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[ This casual shade cast at Alucard. ]

He was also fucking Dracula.

[ Most feared and powerful vampire ever pretty much. So powerful no one had ever seen him before. Just heard the stories and seen the aftermath of his ways. If only he could tell his family that he'd not only seen him but slain him, too. But, you know, they're all dead, so. Please be proud of him, Leon?? ]

Are you afraid of feeling things for people? Don't want to get attached only to be let down or left behind?

And you're Trevor Fucking Belmont.

[So suck it up. Just not literally.

Hector shrugs. He has very different views of Dracula than Trevor, and he doesn't expect Trevor to ever understand how Dracula had been before. Hector had only met him once during the time Vlad had traveled, but it had been impactful.]

Shut up. I have...feelings...for people, I just don't have bonds. I tried, and it didn't work out.

What didn't work about it? Did they disappear from here?

[ He knows that's a thing. His dragon bonded has lost two bonds already. ]

[For a man who's forgetting how to feel, Trevor's mighty curious about Hector's private affairs. Hector crosses his arms.]

No, he's still here. I did one of those potions with one of Everett's bonded, Myr, so that we could try to ambush that skeleton-centaur who attacked the house. It felt dark, and angry, and it hurt. It felt... wrong.

['The moment you came out of me, I knew you were wrong,' his mother had said, long ago, an inescapable echo in Hector's memories.]

Myr maintains two stable bonds, and he's a decent person...[Hector assumes. He's not a reliable judge of those things, but Myr is nice to Cezar, so it's probably true.]...therefore, the problem must be with me.

[ Trevor lets his gaze wander across the room as Hector explains himself and just... listens. Fingers drumming against the back of the couch, he tilts his head then, looking to the faun. ]

It felt dark and angry to you?

[ Blue eyes keep themselves on Hector. ]

Because if so, that's what you were picking up from the other person. You don't feel your own emotions through the bond. You feel what the other person is.

[Hector's brow wrinkles.]

That can't be right...

[Myr had been...single-minded in the quest to murder Adelheid, but he couldn't have been the source for all that pain. It's much easier for Hector to believe he is broken than it is to think that Myr could be.]

So what do your bonded feel from you?

Depending on the blood, when I've fed. They felt when I died as well and came back a vampire.

[ Thankfully it hadn't been traumatic?? More like a sudden snap in the bond that lasted for only a moment or two. ]

When Ciaran lost one of his bonded, I felt his pain and sadness over it. I didn't know what had happened, just that he was in pain.

[Hector's head snaps up, and he looks at Trevor with wide eyes.]

So it's like that for everyone? Then what the fuck is the point of bonds?

[Pain, sadness, death. Hector gets enough of that in his own life. He doesn't need to leech someone else's.]

For a monster? So you don't fucking lose your shit and hurt yourself or someone else.

[ Probably... worse for a vampire there?? Do fauns just lose their marbles and hurt people?? He's not sure. But there's still the possibility of ANY monster becoming feral, so. ]

Look. Would you only bond with someone if you trusted them enough?

[Hector's heard fauns can be dangerous when feral, but he's still undecided on how it weighs against being driven mad by bonds. The last full moon had been awful, but so had that day with the bonding potion.]

I don't know. Maybe.

[Hector gets up and grabs himself a bottle of wine. Trevor may not be in the mood for drinking, but Hector is now.]

Does that help?

Not really.

[ He watches Hector help himself to some wine and then just... sighs a bit. ]

Look. If it gets to the point where it's really bad and you still don't have yourself a proper bond, I'll bond with you.

[ Nevermind that would put him at four bonds but, you know, he's a fucking Belmont and Belmonts can handle anything. ]

A witch is still better than another monster but, it's better than no bond at all.

Fuck.

[At least Trevor's honest. Hector returns with his wine, and this time he sits down beside Trevor.]

That might hurt you, though.

[It would be a parasitic bond, helping one side at the expense of the other. Still, it sits strangely in Hector's mind. Trevor would bond with him. Grudgingly, if Hector can't get his shit together. He's going to need time to unpack that.]

You're not drinking your beer. Did you want something else instead?

Edited 2020-06-10 01:13 (UTC)

[ Trevor's silent for a long moment. Just.. staring off ahead even as Hector comes to drop himself down next to him on the couch. It's only after another moment that he finally turns to look to the faun. Eyes blue and... surprisingly soft. ]

I don't just come here to see you for blood, you know.

[ When Hector had reached out to him with that bone monster thing, he had come without a second thought. He might not have been doing anything at the moment, no, but... he still answered. Still dropped down from his tree and headed over. Took the time to try and show him basic weak points and how to hit something. ]

But I guess that's what you assume since I'm a vampire and all. Also a Belmont. So. Blood and killing things. That's what I'm good for.

[Trevor Belmont, and those damned blue eyes. Hector's life would be a lot less confusing without those eyes looking at him and through him.]

Belmont...Trevor...why do you think I give you my blood? Because I don't want you to change. Because I trust that you won't hurt me. Because I...like you.

[Which he wouldn't have had to say out loud if Belmont would just drink from him and feel it. Idiot.]

[ Would you rather have those shining red eyes filled with an aggressive sort of frenzy and lust, Hector?? But when Hector gives it to him like that, Trevor just... blinks. Those blue eyes of his. Staring for a long moment. ]

For... a Belmont?

[ As if Hector has ever known any other Belmonts or something. ]

[The red eyes are easier. Hector knows what those eyes are looking for when they look at him.]

Don't be obtuse.

[Hector looks away from Trevor and turns his attention to his wine. He knows Trevor isn't stupid. He'll figure it out.]

[ Just... give him a second here... ]

Wait- weren't you going on about your Everett or something?

[ As if he doesn't have two lovers. Maybe three?? Who knows what to call anything anymore. ]

Yes, I love him. But what's that got to do with this?

[Look, Hector had the same struggle when he got here. But apparently in Aefenglom, having multiple lovers is nothing strange. His faun friends set him straight on that very quickly.

Besides, it's not like he heard any complains from Trevor when he was sucking his cock.]

I'm not asking you to be my lover. [He would, but that's beside the point.] You wanted an explanation.

Oh. Right.

[ He did, so... guess he's got him there. So Trevor just sort of sits there and stares off around the room then, arm draped over the back of the couch still. ]

So... you think I'm cute or something?

[ trevor ]

[Never mind, crush on Trevor Belmont canceled.]

In the way big, dumb dogs are cute.

[This is the worst. It's bad enough Trevor thinks he needs pity bonds. He doesn't need Trevor teasing him too.]

Weren't we talking about your vampire suffering or something. Go back to that.

No no no. This is better. Much better.

[ And... ok, yeah, he might just chuckle a little. Though not to make fun of Hector. It's more at himself because... well, look at him?? Why anyone would like him is STILL beyond him even on a good day. ]

Nobody wants to hear the bullshit ramblings of a depressed motherfucker. [ A beat. ] You don't bring up Alucard and I won't bring up Dracula.

[Yes, who could ever imagine liking someone with those blue eyes and big muscled frame, and the hair that the vampire condition somehow makes look artfully tousled rather than shaggy? A goddamn mystery, that.]

I guess that's fair.

[He'll just make fun of Alucard in his head, that's fine.]

So, what, you want me to keep stroking your ego? 'Oh Trevor, you're so dashing when you lurk in trees'. 'What a fine, non-sexual whip you have.'

[ He's about to laugh a bit at that WHEN SUDDENLY ]

Did you see those, too?!

[ He blurts that out with such emotion that he throws himself upright on the couch, arms spread out in exasperation. ]

What the bloody hell? Whips are not for sex. They're for hunting and killing bastards that go bump in the night. Who thinks of these things? Is this a vampire thing? No. I don't think it's a vampire run place and they'd be more into bloodplay and sadistic things I would think. But really. Can you believe that?

[ He's... still so shocked over this. Clearly. ]

[Still up in arms about that, huh? Hector had gotten a good laugh, reading about it on Stiles' post.]

Belmont, I lived at Dracula's castle for a year while it was filled with the most depraved generals he could recruit from across the known world. I didn't want to know that basically every instrument of torture can be applied to sex, but there's no telling a centuries-old vampire to keep their toys out of communal spaces.

[He'd been forced to witness Godbrand's boat=making, and in the good dining hall, no less. Whips seem positively tame in comparison.]

So is that why you like me? Cause you think I'll take out some weird sex whip thing and use it on you because I'm a vampire?

[ Yep. That's pretty much what he took away from that. ]

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