the choice to have his gloves removed, Trevor complies and tugs the leather gloves he wears off, dropping them off to the side on the couch there. Pale fingers with a gentle chill to them come to touch at Hector's neck, giving him a moment to adjust to the sudden cool press against his skin. ]

Do you want me to do the other side this time?

[ Of his neck, he means. ]

Yes, that seems wise.

[None of this is wise, but it's almost the full moon, so this is as close as they're getting to it. Hector shivers at the icy fingers on his neck, but it's not out of revulsion.

He climbs over Trevor to get to the other side of the couch, and the temptation to just stay on his lap is strong. Fauns are tactile creatures, and the fact that it's Trevor Belmont beneath him, shockingly, isn't counterbalancing his desire to cuddle in closer.

But he settles for shifting over him so Trevor can access the unbitten side of his neck and draping an arm over his shoulder to urge him in closer.]

Alright. You can... start. [Cheers, Belmont.]

[ With being given the go ahead and Hector now settled and not crawling all over him anymore, Trevor gently drags his fingers over the other side of the faun's neck as he leans in nice and close. Face buried within the crook of Hector's neck, fangs pierce sharply into warm skin and like before, he lets the tips of his fingers caress the other side of the faun's neck in an attempt to provide some sort of distraction and reassurance as he begins to pull crimson warmth into his mouth and drink.

Still gentle, still slow, he's careful in the depth of his fangs within Hector's flesh and how much blood he pulls into his mouth, a pleased little sound leaving Trevor's lips as blood caresses against his tongue and slides down his throat. Drinking. Drinking. Drinking. ]

[Trevor makes it feel good. Really good. The lips on one side, stroking fingertips on the other, the solid column of his body against Hector's...Trevor's being so gentle and sweet, but it's making Hector flush.

There's no thinking about dogs. All of Hector's focus is on sensation. He entwines his arms around Trevor and strokes his hands up and down the vampire's torso without conscious thought.

Trevor may not have known about faun hungers before tonight, but he's going to get a lesson with this meal.]

[ Well he's not the type to get off on the people he drinks from writhing in pain so, making it as painless as possible and having everything be calm and slow is a lot more better for not just the one he's drinking from, but for Trevor himself as well.

When he feels that gentle splash of emotion filter through the blood he drinks, he slowly opens his eyes as he continues to drink, red and filled with a quiet delight from the blood he's being given. He can feel the way Hector's arms move about, the little pinpricks of emotion that beat through his blood and Trevor finds himself pushing Hector back against the couch a little as he continues to drink. Easing him back. Carefully. Keeping close to him as he comes down with him. ]

[Trevor lowers both of them down onto the couch, and Hector lets himself be maneuvered with a pleased little groan. His hand traces up Trevor's back and neck until he can tangle his fingers into the vampire's hair.

He pulls Trevor's head closer. More, he needs more. More of the happy, dizzy sensation of his blood being sucked, more contact with the cool vampiric body above his own, more gentle little touches to sooth his frazzled nerves. He murmurs wordless encouragements to Trevor as he drinks, not wanting it to end.]

[ As much as he's glad that Hector is not in any sort of excoriating pain, it's still always strange to him whenever those he drinks from (being just his bonded and now Hector) take a sort of pleasure in it. It's good?? That he's capable of making it feel good for them, that is. But still a little strange. Just a bit.

He pulls a little more blood into his mouth, a slightly sharper pinch to Hector's neck as he does so, before he gently pulls his mouth away from the faun's neck and he looks down to him with those bright red eyes and colour brought back to his cheeks. A lazy smile spreads across his bloody lips, a hum coming from the back of his throat as he licks over his lips a bit. ]

Good?

[Hector lets out a moan of protest as Trevor's fangs release him. So soon? It's not enough.]

Very good. Don't stop.

[He tries to guide Trevor's head back to his neck. He should keep going. What could go wrong?]

[ Before he can really say anything, he finds his head being guided back down to the faun's neck. This... could be a touch dangerous?? Maybe?? But he's not starved and not anywhere close to being feral, so... his sense of control is pretty good right now. Yet as much as part of him says he should probably stop, the more pleased part of him says just a little more and he can't help but drag his tongue over the blood oozing out of the mark he's made on Hetor's neck.

But rather than sink his fangs right back into the same spot he had first made (it's more liable to bruise badly if he does), he instead bites a little lower on Hector's neck and resumes the drinking he had been doing a few moments ago. Still slow, still careful, not wanting to take too much. He smooths a hand down the faun's chest and lets it rest against his side then, a knee coming between his legs to keep himself balanced there on the couch, his other hand holding tight to the arm of the couch.

He's only going to take just a little more. Because his head is already starting to spin in vampiric delight. ]

[Hector hums as he gets his way. He pats Trevor on the head. Good boy. Just a little more is the faun lifestyle.

Trevor's too far away, though. Hector grasps a handful of his shirt to tug him down. Trevor may have a full stomach and multiple bonds, but Hector's struggling for control against his impulses. And why should he struggle, when he can just indulge?]

[ Fingers dig into Hector's side as he drinks, taking just a little more of that deep red warmth into his mouth before he finally pulls back and with a heavy sound of being so very pleased. Blood drips from his mouth, eyes shining bright and red and he hovers there over the faun, licking over his lips as he grins down to the second mark added below the first. ]

Much better now?

[ He chuckles a bit, feeling happy with what he's been given and with a pleased little hum spilling from those bloody lips of his, he leans in to Hector's neck again and drags his tongue along the bite marks there, lapping up the excess blood so as not to waste a single drop. Slowly. Humming as he does so. Clearly enjoying himself and the blood he's been treated to. ]

[Hector looks up at Trevor with heavy-lidded eyes, and brushes a thumb along his bloody lips. There's probably a limit to how much he can convince the vampire to glut himself.]

Mmmm. It's nice.

[It's even nicer when Trevor licks him clean, looking like the cat that caught the canary. Hector's breath hitches. Well, fuck. Has Trevor always been this hot?]

...you should stay for a while.

[ The thumb brushing over his still bloody lips gets Trevor to blink those bright red eyes of his for a moment... before he lets a soft sound of amusement spill from them and gently comes to nip at the tip of that thumb with a fang. ]

Should I?

[ Still leaning over the faun, hair fall in front of his face as he tilts his head, gaze fixated on the fresh marks to Hector's neck before they fall back onto his face. ]

Going to offer me another type of drink?

[WELP, Trevor's fang teasingly touches Hector's thumb, and Hector's brain is officially not working anymore. He gulps.]

You're still thirsty?

[Belmont better not think he's going to get off of this couch for more beer. Hector grasps his arm just to make sure he doesn't try.]

...you sucked on me. I could return the favor....

[Or his offer may send Trevor running home to his assorted bondmates, but Hector's not really thinking through the disastrous possibilities.]

[ ~~hector has a vampire fetish confirmed??~~

But the question- offer, really, has Trevor slowly blink those bright red eyes of his in slight confusion before he lets his gaze drift off to the side for a moment. ]

Fauns... don't drink blood?

[ He phrases that as a question because... maybe he's wrong about that?? ]

[Hector blinks too. What?]

No, of course not. Belmont, I'm not offering to suck your neck.

[Their minds are obviously in two different places, though. Trevor is still focused on drinking, and Hector's at the tail end of a sort-of date where he's been given a weird but thoughtful gift and pleasurably indulged, ready to put out.

He shifts self-consciously, aware now that he's pinned beneath Trevor.]

Forget it. Corrupting a Belmont'll put me on a special circle of hell. We should...we should bandage me up.

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