[ It probably should feel sillier than it does. But Trevor is a Belmont. And Belmonts talk of strategy and tragedy with every breath, and being together is how they survive it. His eldest sister would talk about battle plans while bouncing her son on her lap. Enid would perfect her warding spells with her notebook resting on top of the dog in her lap. There's no dissonance here for Trevor. This is just what family is.
He laces his fingers through Alucard's, feeling every callus. Here he didn't even think that that could happen to a vampire. But then- the things in the hold aren't exactly normal things for a vampire to be exposed to. ]
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He laces his fingers through Alucard's, feeling every callus. Here he didn't even think that that could happen to a vampire. But then- the things in the hold aren't exactly normal things for a vampire to be exposed to. ]
You don't have a princeling's hands anymore.