Trevor 'The Bear Situation' Belmont (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
miraclewhip) wrote2018-11-23 08:39 pm
miraclewhip) wrote2018-11-23 08:39 pm
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(for cryptsleeper)
[ He remembers- maybe about half of what happened last night. A little more, perhaps. He remembers the comments that initiated the fight. Vaguely remembers being dragged back to the inn. Remembers throwing cold water on his face to wake himself up to do the terrible fucking job of stitching himself back up that he found himself with this morning (if there was ever a chance to keep that fucking cut from scarring, well, he's gone and botched it).
And he remembers telling the fucking vampire things that he probably should not have told the fucking vampire. He doesn't remember the specifics but he knows that he said too much. More than he's told anyone in a decade maybe. All for the sake of a petty victory that he doesn't even remember if he achieved.
He's uncharacteristically quiet today, even for being as hungover as he is. He forces the almost-solid porridge down his throat when it's pushed in front of him. He drinks half the water that he was using to wash himself last night and pours the other half over his head to wake himself up after maybe an hour of sleep. He only interrupts Sypha's long, long 'discussion' when she stares at him for an indication that he's still awake. It's after that that he's dismissed to the back of the wagon, either because Sypha can't stand his presence right now or because she doesn't trust him not to fall off and end up tangled under its wheels.
(Can't blame her, being tangled up under the wheels of a wagon sounds better than being in his own head right now, even without the throbbing pain.)
He doesn't sleep, mostly because he's been told not to and he is, even more uncharacteristically, on his best behavior right now. The day is mostly uneventful until sometime in the afternoon, when a particularly foolish highwayman sees a wagon driven by a single speaker woman and tries to take advantage of the situation. He's driven off within moments, of course, harmlessly to both them and himself, and the worst that happens is that the horses are startled by Sypha's display and the wagon lurches to one side, knocking Trevor onto his side against the wooden floor. It's only after everything has been confirmed okay, once the horses are calm and they're moving again, that he places a hand to his lower chest. ]
Fuck.
[ It's warm. And damp. He's gone and opened his shitty stitches, hasn't he? ]
And he remembers telling the fucking vampire things that he probably should not have told the fucking vampire. He doesn't remember the specifics but he knows that he said too much. More than he's told anyone in a decade maybe. All for the sake of a petty victory that he doesn't even remember if he achieved.
He's uncharacteristically quiet today, even for being as hungover as he is. He forces the almost-solid porridge down his throat when it's pushed in front of him. He drinks half the water that he was using to wash himself last night and pours the other half over his head to wake himself up after maybe an hour of sleep. He only interrupts Sypha's long, long 'discussion' when she stares at him for an indication that he's still awake. It's after that that he's dismissed to the back of the wagon, either because Sypha can't stand his presence right now or because she doesn't trust him not to fall off and end up tangled under its wheels.
(Can't blame her, being tangled up under the wheels of a wagon sounds better than being in his own head right now, even without the throbbing pain.)
He doesn't sleep, mostly because he's been told not to and he is, even more uncharacteristically, on his best behavior right now. The day is mostly uneventful until sometime in the afternoon, when a particularly foolish highwayman sees a wagon driven by a single speaker woman and tries to take advantage of the situation. He's driven off within moments, of course, harmlessly to both them and himself, and the worst that happens is that the horses are startled by Sypha's display and the wagon lurches to one side, knocking Trevor onto his side against the wooden floor. It's only after everything has been confirmed okay, once the horses are calm and they're moving again, that he places a hand to his lower chest. ]
Fuck.
[ It's warm. And damp. He's gone and opened his shitty stitches, hasn't he? ]
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Not before nightfall. But unless you think your father's ordered anything after us in particular, it ought to be safe to travel through the night. Doubt the horde will come into Belmont lands without being ordered to. Worst we'll run into is more highwaymen.
[ He shifts his weight from one foot to the other gingerly, moving his legs as much as he can without pulling anything he shouldn't pull. ]
Morning, at the earliest. Probably a few hours before dawn.
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As much as I could take the reins for the night, the horses will need their rest. [Night driving with the other two asleep in the back is not a problem at all. And it is a curious thing to note that with all of Wallachia thrown into hell, this is the one part that has been avoided.
Even though the Belmont family (save one) has been long gone, the estate burned, the legacy demised. It isn't a thought to voice though, especially not right now.]
Is there a good point up ahead to camp for the night?
[If the forest here is undisturbed, there may also be wild game to take advantage of, rather than rely on rations. Alucard folds his arms across his chest in consideration, looking away politely as Trevor continues to figure out how much stress he can put on the wound.]
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There ought to be a river and a bridge, maybe an hour or so further up. Decent hunting, by the water. The horses will be able to drink, and if anything is going to attack then the river will force them to approach from only one side.
wraps this on up!
[Whatever there is in the forest, it is no exaggeration to say that Alucard will be able to catch it with very little energy spent. All that's left is to let Sypha in on the discussion, which she agrees to mostly because the horses really are starting to tire out.
So there's five minutes left to enjoy the novelty of standing again before it's time to load into the back of the wagon and continue the last hour of the day's journey. As they move, Alucard settles into a far more comfortable silence than the one before. Last night's gone. This one's looking much better.]