(closed) parting is such sweet sorrow they say

[quickwhip]

Who: Trevor Belmont and others
When: middle of the month
Where: various spots
What: Trevor loses a bond and pretends everything is ok as you do when in denial
Warnings: Trevor being Trevor, cursing, drinking, possible vampire stuff, others tbd



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alucard

[quickwhip]

[ Trevor doesn't usually dream when he sleeps through the day. Or, if he does, he never seems to remember them. Whether or not that's a good thing is anyone's guess and personal preference, really. But despite the inability to dream, he still remains a heavy sleeper and there's really not much that can stir him from his slumber once he's gone down in his casket.

So it's confusing- a shock, really, when he finds himself suddenly being pulled to wake within the darkness of his casket and it takes him only a second or two of realizing that he's awake when he suddenly feels that dull ache deep within the center of his chest.

The top of his casket is pushed off, a hand gripping the side as he pulls himself up and gasps a bit because- what the bloody hell?? He's not supposed to be awake yet, there's still daylight outside. So why... is he awake??

But the ache which pricks at him in such a dull manner has him roll himself out of his casket and hit the floor with a THUD before he rights himself up and tries to figure out just what the hell is going on.

Alucard he hears. His heartbeat that he's come to memorize and after taking a moment to pull himself out of the hazy fog that is currently his mind with still being sleepy and confused at the same time, he notices that he doesn't hear Sypha's heartbeat... and that causes him to get himself up rather quickly.

He finds Alucard within a matter of moments and it's with that tired but still quick speed of his that he comes to stand there in the doorway of wherever it is Alucard's found. ]

What happened?

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard made the house possible to walk through if Trevor needed to in the middle of the day. There's a part of the house on the first floor that connects to the basement that has no windows, and the door on it opens opposite a wall. It isn't ideal, but it's enough for Trevor to get up to the door, open, and yell from the area if there's a true emergency.

They haven't had to use it until just now. Because that's where Alucard is standing. Door ajar, his shoulder leaning against the frame, back towards Trevor. His shoulders are slumped, and he pauses before reaching one hand back towards Trevor.]

She'll be back, I'm sure.

[His voice is soft. Not sad, not yet. Just slowly carefully absorbing what has come to pass.]

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[ She? She'll be back? He's sure?

Trevor stands there in silence for a long moment as he lets his sleepy mind wrap around that. Fingers are both careful and gentle in the way they take hold of Alucard's, so cold and pale against the blond's. ]

Back from... where?

[ Yet even as he asks that... he knows. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[Silence is the response. It is heavy and thick and as suffocating as the summer heat that swelters outside of the house. Sypha was working with ice magic among other things. Alucard was a miserable thing in heat now that he wasn't naturally cool.

Alucard shifts his angle slightly, so that he can lean back and feel Trevor behind him. He doesn't dare to do more than that right away, but. But.

He breathes out, and they both know.]

Wherever you and she went after the castle, I imagine.

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[ Trevor's gaze drifts past the blond and just... keeps drifting. To somewhere. Hell if he knows. The only thing to keep him right here in this moment is the fact that Alucard comes to lean back against him and having those fingers held with his own. ]

You felt it too then...

[ Because of course he did. Of course they both did. ]

[cryptsleeper]

[Alucard makes a soft noise that sounds like a general agreement one. He doesn't move much. He only closes his eyes and tries to let his breath settle.

It doesn't.]

Can I please go downstairs with you?

[quickwhip]

[ His dragon bonded, Berserker, had gone through losing two bonds and the second time it had happened, they'd been bonded together and he had felt the grief and heartache that came with it and this... this is very very similar to that feeling he had felt through their bond back then. It's why he knows exactly what this is and he just... doesn't know what to think, what to feel... what this means for the two of them now.

But he doesn't let his thoughts linger on that, at least not right now. ]

Yeah. If you want.

[ Gently, he tugs at Alucard's hand. ]

Come on.

[cryptsleeper]

Safer for you. Sun's still up.

[Summer and all.

Descending the stairs into the basement apartment feels familiar enough. What he always does to check on Trevor when the twilight hits and he can come upstairs to join the two of them and--

--it'll just be him.

That hits. That pokes at grief in a way Alucard doesn't like, and it coincides with his flopping onto the sofa that's down in the basement.

Sypha's not dead. Just gone for now, and it is a miserable way to try and console oneself through such grief. Yet it is a fact Alucard clings to, bringing his knees close to his chest and then looking to Trevor.]

You okay?

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[ His movements are slow as he follows along down to his safe haven and when Alucard drops himself down to the sofa, Trevor just stands there in front of him. This is... fuck. He has no idea what this is, what he feels, what he thinks, what he wants to feel or think. His thoughts are more or less aligned with the blond's in the sense that it's not like she's dead... to his knowledge... but she's still. Not here. And with everything that's happened in the few months she had been here between them... what does any of that mean?

It takes him a moment before he realizes Alucard is asking him something and blue eyes blink slowly before he just lets himself nod a couple times. Slowly. ]

Yeah. Just... standing here.

berserker

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[ The Sly Seadog isn't exactly the sort of place Trevor usually finds himself, but with everything that's gone on, he sure as fuck needs a drink. Or two. Three. Make it four, five, six, seven. Which... says something, really. It's been a long fucking time since he's drowned himself in glass after glass after glass of beer because... things had been going pretty well. About as well as they can go for someone who's both seen and been through some shit here in the almost year that he's been here now. But he'd formed friendships, found himself some bonds, and even... felt like he had a place with others. Like he cared for others and they cared for him in return.

But, as life usually goes, that's all bullshit now and that's why he's here at The Sly Seadog, downing his... whatever number this is drink. Hell if he knows and hell if it matters.

Suffice to say, he's... a little gone. Slumped over on the table he's found for himself in the far corner of the place with his leg stretched out and fingers dipped in the half-empty glass that ISN'T tipped over like all the others. He's not passed out but he's definitely trying to get himself to be there. It's just, you know, NIGHTTIME AND ALL and being a vampire, he's sure as fuck wide awake.

There's a deep-rooted heartache that flickers throughout his bond and when someone accidentally trips over his leg and Trevor just LAUGHS to himself while peeking through fingers against his face, he's grabbed by the scruff of his cloak and yanked up to his feet to which Trevor just GRINS and drops his head back. He's about to get his face smashed in. ]

Go ahead you... goat fucker. Make my fucking day.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker is aware of Trevor's status right now -- he has the unenviable task of being the bouncer at this time of night. The rowdiest crowd usually comes out about this time, making his life difficult at best and exhausting at worse. Letting him drink his sorrows away is fine, preferable even. He's keeping to himself and...making a mess, but that's someone else's problem.

Trevor quickly becomes his problem, though.

Sigh.

Time to break it up. He slowly gets to his feet, closing the distance in a hurry. ]

Drop him before I drop you.

[ Something about a very large, very muscular dragon with a look so cold it could freeze you solid is enough to intimidate most into behaving. The "goat fucker", as Trevor so eloquently put it, drops the vampire, stammers an apology, and moves on.

Berserker's look softens a little bit as he looks at his bonded's awful state. He hasn't been this bad in a long time. ]

...I felt that, you know.

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[ When he's unhanded, he adjusts his cloak a bit with a rather contemplative hum before he squints his eyes and tries to see which direction that dubbed goat fucker went off to. Not that he intends to go after him but just... yeah.

But then Berserker says something and his attention falls back onto him... and he promptly waves him and that supposed accusation off. ]

I... don't know what you're talking about.

[ That's bullshit because he does but, you know, WHATEVER. ]

Am I supposed to thank my hero and suck your cock?

[ To which he waves an arm about rather dramatically... as he proceeds to fall backwards onto his ass, grasping at the seat of his chair as a means to keep him upright. Yeah. ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Ah, drunk and combative, his favorite combination. Berserker just stares at him for a moment. An internal debate rages in his head as to whether or not he should just leave him on the floor or actually help him up. It remains to be seen which decision wins as he crosses his arms over his chest. ]

No, but you should at least get yourself under control before I have to throw you out of here myself.

[ But...fine. He pulls Trevor up and practically shoves him onto his seat. ]

And don't lie to me. I know what I felt and I know it was from you.

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[ A stumble or two back, he drops onto the seat he's shoved on and lazily stares up to his dragon bonded... who sure as hell felt that pang of heartache within the center of his chest. But, Trevor being Trevor, still decides to just... go against that. ]

Maybe it was your lover boy. Didya thin of thhhhat?

[ He points a shaky finger at the dragon as he leans in some.. and then promptly drops his head down onto the table, a grumble to follow after. ]

Just gimme another drink and I'll be fine.

[curruid_coinchenn]

Diarmuid isn't here...and it was too close to be him.

[ Berserker sighs in frustration, something Trevor can certainly feel. The urge to throttle the vampire only grows the more he sees him in this state. He's not good with dealing with his emotions, but even this level is ridiculous.

He slams his hands down on the table with some force, enough to rattle the empty glasses. ]

No. If the bartender won't cut you off, I will. [ He really needs to step away for a moment to explain what's going on. The staff here only know one of his bonded and it isn't the one he's trying to talk some sense into. ] What the fuck is wrong with you? You haven't been this sloppy drunk in months.

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[ The slamming down of dragon hands gets the vampire to startle a bit but then he's as cool as a fucking cucumber and just... waves his bonded off. ]

Don't bother. I'll go... someplace else where you won't be... [ gesturing ] ...like this.

[ CLEARLY he means slamming his hands down and all. You know, as if Berserker is the one with a problem here.

But Trevor gets himself up and nearly trips over his cloak as he does so but, somehow, doesn't. Righting himself up, that ache still throbs within the center of his chest and he begins to try and maneuver his way around the dragon. ]

Go back to work or whatever. I'm leaving.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker, of course, doesn't let him leave. His frustration is just growing with Trevor's dismissive and combative behavior, leaving him practically bristling. He grabs a hold of his arm to keep him from getting too much further. ]

If you're leaving, I'm coming with you. [ His tone makes it obvious he won't back down. He's worried and really bad at expressing that. ] I'm not letting you leave alone like this.

hector

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[ It's dusk when the knocks come, the distant sound of crickets chirping around him as he stares to the door. He has... absolutely no idea what the fuck he's doing here but, here he is. At Hector's place. Shared place, mind you, when he's not even sure if the faun is home or not. Maybe he should have checked that sooner but... he just sort of ended up here somehow.

He lacs the cheery, playful sort of aura about him he carries with him even as a vampire and, instead, seems quiet, gaze turned down, pale fingers gently tugging at his cloak around him a little more. He's not even cold. It's just something for his fingers to do. Something he can focus on somehow? Which is maybe why he's here. Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

That's definitely what he'll say instead of anything else he doesn't want to be thinking about. ]

[petcromancer]

[There's really only one person who would be knocking on Hector's door at this time of the evening. Hector's dressed in a robe and getting the animals in the cottage settled in for the night. He doesn't bother dressing to answer the door.]

Hey, you're up early.

[He's in a fine mood, a little teasing, until he studies Trevor's face a little closer. His smirk straightens out into a line.]

Everything alright?

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[ The fact that he doesn't playfully clap back about his being up early or whatever is another indicator that he's a little "off his game" as it were and he lets his gaze drift off to the side for a moment before he gives a grunt and then a wave of his hand. ]

Fine. Everything's... fine.

[ Sure doesn't sound like it. But, you know, whatever. ]

Do you have those cats here? The ones I can take?

[petcromancer]

[Hector raises an eyebrow, but steps back and gestures for Trevor to follow. He's been invited in before, so he doubts he needs to do it again. If Trevor doesn't want to talk about whatever's going on, Hector will let him keep his silence.]

You were serious about that? I've got one here that I think you'd like. Come meet him.

[The cottage is home to Cezar the pug, Everett's trained rats, a couple of velvet worms from the underground (though they prefer the shelter of the cellar), and whatever animals Hector brings home from the shelter to keep a closer eye on. A large shaggy cat looms on top of a bookshelf, keeping watch from above.]

See, there's a certain resemblance. He'll come down for a treat.

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Yes?

[ Somehow he seems so unsure about that.

But he follows along when prompted to by Hector and when he spots the cat in question, he... stares to it. He wants to smile. Wants to hold a hand out and try to beckon him closer and yet, he doesn't. He can't?? He doesn't. Instead, he stands there with his cloak wrapped around him and stares. With those blue eyes of his that seem to somehow lack a certain something within them. ]

I... don't have any treats on me.

[petcromancer]

[On a normal night, Hector would tease Trevor for his response. But there's something disquieting about the vampire's hesitation. Trevor Belmont has never, in Hector's experience, seemed helpless. He's always been stalwart, strong.

Hector puts a hand on his arm and gives him a push toward the couch. Trevor's taken care of him when he's needed it, so he can at least try to return the favor. He swallows the instinct to be an asshole and his voice goes softer.]

Luckily for you, I'm well-stocked. Sit down. I'll be right back.

[He leaves Trevor to raid the pantry, and comes back with a handful of hard little morsels that smell of fish. The cat perks his head at the scent.]

Here. Keep still and hold one of these out. You'll have made a friend in no time.

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[ Don't tell him that because he just might laugh at how stupid that sounds. But when he's pushed down to the couch, he complies, arms draped across his knees as he just... sits there. Not really saying much.

He's quiet, teeth dragging over his lower lip as he sits there and waits for Hector to return, unsure of what to say or... whatever. Does it matter? Not really. He's here to see a cat and maybe take one back. So Alucard won't be lonely while he's asleep during the day. Because that's a whole fucking thing now he has to try and navigate if he doesn't want the blond to get depressed all over again.

Lost in his thoughts, it takes him a moment to realize that Hector's returned and then ]

Sypha's gone.

[ He just... blurts that out then. Not looking up to Hector, gaze fixed on the floor in front of him. ]

I felt our bond snap and disappear when she left.

[petcromancer]

[Hector freezes partway through the motion of handing the treats off to Trevor. Sypha's...gone? Fuck. He'd liked her. She was less terrible than most people. She'd freely shared a memory of her family with him, his first real experience with a familial unit that actually loved one another.

And now she's gone.

Hector sits on the couch beside Trevor and absently holds his hand out for the cat, who hops from shelf to table to floor so he can stalk over to them.]

I'm sorry.

[No point in asking if Trevor's ok. Obviously he isn't, or he wouldn't be here, staring at Hector's floor.

So Hector takes his hand and pries it open so he can drop the treats inside. A cat is the least he can do for the Belmont right now.]

When did it happen?