[Trevor's eyes flick over to where Adrian's hand gestures, then back to Adrian himself. So much for getting a peaceful night's sleep with that information.
He doesn't ask why Adrian's here, or further questions about this place. One of the blessed and cursed things about magic is that sometimes it defies explanation. Trevor sits up, all hunched muscles and bone-dead tiredness and generations' worth of anger.
Despite all appearances to the contrary, Trevor's not stupid. He's a tactician first and foremost and he figures out things fairly quickly. He's come to three conclusions:
1. Dracula is living on this ship. Probably picked up after they murdered him. And likely wants to return to the world of the living through graduation.
2. Adrian is treating this like a holiday. He looks...not weirdly happy, but not about to break apart from depression in the days leading up to and the days following his father's demise. He wants him to live.
3. Generations of Belmonts - tens of thousands of people they once protected - are dead at the claws of the creature living next door to him right now.
So he has to ask, quiet, with sadness instead of accusation:]
no subject
He doesn't ask why Adrian's here, or further questions about this place. One of the blessed and cursed things about magic is that sometimes it defies explanation. Trevor sits up, all hunched muscles and bone-dead tiredness and generations' worth of anger.
Despite all appearances to the contrary, Trevor's not stupid. He's a tactician first and foremost and he figures out things fairly quickly. He's come to three conclusions:
1. Dracula is living on this ship. Probably picked up after they murdered him. And likely wants to return to the world of the living through graduation.
2. Adrian is treating this like a holiday. He looks...not weirdly happy, but not about to break apart from depression in the days leading up to and the days following his father's demise. He wants him to live.
3. Generations of Belmonts - tens of thousands of people they once protected - are dead at the claws of the creature living next door to him right now.
So he has to ask, quiet, with sadness instead of accusation:]
Are we enemies now?