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( OPEN ) i'm running out of time

Who: Trevor Belmont and you!
When: The day/night before and night of the full moon
Where: Aefenglom
What: An assortment of interactions with Treffy leading up to the full moon where his bloodlust finally becomes too much to handle.
Warnings: Swearing, Trevor being Trevor, moments of panic, possible blood drinking. A mixed bag really.

01-a. i'm going through withdrawals. ( the day before )
[ The blizzard might have taken a hike but all this snow sure as hell hasn't and Trevor's had to stop for the fourth time to take his one boot off and smack it against the nearest wall to rid the inside of snow that's managed to somehow get in there.

He has his fluffy cloak wrapped around him but it's not like he needs it that much what with his body temperature slowly but surely dropping like the weather's. The hood's up, though. The sun or brightness of the sky doesn't cause him any pain but it sure as hell makes him feel tired a lot faster. So, the hood's up while he's out like this. But it's another day in this godforsaken place and another day of having to deal with the shitty hand he's been dealt here and he somehow keeps getting snow in his stupid boot??

Annoyed, he hurls his boot in a fit of stupid anger and stands there. On one leg. Hand against the wall he'd been smacking his boot against. Missing a boot.

Yeah.

Luckily it didn't go too far? So with a bit of a hop, he pinches the bridge of his nose. Just... take a deep breath. ]

Hey. Could you- pass me that? Didn't mean to chuck it all the way over there.

[ Except he sort of did??? ]

01-b. the city's cold and empty. ( the day before )
[ Wandering the snow-covered city during the day hours has caused Trevor to drop himself under the first tree he finds and just. Lay there. In the snow. Wrapped up in his fluffy cloak. Dozing off. Just like that. The day exhausts him the more he's out in it, even with overcast skies and with feeling even more drained than he normally does he just decides fuck it. A tree has always been good enough for him for a napping spot.

Arms crossed, legs stretched out, maybe he can sleep this off. Until he hears someone or something close by(??) and grumbles to himself, though doesn't bother to open his eyes or move at all. ]

Scram. Get your own tree.

02. i'm drowning in the night. ( the night before )
[ Finding Trevor holed up in whatever bar or tavern he's managed to find for himself on an evening like this is just another day that ends in y, really. He's near the back of the place, table to himself, large glass of whatever ale he's taken a liking to for the night nearly half finished, and about two or three bowls of snack food around him which he continues to pop into his mouth about every three seconds or so. Needless to say, doesn't take him long to finish those off.

Beneath the table, his leg bounces, teeth chewing on the pad of his thumb and eyes looking both wide and concerned about something. About someone. About him. He's starting to think that maybe coming here was a bad idea. Something inside him feels unsettled. But if he can distract himself with the snacks and drinks, maybe he can fool himself into thinking it's all in his head? It's stupid but that mind over matter shit is a thing, right?

So, hope you don't mind a desperate Trevor leaning over to your table and reaching for whatever drink or food you have there. ]

You're not going to finish that, are you? So... let me take that off your hands for you. Thanks.

03. when i'm like this you're the one i trust | full moon (blood)lust.
[ It starts with what can be described as hunger pains when he wakes. Must have forgotten to eat yesterday. But as fingers clutch tight at his chest, his mind spirals into a panic at what this sudden pain is. Thirst. He's thirsty and it's not for a cold beer. It's for something warm. Something dark and flowing through the veins of every living creature around him and he can hear it. Their heartbeats. Thump. Thump. Thump. The blood pumping from their hearts and flowing through their veins. It's loud like running water and it hurts not only within the center of his chest, but down his throat as well.

Trevor's out the door and in the snow. Eyes wide, fingers trembling as they clutch the center of his shirt. Shit this is a sort of pain he's never quite felt before and he honest to god has no idea if he can fight this until the full moon passes.

He stumbles in the snow, trying to get away from the general populace in hopes that it might lessen the pain, lessen everything that he feels and hears. He goes to take his whip from his side as a means to catapult him over the buildings, but it hurts and he swears under his breath as he drops the Morning Star to the snow. Shit. It's down the alley he goes, stumbling against stone walls and fighting through the snow as he hurries, pulling himself along the walls. ]

Get out of my way- move!

[ Anyone in his way he narrowly avoids, pushing them aside with his shoulder or even shoving them down to the ground as he takes off. Faster. Harder. He needs to get away from everyone. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

He trips over his own feet and stumbles into the snow, rolling down a hill and smacking into a tree. Everything hurts, but it's not from his fall. It's from what he denies himself, what the full moon tries to convince him that he needs. Scrambling, a shaky hand clutches at the tree and he kneels there, crouched over, trying to breathe when his throat feels as though it's closing up on him almost. He can't do this. There's no fucking way he can hold off when he feels as though he's burning from the inside. ]

(( Trevor's first dealings with bloodlust! o/ feel free to shoot me a PM or PP ourselves on plurk if you'd like to discuss anything/set something up with him. c: ))

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[ The growl immediately puts him on the defensive, completely prepared to do what he has to in order to survive now -- but it doesn't come to that. He's grateful, if only because it's easier. As Trevor releases him, he relaxes once again, laying back completely. That was a much more draining (ha...) experience than he'd expected. His heart pounds in chest and his breathing is heavy, unable to control those reactions as much as he'd like to be able to. It was...intense.

The sound of something wet splashing against the snow catches his attention, though not enough to lift his head. Berserker's mind is elsewhere right now, distracted and distant. What just happened was incredibly intense and exhausting on a different level. It isn't until he hears his name that he snaps out of whatever haze he's in. ]

I'm fine. [ His voice sounds much weaker than before, even a little bit shaky -- it's frustrating. He doesn't lift his head still or even try to sit up. He does place a hand on his neck where he'd been bitten, still damp from his own blood and Trevor's mouth. The chill in the air makes it sting. ] You stopped and that's all that matters...You still have humanity in you.

[ The gentle touch to the side of his neck even as he fed told him that and the way he said his name. In Berserker's mind, Trevor would never succumb to being nothing more than a bloodthirsty beast because he still clung to that shred of humanity even when he was in such a thrall to his instincts. ]

Edited 2019-12-05 05:36 (UTC)

[ Bloody fingers tremble as they reach out for the dragon but come to pause when he sees the blood at Beserker's neck. Blood he has in his mouth, on his lips, down his chin, on his fingers. Blood he drank and didn't want to stop drinking like some sort of alcoholic. The thought makes him feel sick again and he turns to throw up again. Not as much this time. Mostly due to his nerves and the shock of what he's done despite Beserker's offer to do so. ]

I'm sorry, I- did I take too much?

[ He can't believe he actually said that. ]

Can you... move? Do you need- fuck. Something?

[ Bandages? First-aid? SOMETHING?? ]

[ It's the cold of the snow against his wings and tail that finally get him to sit up. He's woozy and his head's spinning after that -- he hasn't lost this much blood in awhile, not since he's had a mortal body. Berserker gives him a mildly grumpy look. Something he wants to say but doesn't is that Trevor needs a towel to clean himself up. That's unnecessarily cruel right now. ]

Like I said...I'm fine. I just need a little bit to deal with the feeling.

[ His Bonded are probably wondering what the fuck happened to make him react the way he did; it wasn't quite a near-death experience, but it's beyond his usual muted reactions.

He takes his hand away from his neck, the blood flow stopping. ]

Are you alright?

[ His own bonded is sure to have felt the panic and slight slip into madness he experienced prior to the euphoric bliss in drinking blood and so they both have some explaining to do later probably. But Trevor can't even begin to focus on that because he's on his knees there in the snow. Covered in blood. Beserker's blood. And he doesn't know what the fuck to do.

The question of whether he's alright or not leaves him... fuck, he has no idea. He has no idea and probably needs to just get the hell out of here before he decides to puke some more at what he's done. But he can't just ditch Beserker like this. Not after what he did for him, despite his being angry at himself for giving in. The pain has stopped. The spinning of his head no longer makes him feel dizzy or like he's about to pass out. If he's honest? He feels fucking incredible. As if his senses are dialing on 100 and the air itself is so crisp and clear in how he sees it. ]

Forget about me.

[ He blurts that out as he stares to the dragon. ]

Do you... need something? I don't know. You should be warm.

[ Berserker is very cold and he's can't quite tell how much of that is the fact he's sitting in snow in the winter air and how much of it is the blood loss. He's not about to ask for Trevor to get close to him so he can leech off his body warmth right now; it feels...inappropriate after what just happened. That and he's stubborn as hell and still won't ask for help even when he really does need it. ]

I'm cold, but I'll live. [ Ignore how pale he is and how starkly the tattoos on his face stand out against his skin right now. He pushes himself to stand and stumbles on shaky legs, but he refuses to fall. ] It's nothing I can't manage.

[ If he can't survive a little blood loss, what kind of Celt is he? Nevermind it was a considerable amount of blood... ]

[ It's a damn good thing he'll live since the last thing Trevor needs is accidentally killing someone from getting carried away with drinking blood. He... still can't believe he did that but he can have his mental breakdown over that later. Right now, Berserker is stumbling as he stands and with with swift movements, he's right there beside the dragon all of a sudden. Guess it pays to drink blood, huh? ]

Just like a hangover, right?

[ Maybe?? But without even thinking about it, Trevor wipes his bloody fingers on his pants and carefully pulls his shirt off over the backs of his shoulders. It's not the Belmont shirt (thank god) but a simple white cotton one since he had been sleeping prior to this and all. The cold air touches at his exposed skin but it... doesn't bother him. At all. Tanned skin is slightly more pale and he has his own fair share of scars but otherwise, there's nothing horrifying to see. No secret third nipple or anything. ]

Here. It's not much but...

[ Even as he explains, he holds it out and tries to put it around Berserker as a means to keep him warm. Sorry, pal. He didn't run off into the snow with his fluffy cloak. This will just have to do. ]

[ Trevor's sudden appearance by his side catches him off guard and he takes a defensive pose for just a moment. His nerves are a little frayed right now in addition to everything else happening. And then...and then the dumbest thing he's seen Trevor do yet happens in front of him.

There are two large flaws in his plan and they are growing out of Berserker's back. He firmly pushes the shirt back towards the other man with a displeased look. ]

Put your shirt back on... [ Though...curiosity gets the better of him. He puts his hand on Trevor's bare arm, amazed at how warm he feels. His own skin is cool and a little clammy. The heat coming from the vampire is immediately enticing and he has to fight the urge to pull him into a weird huge. ] But I guess you don't need it right now.

[ "You're welcome." ]

Now there's something you don't hear everyday.

[ It's mumbled in jest mostly to himself but he stands there with his shirt hanging from his fingers and stares to the dragon even as he touches at his arm. He... has wings. Yeah. He knew that. Really. But with having lost the amount of blood that he has and the winter chill cool against exposed skin, he can't help but feel like he should do something as a means to help his pal here. The question is just what. ]

Do you- I mean... you live around here? I could just, you know, take you there. Make us even.

[ Berserker hesitates to answer. He's been trying to avoid staying too close to Diarmuid right now, if only because he knows he can be especially dangerous on the full moons. That shouldn't be a concern anymore, given that there's no mist interfering with the effect of his Bond. Still, though...

He shifts closer to Trevor and his tempting warmth, but he keeps his hands to himself. ]

I can take myself there. [ Doubtful as he's still wobbly on his feet. Flying is out of the question, too. ] But if you're going to insist, I live in an apartment nearby. You can take me there.

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[ Of course he's going to insist??? It's the least he can do for snacking on you like a starved lunatic, Berserker. So, with a glance over thataway, he nods and proceeds to tie his shirt around his neck like a cape. Yep. Not even going to bother putting it on. This is just quicker?? Whatever. ]

Good thing it's not the other side of town then, right?

[ Shifting then, he gently maneuvers about so that he can have Berserker wrap his arm around his shoulders and press against him as a means to make it easier with walking. You know, allow for the bulk of his weight to fall on Trevor while keeping him steady. ]

This good or do you prefer my back?

[ He doesn't want to assume ok? ]

[ Normally he'd fuss and fight about Trevor shouldering his weight (he can walk on his own in his somewhat deluded mind, thank you very much!), but it gets him closer to that warmth he'd been trying so hard to ignore. Instead of pushing him away and refusing the help, he hugs him in close, maybe a little bit too close. It's fine. ]

...I don't need help walking. [ He's so warm, it's perfect. It cuts the chill from the air and makes this a little more bearable. ] But this is fine.

[ It's not a terribly far walk, at least -- he'd gone out to isolate himself from Diarmuid. He doesn't really need to do it anymore as he's not in danger of going feral, but he's gun shy after the incident with the mists. Losing control like he did (and most of his memories of just what he did) wasn't a pleasant experience and he doesn't want to risk hurting his Bonded. After this draining incident, he'll be glad to see him again. ]

[ You're welcome then?? But Trevor doesn't bother to draw attention to the fact that Berserker is pressed against him regardless of his words and just starts to make his way in whatever direction is to take him to the dragon's place of residence here in this world. Steady and slow. Never stepping too quickly. Keeping it at whatever pace the dragon is comfortable with. ]

You should... probably eat something when you're back. Or lay down. Or eat first and then lay down.

I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me. And don't feel guilty over what you did...It's not like you could control it.

[ That's the problem, isn't it? The lack of control. That was his problem with his instincts and what came with them. It wouldn't surprise him that (beyond the other hangups Trevor had about being a vampire) that's what bothered him more than anything else.

He still keeps himself as close as he can, maybe a little uncomfortably so. Even as they reach his apartment, he's reluctant to let him go. It'll be warm inside, he's sure, but Trevor's right here...Oh, this is weird and kind of pathetic. ]

[ No, he couldn't. He could have tried harder, sure. But if the pain had been that unbearable with only the beginning of the full moon, he's not so sure how long he would have lasted with trying to wait it out as he initially planned to. He can still feel the adrenaline from swallowing down Berserker's blood. How it had filled and satisfied him in a way nothing else ever has in his life before. In the moment, nothing else mattered but having his blood and the thought is terrifying for what it might mean for him the more his transformation happens.

Is blood the only thing he'll care about once he's completely a vampire?

So he's quiet for the duration of their little stroll here and when they reach Berserker's apartment, he stops just outside, giving a curious glance out of the corner of his eye to the dragon who so tightly presses himself against him. He just... chalks it up to him being weakened right now. Yeah. No big deal. ]

Do you need help inside?

[ He pushes himself away from Trevor and towards the stoop. Thankfully, he lives on the ground floor so there's no stairs to contend with. ]

No.

[ He promptly slumps down without the support with a frustrated growl, key clutched in one hand. So close.

Yes. Yes, he does need help inside. ]

[ Ok, that sure looks like a guy- dragon?? who needs help getting in but he knows the whole stubborn song and dance himself so he just... stands there. Awkwardly. Hand rubbing against his neck before he sighs. ]

Maybe I'll just... use the bathroom. Then be on my way.

[ Nice and subtle, right? ]

Fine.

[ Berserker grabs the doorknob to lift himself up and leans on the door as he unlocks it. By the grace of some merciful god, he doesn't fall inside when he opens the door, though he still holds onto it for support.

He stumbles into the entranceway like a drunkard, claws digging into the wall to steady himself. ]

Down the hall and to the right. See yourself out when you're done.

[ He's just gonna...sit down out of the way close to the door. He's fine, he doesn't need help. ]

[ Trevor lingers back as Berserker more or less stumbles his way on in and he just... stands there. Trying to figure out what to do here. He knows what it's like to just want to be left alone, to shrug off any attempt of concern or assistance from those around him and he really can't blame him for doing so. Berserker seems like a prideful fucker if he had to take a guess there.

But, stepping in, he crouches down in front of the dragon, arms draped across his knees and looks to him a little more sympathetically than he often does. ]

How about I take you to your bed or wherever and we just forget this whole fucking thing happened? Deal?

[ He really, really wants to be left alone with how pathetic he is. He was just going to throw himself on the sofa and be done with it, but his bed does sound like a better option. That way his immediate pallor won't freak Diarmuid out the second he walks in the door; he'll have to work for it instead.

With an annoyed growl, Berserk relents. ]

Fine. If it will get you to leave me alone.

After the bathroom.

[ He makes sure to add that in with just the hint of a smile before he puffs out a sigh and shifts then the help maneuver Berserker's arm around his neck again, his own tightly wrapping around the dragon's back. ]

Up we go. Mind the gravity and all that. There's lots of it in here.

Shut up.

[ He is the fussiest man in all existence right now. Weakness is not something he deals with well and Trevor, the cause of it, gets to deal with the fact he can't deal with it. Berserker hauls himself up with an annoyed grunt and motions to the back hallway. ]

There. Last door. Just get me in there and leave me alone. I'll be fine.

[ Keeping the bulk of the dragon's weight against him, Trevor takes careful steps in leading Berserker to the indicated room. Nice and slow. Mindful of how woozy everything must be for the dragon. Taking it one step at a time. Literally.

When he's there at the door, he pushes it open with his bare shoulder and helps Berserker in, not really bothering to give much of a glance around the place since... it's a room?? Not much to really see aside from locating the bed, which he guides Berserker over to so that he can carefully drop down to it. ]

You good?

[ It's a room, normally inhabited by two people. There really isn't much to be said beyond that, honestly. Once he's safely on the bed, Berserker lets himself lay down. Well, that's a generous assessment -- in reality, he flops down like a wet sack. ]

I told you I'm fine. You can go.

[ Though...Against his better judgement: ]

If you need my blood again, I will give it to you.

[ Now that he knows what to expect, it won't be as bad next time...right? ]

[ He's about to leave, really. What with Berserker now flopped down onto his bed and able to just pass out if he so chooses. He should... also probably put his shirt on proper and not wear it as some makeshift cape but. He'll get there.

But then the dragon speaks and Trevor finds himself stopping at the doorway, back to him, eyes lingering on the floor ahead. That's... he doesn't really know what to make of it. It's appreciated? But he also... doesn't want to drink blood again. Even though he knows he'll succumb to the thirst at some point once again.

He's at a loss for what to say. He'll keep it in mind? Don't worry about it? Thought we were going to pretend this never happened? All of that seems wrong, somehow, and when he finally speaks, it's soft and with a glance over his shoulder. ]

Thanks.

[ That's... all he can really say. About the offer, about what Berserker did for him. There's nothing more to say than that, right? So, with a sigh, he gives a lazy wave back to the dragon. ]

Sweet dreams.

[ And leaves him to sleep it off. ]

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