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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: ))
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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