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[closed] oh he hates him so much

Who: Trevor Belmont and Hector
When: early part of the month
Where: The Coven and wherever else
What: Bonding things
Warnings: Trevor being Trevor, swearing, possible blood drinking, nsfw shenanigans

[ The sun is coming to set when Trevor makes his way to The Coven and it's a little strange to find himself here again. He's only ever been here a grand total of three times and all for Bond purposes but... that's pretty much why anyone comes here, right? Unless you're a witch, he supposes, but. Who knows there. Does Alucard even do spell stuff?? He feels like he should know the answer to that but, then again, the blond still seems to have some hang ups on being the very thing his mother was accused of being and paid the ultimate price for at the hands of the fucking Church which is full of shit as far as he's concerned. So, he gets it. But it's also almost been a year since they've both found themselves here and so, you know, he just figures the blond would have moved on by now. But it's different for everyone.

And why is he even thinking of this in the first place??

Right. The Coven. For witches and Bonds and things.

He's set to meet Hector here and he knows the faun won't keep him waiting since he figures Hector probably has some THOUGHTS about the witches and all here himself; just look how long it took him to be willing to Bond after all. So, with cloak wrapped around him to look like a bad vampire bitch (or something...) he arrives with a short wave to the faun when he spots him and no, he didn't dress up for this or anything. This is Trevor Belmont ok? But at least he doesn't look like a damn mess?? There's that. For now. ]

Just so you know, I didn't prepare any sort of speech or anything for this because it's fucking weird no matter how many times I do it.

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[Hector doesn't hate witches. He used to be something like one, before he became a monster here. He just doesn't trust in general, and it took time to learn to trust a few specific people.

But here he is, headed to the Coven with Trevor. It's somehow worked out that he has two monsters to bond to, so at least he's gone through this once before. So he's not a complete nervous wreck.

That was a very different situation, though, and Everett handled all the planning for that first ceremony. Left to his own devices, Hector's feeling a little lost. He's worn one of his nicer outfits, and he has a package with him, which he drums his fingers on.

It's a bit of a relief, that Trevor is exactly as he always is. Hector lets out a breath.]

I didn't either. I'm not one for writing vows or whatever the bond-equivalent is.

[He looks down at the package, then back to the vampire.]

Got you something. Some bonded do gifts, and I wasn't sure.... It's no silver axe, but I think you'll be able to use it.

[Despite the temptation to get something from the Worse Dragon store, the package contains a new belt, with plenty of little loops and clips for attaching various weaponry.]

[ Hector offers him that package- that gift and that's when the record scratch comes and Trevor just sort of STARES down to it because... shit. Was he supposed to bring a gift as well? He's... never done that before???

The surprise and confusion is written all over his face as he rubs a hand along the nape of his neck and he tilts his head to the side, blue eyes averting their gaze slightly. ]

Oh... thanks. I... didn't bring you anything? [ Jesus Christ. ] I didn't know I was supposed to.

[Huh, that must be one of the things Everett does with his bonded that most people don't do? Hector wasn't sure if it was or not. He shrugs.]

It's fine. I owe you for that axe you gave me. And I thought this would suit you.

[God, he feels like he's fucking this up already. He reaches for where he thinks Trevor's elbow will be under his cape so he can pull Trevor along into the coven building. Physically moving away from more potentially awkward situations.]

Come on. No sense waiting around.

But I... didn't even look at it yet?

[ Hector has other plans apparently as he's being pulled along towards the entrance of The Coven Bonding Building or whatever and he just... kinda stumbles along after him. So graceful that Trevor Belmont.

Stepping inside, he straightens up the best he can and takes a moment to gather himself as he takes a look around the place. Same as before, still... weird, kind of. Maybe because it's a little too similar to how a Church is. Or that's just what he thinks. Either way, he never seems to burst into flames entering these places, so. There's that. ]

Did you want to do something after this is all said and done?

[Hector stops. Fuck, he's making a mess of this whole thing.]

Sorry. You can open it if you want.

[He's... unexpectedly nervous. Like he's going to finally fuck this up enough and Trevor will change his mind about the bond.]

We can go out for a drink after. Alcohol, not... me. That's what people do to celebrate, right?

[Hector's been to very few parties, and most of them have been here, as a faun.]

[ Taking a moment to stop, he hums a bit in regards to the whole going out to get a drink of alcohol thing as he busies himself with opening up the gift and when he sees what it is... he just sort of stares for a long moment. Quiet. It's only after what must feel like FOREVER for the faun that he then takes it out of the box to get a better look at it and smiles a bit before tossing his gaze over to Hector. ]

Sure. We'll get a drink after.

[ Setting the gift back in the box, he moves past Hector to head inside but comes to brush the tips of his fingers across the faun's neck with a murmured thank you close to his temple as he goes. Small things and gestures from Trevor Belmont. ]

[Trevor tortures Hector with his deliberation, but the judgement, when he finally pronounced it is... good? Just the barest touch, the whisper of thanks, and Hector’s heart is suddenly pounding.

Fuck, Trevor’s going to pick up on feelings with the bond, isn’t he? Worse than with the blood. Which is the thing that he’s warned Hector about repeatedly.

Well, that’s going to happen. Trevor’s going to feel that he has... feelings. It can’t come as much of a shock, but still.

Fuck, maybe it should’ve been drinks before, not after.

He follows Trevor inside, heart still going at a crazy beat. At least he knows where to go.]

I’ll let the witches know we’re here so we can get started.

[ Trevor hangs back with his gift tucked under his arm as Hector wanders off to find the Witches for this Bonding thing of theirs. Honestly, he's... not a huge fan of this?? Not because it's painful or anything, but because he always feels awkward with the whole speech part of it all, never seeming to know what to say aside from "what he said" more or less.

But this time is a little different as well as he's doing this after having a lost a Bond himself and he just... part of him isn't sure he wants to deal with that again? Especially when it's someone he cares about... which he guesses Hector is now and he... has no idea how that happened. Then again, he has no idea how any of his feelings ever happened, so. Yeah.

So he lingers there for a little longer before just making his way on in to get on with the ceremony, even though he's sure there's going to be A LOOK with it being two monsters and not a witch and a monster; he'd gotten that the last time when he and Berserker bonded after all. ]

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[Trevor's predictions aren't wrong. Hector was just here for another monster-monster bond, and he has yet to form a permanent witch bond. He, at least, is getting the stink-eye from a few Coven witches.

But in spite of that, he does want this. He gets the required witches to assemble, and gestures for Trevor to join them.

There's a moment for an exchange of words before the ceremonial spell begins. Where vows would go, if you were inclined to such. Hector doesn't think his and Trevor's bond is the vow-making type. He's not sure what exactly to say to fill the silence, and he stands stiffly, trying not to nervously clomp his hooves on the tile floor.]

Umm, so... thank you for agreeing to this. I hope you'll find this bond mutually beneficial. I'm, uh, glad that I'm here. With you.

[He's treading on the side of 'vague', because he could say something about feelings or devotions, but he's not sure if Trevor wants that.]

[ He knew this was going to be awkward from the get-go but, here he is. With Hector. Willing to go through this because... yeah. Feelings. Or something. Maybe.

Standing there, he doesn't pay much mind to the witches that are there and listens to what Hector offers him in terms of their Bondly Speech. It's about as awkward as he expected and he knows he's not going to be any better at this. But, he does want to try and not leave Hector hanging here with doing all the... expressing himself sort of thing. In a way. Kind of. ]

I'm... not a witch and so I can't completely offer you that sort of magical balance or whatever it is we need as monsters.

[ Just putting that out there, even if they both know it. ]

But you're someone who I'll do my best to keep out of trouble and just... be there for you. Whenever you need me. For whatever reason. I'm yours to protect you however I can.

[Hector's focus narrows to just Trevor. His lips part into a silent, 'oh'.

Someone to be there. Someone to protect him. That's... that's all Hector's ever really wanted from another person. What had seemed so impossible, back on Earth.

There's no way Trevor's not going to feel how shaken he is, once the spell is complete.

He swallows, trying to find his voice.]

...don't want a witch. I want you. So whatever it takes to keep you you, I'll do without hesitation.

[ He's about to say something along the lines of how he SHOULD get himself a witch and he knows Hector knows this but... just decides not to. Not when Hector looks at him like that. So, standing there in slight awkward silence, he rubs at the back of his neck then before he reaches out and, gently so, reaches for the faun's hand, cool fingers holding his. ]

Then you have me. Forever how long.

[Hector's not certain he could say anything else without his voice wobbling. So the awkward silence stretches on as they stand, hand in hand, and wait for the spell to take hold.

When it does, Trevor will be privy to Hector's feelings, which are currently doing a frenzy of sidesteps to keep from tripping over the 'L' word. Fucking Trevor Belmont, making him feel so safe and secure, what a bastard.]

[ He really is a bastard and he knows it. Usually.

But when the spell takes hold of them and their... lives?? Souls?? Essence?? come to be bound to each other, Trevor blinks those blue eyes of his as he takes in that familiar sort of sensation of the Bond taking hold and just... glances away then. Yeah, he... definitely feels something from Hector and Hector himself might feel the dull ache that lingers within his heart at having lose someone he cares for. Not a fun thing but, he did warn him. ]

Well... that was fun.

[ A glance to the witches then, he gives a tug on Hector's hand. ]

We'll just be going then.

[Hector gives the witches a parting nod, and lets Trevor drag him out of the Coven. The pain he feels through the bond.... Hector's known plenty of hurt in his life, but this particular brand is new. Losing someone you love only happens if you have someone to love in the first place. Hector is just now getting around to that.]

Right. Drinks. My treat.

[He's curious if alcohol will numb it, the way people suggest it does. He has a feeling the hole Sypha left is too deep for beer to fill.]

You'll have to steer us to a bar you haven't been banned from yet, Belmont.

[ Fingers come to slip between Hector's as they go and... yeah that sure is some hand holding going on there. But it's meant as a sort of reassurance perhaps. To remind Hector that he's here with him. Or maybe as a silent apology for having him feel the dull ache that he continues to try and ignore day by day. Or maybe it's more for himself... to know that he has someone here with him.

Regardless of the reason, he makes his way through the streets with the faun, cloak gently curling around him every now and then when a breeze drifts by. ]

This isn't Wallachia.

[ GEEZ. ]

Sometimes I don't know if I prefer that or not. I think when I first came here I didn't. But now... I don't know. I'll have been here for a year in a few weeks.

[~~Oooh Mr Belmont ooh, hand-holding in public!~~

Hector keeps close to Trevor's side, where the fluttering folds of his cloak can shield this little display of affection. Hector is still unused to such gestures, and his instinct is to hide it to protect it. Despite the pain in the bond, Hector is pleased to have Trevor's hand in his.]

I know what I prefer.

[He's made that clear enough. But Trevor is different. He has obligations in Wallachia. A Speaker Witch he loves, who is presumably there again, and an asshole dhampir still here. Plus the other bond, that mysterious dragon, as an unknown factor. And now Hector. He hopes he is part of the equation.]

Since you're here now, you might as well enjoy all that you can. There's no disloyalty in that.

[And if the opportunity ever arises where they can choose whether to stay or go... well, they will have to cross that bridge when they get there. Hector's grip on Trevor's hand tightens.]

Enjoy being a bloodsucker, right?

[ Though, truthfully, he's gotten BETTER at dealing with and accepting that. He still has his moments of not entirely being pleased with it and the fact that he never really gets to see sunlight anymore sort of... sucks. Vampire pun NOT intended. But with the cooler months of fall and winter gently creeping in, it means he'll be able to be out more what with the sun setting much earlier than it does during the long summer months.

So, at least Hector will be able to see him more soon. ]

I know we're supposed to go get drinks and whatever but... did you want to go somewhere else instead?

[Hector stops walking.]

Is it really so bad? You don’t have to live in hiding here. You aren’t hurting anyone... and the drinking is pleasant, isn’t it?

[Hector’s always enjoyed giving blood, and Trevor’s never complained about receiving it. He hopes it’s not so terrible for Trevor, being undead.]

We can go anywhere you want. Have something in mind, or just don’t feel like drinking?

[ Trevor doesn't bother to answer either of Hector's questions and, instead, pulls the faun in close against him and drops his lips down to his for a kiss. The trickle of emotion felt through their newly forged Bond is unlike anything felt whenever Trevor drinks from Hector and it has him clutching slender pale fingers tightly to the faun's arms as he just... lets himself feel it. That emotion. Bright and warm as it is.

It's only after a moment that he let his the kiss break, lips still lingering close against Hector's while fingers lessen their tight hold on those arms. ]

I... just wanted to. Kiss you.

[Trevor's probably used to the feel of Hector's heartbeat quickening when those chill lips touch his. But now he's treated to the emotions that accompany it. Lust, pleasure, hope.]

Mmmm. Alright. Come home with me?

[He'll never say no to finding somewhere private to kiss Trevor. Hector will take him out ~~for a date~~ to celebrate some other time.]

I... might also... kind of want to drink your blood.

[ Just... going to put that out there and all and Hector might feel a gentle blip of hesitation in Trevor asking. ]

It's just that, with Bonded- or at least with Ciaran, it's... deeper when I do. I'm not sure how to explain it. Possibly seeing memories aside, that is. It just tastes different somehow.

[ As if it's the sweetest blood he's ever had. ]

[On Hector's end, there's no hesitation. He rises up to kiss Trevor again.]

Now I'm curious. I wonder if it'll feel different for me, too.

[Part horny faun, part mad scientist. He tugs on Trevor's hand]

Come on. I promised you a drink, and I can't start breaking vows to my bonded on night one.

[ Not about to let himself be left behind, he follows along after Hector with a bit of a smile on his lips as he goes. The fact that Hector is always so willing to offer him his blood when he needs or wants it is... appreciated, among other things. Funny to think they've somehow managed to find themselves here now and Bonded now, too, no less. ]

I imagine you might feel whatever it is I feel maybe. From drinking your blood. Maybe.

[ Berserker's never seemed to really mention anything about that... but then again, they both usually end up screwing whenever blood drinking happens, so. Who knows. ]

[To be fair, a lot of Hector and Trevor's drinking sessions also end in screwing. But there's a rush of excitement at the prospect of feeling what it is like from Trevor's end. Hector has no desire to be a vampire, but he'd love to know.]

That's fascinating.

[It's a nice enough night, Hector's tempted to find some secluded garden and try it here and now. But no, it's their bonding night, he should probably offer Trevor a bed and at least pretend he's not an absolute heathen. He is going to walk faster, though.]

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