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[nonplayer-character]

Castlevania

Trevor’s been tip-toeing around Alucard and Sypha since arriving at the Belmont library all those months ago. Something had changed around then; something had grown inside him. Given the way they bicker and how largely everything remains the same between them, Trevor’s cognizant that this weird feeling in his gut, the need and the want of it all, is probably just him.

Just his luck to get attached. There’s not a soul on the whole damn planet that’d want to hitch their wagon to someone with so much fucking baggage. Let alone two.

It’s a wonder they haven’t booted him; it’s a wonder he himself hasn’t pissed off to deader pastures - he always assumed that’s how it’d go after Dracula, after the end of the end of the world: the last of the Belmont line, tittering back into the shadows to resume his drunk escapades, content that if the demons of the night didn’t eventually do him in, the alcohol certainly would. And what of his allies? Who the fuck knows.

He never would have guessed he’d end up sticking around Dracula’s castle, meandering behind a speaker nerd and a vampire nerd, half heartedly hoping they’d give him a reason to leave, more heartedly praying to a god he’s honestly on real shit terms with that they don’t.

It’s funny how every instance where they’re not flat out telling him to fuck off seems like an excuse to stay a little longer.

“Found him,” Sypha calls, presumably to Alucard, as she slips into the room Trevor snuck away to hours ago. And so she has.

She plops down beside him on the rug he’s made his home. He’s laying on his stomach, facing the hearth, arms folded under his chin for support as he stares into the flames. He doesn’t know what this room’s purpose is, but it’s open and warm so what does it matter. Sypha takes advantage of his position to lie across Trevor’s back, the lines of her abdomen crossing his spine.

Trevor grunts when her weight falls on him but Sypha doesn’t seem to mind. He can’t see, but he does hear the turning of pages, so she must be reading.

It’s a casual intimacy he’s only recently become familiar with. He’s not sure how it happened, why he let it. Other than it’s nice - to feel the weight of a presence. And that it’s the thing he’s been craving - the idea that someone could want him, no conditions, no concerns, just want to be around him. It’s not real, really, even if they haven’t figured it out yet, one day Sypha and Alucard will look at him truly and properly and find him wanting. And it’ll be the worst day of his life, and if Trevor had a single fucking brain cell left in him, he’d leave now and avoid the whole thing.

Unfortunately, or maybe not, Alucard has been quick to point out for months now that there’s nothing but hot air between Trevor’s ears.

Because he moves so quietly, and Trevor’s eyes have been closed for most of the last ten minutes since Sypha arrived, Trevor does not recognize that Alucard has joined them until he hears the soft plop of a stack of books being sat down and then the slightly cool pressure where the small of Alucard’s back connects with Trevor’s thigh.

When Trevor peeks over his shoulder he can see that Alucard is leaning into Sypha, reading something she has pointed out in the book she is flipping through.

Trevor thinks he should say something about being made the foundation of this dogpile they’ve become, but he’s tired, and warm, and for a moment blissfully free of thoughts.

And if he talks, he’s bound to piss one or both of them off, so for a moment, just a moment, he revels in the fantasy.

It’s he, Sypha, and Alucard against the world, and at the end of the day, he’s not alone. What a concept. (The image leaves something bittersweet in his mouth.)

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