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[ 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. ]

[Hector kicks Belmont with one hoof, because smacking him upside the head would involve putting down his wine bottle.]

What the fuck, Belmont? No, I don't want you to use a whip, which you use to kill people, on me in bed.

[Especially not with that attitude. A riding crop at best, Trevor, you have to work up to sex whips.]

Do I have to give you a goddamned thesis on reasons I like you?

[ He falls over and back onto the couch when he's kicked but it's all dramatics, arm draped across his chest with legs still not really on the couch. Hector's there after all. ]

As if I would use my whip for something like that.

[ If his ancestors aren't already rolling in their graves at the fact that he's a vampire, they would sure be rolling over using the Morning Star for stimulation in sex. ]

But no, no you don't. I'm just messing with you.

[ And he offers that with a gentle sort of sincerity in his tone. ]

[Hector slips his wine bottle from one hand to the other and leans over to give Trevor's head a pat. Like a big, muscly dog.]

Then I'll save it for next time you're brooding.

[Because if there's one things vampires have, it's the incurable need to brood about things.]

[ It's because he's going to outlive all of you. How can you NOT be a sad fuck at realizing the people you care about are going to die well before you?? But when Hector offers that pat to his head, he reaches up and grabs that wrist swiftly yet gently. He's been getting better at being aware of his strength now and while it looks as if he might be intending to give a little nip to the inside of the faun's wrist, instead, he presses a careful kiss there, soft as a feather, before letting Hector have his hand back. ]

For a rainy day that I'm sure to have.

[ Sighing, he tilts his head back, looking up to the ceiling. ]

I don't even know what time it is. It's all the same to me. Are you heading to bed soon?

[Fucking smooth vampire bastard. The kiss above the delicate veins of his wrist sends a shiver up his arm. He's a faun, he can't help it if his body reacts to touch way more than it should.]

I was going to, but I can stay for a little longer if you need me.

[He's trying, and probably failing, for casual with that.]

I just wanted to drop by and see how you were. Be a moody vampire bastard for a bit.

[ He grins a little to Hector as he says that, CLEARLY making fun of himself and pulls himself up to sit. ]

But if you need to sleep, I don't want to keep you from it. I know I'd hate to be kept from sleep when the sun's up.

It's fine. I keep odd hours.

[He's a little tired, sure, but it's not a big deal. If Trevor ever wanted to...hang out...during the night, Hector could nap during the day leading up to it or just sleep in the next day.]

Some of my plant experiments have to be done during the night. If you've got nothing better to do, I'll let you know next time I'm staying up for night gardening. You can come lurk and keep me company.

You mean lurk up in a tree right?

[ Yeah he's poking fun at himself for his penchant in doing that. He likes to climb trees, ok?? What's so weird about that?? ]

But alright. Good to know. For... future reference and all.

I might let you hold a trowel if I'm feeling charitable.

[As if he could drag Trevor out of his precious trees if Trevor was in a tree-lurking mood.

He won't keep Trevor longer though. His confession is an awkward weight on his shoulders, even if Trevor seems to have accepted it.]

Have a good night, then, I guess.

Oh. You're kicking me out? Well, ok.

[ He's just gonna get his ass up and off the couch then, pulling out his gloves to put on. ]

Do you want to stay?

[Hector never quite knows how to read Trevor. He might go back to his 'vampire woe is me' if Hector offers him another drink.]

There's cards or dice around here somewhere if you want to stay a while. The night is young.

I mean... are you going to bed?

[ Cause that's fucking weird to just be hanging out here in someone else's place?? ]

[ trevor ]

I can stay up. Do Sypha and Alucard never stay up with you?

[He's not trying to kick Trevor out, but Hector's somehow making this even more awkward and he's waiting for Trevor to either stay or go so he can stop putting his foot in his mouth.]

They do. But I feel bad for it.

[ Since they're on opposite schedules and all. ]

This is a lot easier to do during the fall or winter is all. Since, you know, it gets darker earlier.

[But...they don't have to be opposite. Witches can operate on a nocturnal schedule if they choose. Trevor can't survive in isolation just because it's summer.]

If you're left to yourself, you're going to brood. So sit down, drink your beer, and play a hand of cards before you go.

[[ooc: I know you're on hiatus. If you want to wrap here, I'm cool with that.]]

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