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[miraclewhip]

Only if you ask, I promise.

[ COPING WITH TURNING INTO A MONSTER BY HITTING ON A VAMPIRE: A SELF HELP NOVEL BY TREVOR BELMONT. ]

You're right about needing to make some distance. A mess like this is going to attract all kinds of shit I don't want to deal with. [ More monsters, local wildlife, people with questions- it's that last one that concerns him. ] How are you with running water? There'll be a bridge about an hour's march north.

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[FUCKING EXCUSE ME. Adrian honestly almost chokes at that.

But-- right. Back to business.]

I'll slow down. Though, there may be an easy way to work around that.

[miraclewhip]

[ The reaction gets an honest to goodness laugh out of him, at least. He probably shouldn't be putting an uneasy friendship with the only ally he has at risk for the sake of his own amusement, but- it's nice, to pretend that things are some form of normal if only for a moment. His tone is warmer when he continues, almost genuine concern. ]

Just slow down? Will you be okay otherwise? How to work around it?

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[That's incredibly rude and Adrian isn't going to hide how he looks a bit put out. But, at the same time, he is a little glad to hear something... pleasant from Trevor. He doesn't think he's heard a genuine laugh out of him ever.]

You'll carry me, of course.

[A beat, then with clarification:] I will transform into a bat and stay on you. If you can move for me, then it won't be an issue.

[miraclewhip]

Oh. Yeah, that's probably easier than scattering the bridge with grave dirt.

[ Much, much easier, since grave dirt is one of the few ridiculous things he doesn't make a point of carrying around. He kicks dirt over the fire and sets about walking again, leaving the mess of demons behind them. It'll attract wild animals, the wild animals will make a half-decent distraction to slow down the next wave. ]

Could carry you without you being a bat, if you wanted. It'd just be weirder.

[reposing]

Probably yes.

[Adrian keeps up with his pace, then sighs with a small roll of his eyes.]

Weirder for whom? I'm not even convinced you could carry my weight.

[miraclewhip]

Weirder for everyone.

[ ALL HUMAN CONTACT FALLS UNDER THE BELMONT'S DEFINITION OF 'WEIRD'. He looks Adrian over, considering. ]

'course I could.

[ watch what you say next, adrian, because he's about 5 seconds away from trying to demonstrate. ]

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How fortunate that it's just you and me, then. No one else to be privy to our shenanigans.

[because that's what they are]

For a few seconds, maybe. Not for a whole bridge.

[miraclewhip]

True. Nobody to see.

[ And after a moment more of what can only very charitably be described as thought, he leans down to catch Adrian’s knees above his arm and sweep him up. ]

There. Now it’s weird.

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[Really, Adrian doesn't know what he expected. That maybe his weight would be enough to make Trevor buckle and decide it's a terrible idea after all, but the man is deceptively strong.

Trying to steady himself does not make it any less bizarre: he's put his arms around Trevor's neck, very carefully not making a sound, but it's still-- Trevor carrying him. Like he's a fucking princess.]

You're making it weird.

[miraclewhip]

You issued the challenge.

[ It wasn’t a challenge, Trevor. He’s laughing again, shaking Adrian around a little with the force of it.

Even now, even after everything, he’s still a fucking idiot. ]

Demonstration enough for you?

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[It's that genuine laughter from before, so terribly rare, and how awful that truth is but he's earned it twice now. Adrian turns his head, as if to hide his smile, not wanting to just give him any satisfaction.]

Yes, you've proven what an oaf you are. Put me down already, you're not carrying me all the way to the bridge.

[miraclewhip]

Maybe I don’t want to.

[ He kind of does want to. Adrian isn’t extraordinarily heavy for a man his height, but Trevor is still tired and weakened and probably ought to be sparing his energy for things that are actually important. But this is funny, and it’s the most human contact he’s has in a decade. And-

It’s probably not appropriate even by his standards to be dragging Adrian around against his will when this all began because he’s a kidnapper. He hurriedly puts Adrian down after a moment, awkwardly. ]

Ah. Right. Sorry.

[reposing]

[There are conflicting thoughts to go with that. He knows that Trevor is just playing; that doesn't come into question. But he isn't sure if this is... flirting either? Is that what it is? He doesn't have much experience with it, admittedly, outside of Godbrand's lewdness really. Rest in pieces, Godbrand.

But it ends, and he's confused and assumes he's overthinking all of it anyway. Adrian rolls his shoulders back.]

It's fine. I...

[If nothing else, he says honestly:] I don't believe I've seen you actually look that happy before. I'm glad you still can be.

[miraclewhip]

[ Look even Trevor isn't sure if Trevor is flirting. He scratches the side of his face, still cautious until he can be certain that he's not fucked up massively. He's an asshole, not a-

-whatever he would be if he didn't have his low, difficult to figure out standards. The kind of person who'd hurt Adrian more than he already has. ]

Didn't think I was capable of it. But- I'm out of that place, and alive, and nobody I give a shit about is going to die for it. Whatever else is happening, that's something. [ And, added after a moment- ] Makes a difference, not being in this alone.

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And about how many people are even on that list? [He says it, teasing, but-- well, he is touched. Not that he wants to admit to it. It's easy to feel better after escaping Father and the court, and that much is true: this would be all the more horrifying alone.]

...I'd thought myself alone, after everything would be done. If I succeeded in stopping Father and was alive after.

[miraclewhip]

You, the speakers- it's a short list, I admit.

[ He bites back a response of you may well still be, true as it is. He promised to survive, and he's not going to plan for having broken a promise. ]

You thought there'd be three of us. You expected us to kick the bucket in the process?

[ 'They might just separate, normally, without dying' apparently isn't something that's occurring to him at the moment. ]

[reposing]

At least you have one at all.

[Adrian has his own people he cares for, short as that list is as well.

He frowns to himself and looks away as they continue to walk.]

I expected you would both go back to your lives. And I would go back to Gresit.

[miraclewhip]

Huh.

...don't know a whole lot about how excommunication works, do you?

[ It's cute that you think he's ever had a life to go back to. ]

[reposing]

[He sighs.] Bear in mind this was a thought I had before you woke me, Trevor. A lot of matters have changed since.

Either way, we finish our job. After that... I don't know. I could have once offered you a roof; whatever you define yourself as now does not disgust me or bother me. Both our options, should we live, are limited.

[miraclewhip]

Still. Not like I'd have had a lot of other options for company. I could have stuck around a while.

[ Which- truer than ever now, isn't it? If it was hard getting people to deal with him before... ]

Well. I'll do my best. At the living thing, I mean.

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I would not demand or expect it. But I would not have... refused.

[It's easy to assume the worst, isn't it? To think that no one would want to be around him. Adrian's friends are few and far in between, and Trevor is the closest thing he's ever had to a proper human friend.]

What do you suppose you would do? If we manage.

[miraclewhip]

[ That's the way they both are, isn't it? Expecting and preparing for their own abandonment so completely that they become the architects of it. ]

I don't know. I didn't know before. Now- we're meant to die, if this happens. Belmonts, I mean. It's the decent thing to do. You die and put your body in the hold to be tested and looked over. But there's nobody left to do the dissection, so it seems a little pointless.

[ And he promised to live. He's taking that seriously, at least until he's somehow paid Adrian back for what he's done. He isn't going to let him down again. ]

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I don't want you to die.

[He knows he's made that clear, but this time when Adrian says it, he's pleading.]

...And I shouldn't either. Not after everything.

[miraclewhip]

[ He's- never heard that said before. Not in those words. And it takes him aback a little. He knows, on some level, that most people generally want other people to not die. But he tends to think of himself as an exception to that. He certainly doesn't think of himself as a specific target of it. ]

Fine, fine.

[ That's all he can manage, and even then it takes him a while. ]

You stick around to keep me company, and I'll do my best to not die.