sleepytimejunction | ❧ open rp

[ He braces himself when the other boy jumps up, to avoid having the sudden weight drag him down. But there is no sudden weight, which is odd. But it’s dark. Maybe he didn’t see it right. The boy probably didn’t hop up at all.

It’s a bit of a challenge, to pull him up, and Trevor doesn’t really care for the implications of that. A few months of insufficient food has done a number on his muscle mass, though he doesn’t quite understand it enough to put it into those words. All he knows is that he used to be able to lift this much weight with ease and now he’s struggling. But eventually, Adrian is free of the pit. ]

It is a boy, sir! [ He turns and shouts back toward a campfire a little distance away, then turns his attention back to Adrian. ] Are you hurt?

[With a sigh, Adrian gets to his feet and dusts off his trousers. He gets a better look at the boy now, thinner than one ought to be, the bandage truly worrying, and looking scruffy. Was the man at the campfire his father?

Adrian smiles, remembers with practice to turn his chin down to hide his fangs. This way, he also just looks humble despite his clean clothes and well kept appearance in comparison to this boy's.]

I'm all right. Thank you for helping me out of there. Sorry if I wasn't what you were expecting.

[Wolves, right? He wonders why they're hunting wolves. It doesn't even occur to him right away. They're wonderful creatures.]

Something else'll come along. Sorry for catching you.

[ He rubs the back of his head sheepishly and he's about to continue speaking when there's a grumbling from the direction of the fire. ]

Can't fuckin' sell boy furs.

[ The older trapper complains as he comes over to see what's happening, then pauses as he looks Adrian over. Adrian and his clean, fine, well-kept clothes. At once his demeanor changes, face splitting into a warm smile. ]

Come sit at the fire, lad. You must be freezing. Trevor, get the boy something to eat.

It's not your fault. I wasn't watching where I was going.

[A smile is given to Trevor -- that's his name, the man says so -- and he does mean it. He wonders idly if wolf furs do go for much, but Mother has always said that the lives of the common man are a difficult lot. He could only imagine.

The trapper is given a glance. Adrian, for all that he does not know, is still not that naive; the demeanor is different, but he guesses it has to do with how he appears. Still, he won't be rude, and he nods.]

Thank you, sir. That's gracious of you.

[Truthfully, he's not cold, but they wouldn't know. Still, he approaches the fire obediently, not planning on making a fuss.

When they're asleep, he'll escape. That seems the easiest thing.]

[ The trapper has questions for Adrian as Trevor pours the last of their stew into a bowl. About his family, mostly. Where are they? Who are they? What would a boy his age be doing wandering about on his own. In truth, Trevor is a little jealous. the old trapper's never spoken to him like that, only ever barked orders or insults.

Here. He says, holding out the bowl. But it's the trapper who takes it from him, looking down at it with a frown. ]

Ah, I can't serve you this as is. It must be hard enough to be subjected to peasant food, let alone bland peasant food. Let me just spice it properly.

[ ...the bowl Smells Very Wrong when it's finally handed to Adrian. ]

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[Living with two scientific parents is enough to indicate that the bowl smells wrong. He doesn't know if it'll hurt him or worse; Father and him have only done small tests after all to see where he is vulnerable and where he is not.

Still, he expects it's better to not risk it.]

That's an interesting smell, sir. What spice did you say it was?

[How to get out of this. He thinks he could easily outrun both of them, but he doesn't want to cause trouble. That, and he thinks that maybe Trevor is here in a bad way.]

[ Curious, Trevor leans over to sniff at the stew. He frowns for a moment then turns back to the trapper. ]

Sir, he's not hurt. He doesn't need dwa-

It's thyme, lad. Not much, but I'm afraid it's the best we have. Eat up, we'll take care of you.

[ It's not thyme. The trapper glares Trevor into silence, and he just fidgets uncomfortably. ]

[Ah. It is something else. Idly, Adrian rubs his thumb over the rim of the bowl before he goes to take a bite, but he pauses as if he's just thought of something.]

Sir? He's not your father?

[He might as well try to get a better understanding of this situation.]

[ Trevor shakes his head, and the trapper interrupts him before he can answer. It's almost as if he's eager to make sure that Trevor doesn't speak too much before Adrian eats his stew. ]

Trevor here is my assistant. A little dense, to be going about catching boys in the traps. But he's a good boy. Knows how to keep quiet.

[ Keep quiet is emphasised there, in a way that makes Trevor flinch. ]

Did you say where you were from? Your family must miss you terribly.

[A little dense. How amusing, and yet it was the trapper who was keen to doubt Trevor earlier, wasn't it.

Adrian isn't foolish enough to believe everything, but he minds himself.]

A small village, Lupu. But my family is traveling. I like to explore, but I got a bit far out and then I was lost. That's about when I fell into your trap.

[That's a lie. He isn't lost at all, and he can track himself back home, but the truth would hardly do him well here. Still, he makes a show of being sheepish, laughing a little before accidentally spilling most of the stew to the ground.]

Oh! I'm sorry. Father's always said I've got clumsy hands. [yeah he's not eating your drugged food]

[ Trevor looks up in recognition at the name of the village (one of those mysteries his family never solved, Lupu. A place where no creatures of the night ever cause trouble, as if it were the subject of some divine protection). The trapper's face is twisting in anger at the spilled stew, tone suddenly more sinister as the friendly demeanor sinks away, but he takes a moment to turn his attention to Trevor. ]

You know the place? Good. Head out there. Find this lad's family, and ask them what their boy is worth to them. Tell them if they pay double that, he'll even keep his clumsy hands.

[ And with that the man lunges forward, grabbing at Adrian's hair. ]

[The man is large, but Adrian is still a dhampir. Still fast, still strong; he moves out of the way of his grab, then reaches up to grab the trapper's index finger and gives it a twist, breaking it.

Adrian doesn't wait to see what happens next; he's running to Trevor, grabbing for his hand to drag him away.]

Come on!

[ The man gives a choked noise that turns into a yell of agony, and Trevor stares for only a moment in horror before Adrian grabs his hand and runs. He runs, too, because he does what he's told and because if they're caught they'll both earn beatings for this at the very least. Up until now it had been worth it to stay with the old trapper - being guaranteed food was important, and even this human contact had been better than none. But that has changed very suddenly - the man was going to hurt someone other than him, and that's. Wrong. Probably. ]

There's-! [ He stumbles with his words. ] Another pit, right ahead!

[ Sure enough, it can be spotted if one knows what to look for. Grass pushed down a little, with a bird's carcass laid out in the middle of it. ]

I see it!

[Now that he definitely knows what to look for, Adrian absolutely sees the trap, but he doesn't change course at all. Instead, he keeps charging ahead, then turns and puts both his arms around Trevor before taking a leap. A leap that is most definitely not a normal one as he launches the both of them over the length of the trap before landing on the other side.]

Let's keep going. We can lose him in the woods!

[ That's. Certainly something. Trevor isn't sure what to make of it - oh, he should be sure what to make of it, but he's significantly more concerned with the fact that his benefactor has turned out to be a kidnapper.

And so he just keeps running, trying to keep pace with the other boy. In the woods, the moonlight is scarce and he can't see, but every time he trips he just keeps moving his legs as Adrian drags him forward until his feet hit the ground properly again. And just a little after the point that breathing in burns and his legs feel like jelly, he listens, and there are only two sets of foorsteps audible instead of three.

He lets his pace slow, pulling Adrian back to slow him down as well. ]

I don't hear him anymore.

[There's a moment of hesitation, but he lets Trevor slow him down, but keeps his hand in the other boy's. He lets out a sigh, frowning to himself.]

What a brute. [Adrian huffs for a moment before turning his attention to Trevor.] Why were you staying with someone like that? Is he the one that hurt you?

❧ open rp - adrian/alucard

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