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Trevor had woken up three different times before finally rising. 

The first time Trevor awoke, there was a heavy weight on his stomach. Blinking groggily, he squinted against the dim light and huffed when he saw Adrian, still in his wolf form. His upper half was across him and, as a stark contrast to yesterday’s hunt, was completely relaxed, tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth.

Trevor chuckled. With a lazy hand, he reached out, giving Adrian a gentle pat on the head. Adrian lifted his head immediately, an animal sound rising from his throat. Guess he wasn’t as tired as Trevor thought. 

But Trevor didn’t stay up to comment. He was already leaning back, sinking into the pillow. The warmth and weight of Adrian's wolf form were comforting, grounding. And in seconds, he had let sleep take him.

The second time he woke, it was to the subtle shift of the mattress beneath him. Trevor didn’t bother opening his eyes, still too consumed by fatigue. Someone was moving. Adrian. It was Adrian, he remembered dimly, back as himself.

His blanket lifted, cold air but warm light rushing in to grace his skin but was immediately shut out as the blanket was pulled higher and tighter around him. Trevor thought he felt the ghost of a touch against his shoulder, soft and fleeting. 

But after that, the room was silent and Trevor again let himself drift, again surrounded by softness and warmth.

The third Trevor came to, he finally kept his eyes open.

The morning light was golden, the room warm, and he stretched, enjoying the ache in his legs as he did so, before sitting up. Adrian's room was just as interesting in the morning light as it had been last night. He traced the space, and when his eyes landed on the painting of Adrian, laughing and small, he couldn't help but snort. It was still too good.

Adrian was a Dhampir. And maybe, weeks ago, he would’ve scoffed at the vision of him as a child, young and innocent and overall disbelieving.

But as he looked at it now, there was no jolt of surprise, no rhythm of uncertainty in him. This was Adrian. Plain and simple. 

He wondered what it would’ve been like if they’d met at a similar, younger age. 

Their parents would never have allowed it, obviously.

But if they had. 

If they had, Trevor knew he wouldn’t avoid him. They would try to hide him away but Trevor would find a way out.

And for every reason surrounding Belmonts and spite and trying to prove himself, he’d hang around Adrian.

I’d have probably challenged him to a duel, he thought wryly.

But he wouldn’t shun him, not like Lisa said the other children did. Trevor wouldn’t even think of it. 

Belmont’s never avoided their enemies.

And in every instance, he imagined a confrontation. But after, if they were allowed it, if there were no outside forces around them, opinionated and angry, he always imagined childish laughter.

He shook his head. I’ve been sleeping for too long. He forced himself up, relishing the lightness of his body as he entered his own room. 

The familiar quiet met him and Trevor sighed as he looked around. His bed was still a mess.

He stripped the mattress, holding the sour-scented sheets in hand as he remembered the night before. The dream. It had been so intense. As if his father had died last week rather than a year ago. 

Still, he thought as he entered the bathroom, Adrian helped. He’d talked on subjects Trevor wanted to avoid and pushed him when he’d rather be left stagnant, but he helped. 

And as he washed up, his ring gleamed in the mirror's reflection. Trevor watched it, remembering Adrian’s story from last night. Emotion welled up in him, something he couldn’t place. 

And then for a quick moment, his mind wandered and he imagined Adrian, small and determined, demanding answers from Dracula, his hands cupped around the ring. 

He huffed, watching as his reflection smiled at the thought of it.

——

“What would you like?” 

Trevor stopped at the kitchen doors. He had a full clear view of the space, including Adrian waiting at the stove, watching him intently. 

“Uhh, like for breakfast?”

Adrian nodded. 

Well, this was certainly familiar. Was it an unspoken rule between them to make breakfast for the other after a night of confessing emotion and revealing tragic pasts?

Why were they like this? Stupid Adrian. Trevor smiled at him.  “Why? What happened to the omelette?” He liked the omelette, damn it. 

“I’ve decided to mix it up, if you will. The omelette is a healthy start but repetitiveness can make one lose skill.”

Was Adrian really analysing his cooking skills? Well, Trevor would take advantage of it. 

Especially since Adrian had refused his offer of making breakfast entirely. Hm, maybe if he struggled with these new dishes, he’d have to ask Trevor for help.

Sitting in his stool, he crossed his fingers together, back ramrod straight as if he were a judge. “You know what? Surprise me.” 

Following his lead, Adrian crossed his arms, nodding sagely but Trevor could see his lips curl as he moved away to the cupboards, bringing different materials out. 

“Oh yeah,” he pointed to the weird one, finally asking the question that had been lingering but hadn’t been prepared to ask. There were too many weird things in the castle. “That cupboard. No, that one,” he corrected when Adrian turned right instead of left. “The one that’s cold and full of light. How the fuck does that work? You have one in the lab.” But there was no food in that one. 

“Ah, we use it to store foods that need a cold environment to stay fresh for longer like fruits or meat.”

That was fucking cool. “And your father invented this too?” 

“He did.”

“Do you know how it works?”

Adrian opened the cupboard and Trevor could see the light swirl around the space. “It’s quite simple. By evaporating a liquid into gas it has a cooling impact. And thus, the space is cooled. It’s technical to do but that’s the gist of it.” 

“Well, shit. I like it.” He announced. Adrian chuckled, moving back to his space.

“It is very useful.” He sifted some flour, peering suspiciously back at Trevor before moving to block his view. 

“Hey!”

“I’m utilising the element of surprise, Trevor.”

“It’s breakfast . And the judges can still look in a competition, you know?”

“Not in this one.” 

He held up a finger to Adrian’s back, feeling satisfied at his petty signage. He gasped, feeling something cold hit his cheek. A small slop of butter then smacked down onto the counter. “How did you even see that?” He demanded. 

“I see all,” he replied ominously. 

“Ugh, freak.” He wiped off the mess. “You sort of remind me of a cat,” he said randomly. 

“What?”

“Yeah. I think it’s the eyes. Cats have that colour too.” He wiped furiously at the small stain the butter had left on the counter. He didn’t notice Adrian still at the counter, his hand hovering over said eyes, mouth agape and wondering. 

He scoffed. “First a sheep and now a cat. You give me lovely comparisons, Trevor.” 

“What? They’re useful. Sheep's give wool and cats kill pests.”

“You imbecile.”

He grinned, “Meow.” 

His bark of laughter quickly turned into a yelp as Adrian threw his wooden spoon at him. Trevor climbed back up to the counter, shoulders shaking with laughter at Adrian’s glare. He had retrieved the spoon and held it in front of him. 

“Alright, fine. You don’t remind me of either.” Lie. 

Adrian obviously didn’t believe him but took the peace offering spoon and placed it in the sink. “I would  say I’m more of a wolf.” He shot Trevor a smirk. 

He snorted. “Yeah. I’m still not over that shit.” 

“There are other things you’ve yet to see.”

“Ominous. You’re an ominous man, Adrian.” 

“We can only be what we are.”

“I disagree.” 

“Oh?”

“Most vampires aren’t doctors.” He pointed out. “Kind of goes against the blood-sucking aspect, doesn’t it?” 

“I suppose it does.” The sizzle of a pan filled the room and Trevor took a deep sniff.

“Smells good.” 

“Maybe you’re the cat.” He smirked. 

“Unlike you, I won’t take that as an insult. They’re smart and have nine fucking lives.” 

“So you think I’m smart?” 

“Oh, fuck off.” 

Adrian laughed and Trevor couldn’t help a small grin himself. 

Soon after, Adrian approached with the dish. It had a silver cloche hiding its contents. 

“This feels very dramatic.” 

Adrian raised a brow at his slouched position. “You’re supposed to be a judge.” 

Straightening and donning the same pose he had before, he watched Adrian unveil the contents with a dramatic flourish. A sweet smell rose up from the plate and Trevor’s stomach growled. 

“Are those pancakes?.”

“Blueberry pancakes.” Befitting the name, scattered in the dough space were marks of blue. 

“Blueberries? Never heard of them.” He cut up a piece gingerly, inspecting it with the same dourness his judge personality needed. 

“None grow in Europe. My father found them in a distant land and brought back the bush. We have them in the greenhouse. I thought you saw them.” 

He shook his head. Taking a bite, his eyes widened at the unfamiliar flavour. “This is fucking good.” 

Adrian looked pleased. “Is that your official comment?” 

He nodded, taking a bigger bite. Adrian passed over a small pot of honey and he immediately complied, drizzling it over the stack. “Fuck,” he took another bite, his mouth full as he spoke. “Don’t doubt your skills, Adrian.” 

He watched him amused. “I won’t.” He turned away, returning a few moments later with a cup full of dark liquid. 

“Wos at?” 

“Remember, when I told you about coffee?”

He almost choked. “This is coffee? You said it’s a flavour!”

“It is. But it is also a drink.” 

Right. Okay, that could make sense. His eyes narrowed, suddenly suspicious. “Why didn’t you tell me what it tasted like?” Was Adrian going to make him ingest a disgusting liquid?

Adrian only raised a brow. “I said I would. And here, I am.” 

He passed the cup over and Trevor held it warily, looking down at the dark surface.

“It was created in the Near East and Africa. Coffee seeds are roasted, ground and brewed to create it.” 

“What does it do?” 

“It gives you energy.” 

“How the fuck does it do that?” He asked incredulously. 

“Well, the beans contain a stimulant that increases activity in your brain and nervous system.” He gave him a piercing look. “It’s good if you haven’t had any sleep.” 

Trevor froze, not looking back at Adrian before he took a hesitant sip of the drink. He coughed. “It’s bitter!”

“Try some sugar. But it does work. Or so my mother says.” 

“This shit doesn’t work on you?” 

“No. And I don’t particularly need it.” 

He hummed, taking another sip with the added sugar. It was bearable. 

He watched Adrian lean against the counter and pushed his plate forward. “I’m not gonna finish all this.” 

“I thought you said you liked it.” He looked offended. And Trevor remembered when he had the same reaction when he made Adrian breakfast. He wanted to laugh at the similarity. God knows Adrian would lose his mind if he knew he was acting like him. 

He sighed amusedly, “I do, idiot. I’m trying to share, a concept I now know you’ve never applied in your life.” 

Adrian shot him a look but moved to grab some cutlery, sitting down next to Trevor as he moved the plate in between them. 

They ate it slowly, unable to stop talking and sometimes insulting each other as they did. Adrian’s ring flashed as he explained something and Trevor followed it, meeting his eyes with a soft smile.

It was nice. 

— — — 

Trevor almost bumped into Lisa as he quickly crossed the stairs.

“Oh!” Lisa stepped back, one hand gripping the rail for balance as he instinctively reached out to steady her.

“Sorry about that,” he said, letting out an awkward huff.

Lisa raised an amused brow as she straightened. “Where are you rushing off to at this time?”

He huffed. “Adrian and I are gonna spar again. I just left my whip in my room.” Adrian had made a ridiculous comment that he could fight and win against him blindfolded. Trevor had then raised the stakes that he could do the same. Not that he was going to tell Lisa that, of course.

Lisa hummed, stepping aside for him. “Well, I was actually just on my way to see you both.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I was going to suggest that you both go into the city today. There are a few exhibitions that will be packed up after today. Apparently, they’re going to try to beat the storm North.” 

“Oh.” He remembered Lisa mentioning they go before. But that was when Adrian had been rightfully avoiding him. “What’s on?”

“A range of things. A variety of stalls, a theatre play, and some merchants are docked with wares from different countries. I actually found quite a fascinating piece the other day…” Lisa quickly launched into a technical explanation that Trevor tried to follow and was half successful. 

“Really? That sounds cool.” And it was, from what he could follow but his mind had focused on a different part of her speech. “You said a theatre play?”

Lisa’s face lit up. “Yes. It’s my understanding they do two different shows. Vlad and I saw the one on a murder mystery!”

“Hey, that’s fuc—“ he saw her expression and quickly amended, “ really cool. And was the production good? Something that keeps attention?” His mind whirred.

“It was,” she replied, a hint of amusement in her tone. She watched him almost knowingly and he coughed.

“Great.” He smiled at her. “Thanks, Doctor Tepes. I’ll tell Adrian and we’ll go over today.”

The teasing expression faded and she watched him warmly. “I’m glad. I really do want you to experience it, Trevor.”

He felt a surge of warmth at her words and had to restrain himself to not embrace her. “I’ll tell you everything. Really. I’ll even try to find that merchant. See if there’s anything else you can use. Though, Adrian will probably make more sense of it than me.”

She reached up and patted his cheek, and Trevor huffed. “You underestimate yourself. Though, I’ll certainly be happy to see what you both find. Now, run along. These are precious minutes to have.”

He grinned and quickly turned back the way he came.

— —

Trevor leaned against the castle doors, waiting for Adrian to arrive. 

He’d quickly told him about their new destination and Adrian had shared in his excitement, rushing to his room to change, though Trevor did leave out a detail or two. 

He leaned further back against the hard surface, feeling the fur of his cloak press up against the wood and the sides of his neck.

He didn’t want to wear the cloak. It wasn’t that cold. But he’d grown comfortable in his transparency here and well. The rest of Wallachia still hated his family.

He’d needed something to cover his shirt, Belmont crest stitched, coloured and glaring. What once was a symbol worn with pride was now a call for challenge and dismissal and hate.

And Trevor could deal with that. Fuck, he invited it. But now, he couldn’t go looking for trouble. He couldn’t risk the odds of how many came after not just him, but Lisa and Adrian.

He couldn’t risk harming himself because then the pact would be broken. Because he was supposed to be protected here, despite his family’s reservations.

And so he wore the cloak.

At least the weather somewhat called for it.

He sighed, moving his gaze to the current bright sky and shining sun. How a storm was going to roll in a week from now was beyond him.

Footsteps broke his thoughts and Trevor looked back, exhaling. “Finally. Has anyone told you you take ages to—“

He stopped. Adrian was clad in a long black coat, gold buttoned embellishments flashing as he moved and matching with his hair. He had tight black pants and high boots on, and all in all, matched his aesthetic precisely. 

But his clothing wasn’t what caught his attention. 

“Is that kohl?” He blurted.

Adrian blinked, a hand coming up to his face as if he didn’t apply it himself. 

“Oh. Yes. I can stay out in sunlight comfortably for a period of time if I cover myself appropriately,” he gestured to his clothing. “Though, my eyes do sometimes get terribly irritated. I’ve found that the kohl helps. It is used in deserts to protect one’s eyes from the sun’s glare. I use it for the same practical effect.”

“Right…” Practical effect. It had a practical effect. 

He paused. “I also wore it to our wedding. I’m not sure you remember—“

“I do.”

Oh, he certainly did. That was half the reason why he reacted the way he had. He hasn’t expected to see that damn kohl again. He still remembered when he first glimpsed Adrian with it, gaze dark and cool. His hand clenched into a fist and he felt the imprint of his ring. 

And feeling the ring only made him remember last night. Made him remember everything.

He wanted to grab Adrian by the shoulders and shake him. It couldn’t have been practical then, all of them indoors and under the night sky. 

Adrian had looked—

He coughed. “Just didn’t think you wore it outside of special occasions. Makes sense.” He pushed the door further open. “Let's go! Every minute we waste is a— precious minute.” He spluttered.

“What in God's name is that supposed to mean?”

He waved him off, walking through the door in quick strides. “Your mother said something similar. Now come on.”

Adrian followed, thankfully not following up on that line of questioning and instead pestered him as they travelled. 

“Do you think the merchant my mother met will have new wares?”

“Maybe. But because of the storm, they’ll probably try to sell as many items as they can. Which means lower prices for us.” He smirked at Adrian’s judging expression. “I’m being economical,” he reasoned. 

“You’re being cheap.” Adrian peered at him. “I know your family left you money. In fact, your stay here has given you no reason to use it.”

“So?”

Adrian muttered something that Trevor chose to block out and they made their way down the small, trodden path that led out of their forest area and closer to civilisation. 

Dracula had really made them stay in the middle of nowhere. Even the Belmont manor was closer to others than this. Though distance wasn’t a glaring issue for them now.

But soon they escaped the path and followed a rushing stream downhill. They should be close now.

“Don’t you want to buy anything?”

“Hm.” He inspected his whip holder and stopped, staring down wide-eyed.

“Fucking hell.”

“What is it?”

“I forgot my whip.”

He couldn’t believe it. 

“Your dagger is there.” Adrian pointed out.

“That doesn’t count.” It didn’t. Because while Trevor had mastered it, had mastered everything really, the whip was his speciality. It was his family weapon. His. 

His father trained him with it over and over , and now Trevor had forgotten it.

He couldn’t believe he forgot it. All because went to see Adrian and then he waited for him and he didn’t even think to remember—

“It’s alright.” Adrian was watching him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The memory of a ghost touch washed over him. “We’re not expecting any trouble,” Trevor said nothing. Adrian watched him a moment longer then smirked. “Unless you think you can’t fight with just the dagger. I understand, it’s a limitation many basic fighters face in their—“

“I can take a werewolf’s heart out with just this damn thing.” He snapped.

Adrian smiled. “So you say.” But his face softened. “It’s only an afternoon without it, Trevor. We’ll be back.” 

Trevor nodded, grudgingly.

And then Adrian’s eyes drifted down to Trevor’s hip. “Was it your whip holder?”

“What?” 

“It’s old.” He said bluntly. “Is that what you wanted to buy?”

His whip holder wasn’t old. It only looked like it due to all the damage it had sustained. There was that time Sypha had accidentally set it on fire, then the time he spilt some strange substance on it in the hold, and then—

So Trevor had damaged it? Big deal.

He inspected it again. “No. It’s fine.”

Adrian gave a long suffering sigh.

“Wow.” Adrian breathed.

He scowled, still looking down at the holder. “It’s not that bad, you piece of shit.”

“Not you, idiot. The city.”

Trevor looked up and gaped. Wow, indeed.

The city seemed to be built on a labyrinth of large streams and drainways. From his high point, Trevor could see boats gliding smoothly through the canals, their passengers small specks. 

He could see the various rooftops, made of white of stone and wood, clustered together while bridges arched over the streams. 

“Why do we give a shit about Targoviste again?”

Adrian chuckled and they made their way down.

— —

The scent of sea salt greeted them as he and Adrian crossed through the city towards the shipports. Trevor glanced around, wary, but drawn to the bustle surrounding them. 

“First we should find the merchant my mother spoke of.”

“Fine.” He was only doing this for Lisa. He’d seen a weapons stall and desperately wanted to take a look at it.  The loss of weight on his hip made him uneasy. 

Not that he was trying to replace his whip already. Of course not. But better safe than sorry. 

“Don’t frown.”

“You’re frowning.”

Adrian dragged him to the sight of merchant ships and Trevor followed.

The ship was impressive, at least. Dark wood, sails and large lances were strategically placed.

“Welcome! Welcome!”

Trevor sighed at the energetic voice and smacked Adrian’s shoulder, letting him deal with the merchant as he moved around the makeshift store setup in front of the ship.

He peered at the items.

Boring.

Useless. 

Scam. 

What even was that?

Oh.

He inspected the dark power in front of him. It must’ve been a signal of some sort because the merchant popped up immediately.

Seriously, how did Adrian let him come this way?

“Interested in corned powder, sir?”

“Depends.” He inspected it for a moment, and rubbed it between his fingers as the merchant spoke.

“Got it from the finest factory in the world! Did you know men are starting to nickname it Serpentine?”

“That’s stupid.” 

“It does make things explode.”

“Hm.”

It did make things explode.

Trevor rolled the small pouch of black powder between his fingers, already sorting through possibilities.

Trevor had an appreciation for weapons. Which Belmont didn’t? But explosions were tricky when they, usually spontaneously, happened. They could never use it to their advantage in crowded areas, lest they harm others. 

But, what if he could concentrate that into a smaller area?

It couldn’t be a real explosion. Not really. But if he kept it inside a confined space… He remembered all the small and ingenious inventions the castle had. Maybe he could keep it in one spot. 

If the powder had nowhere to expand except forward, he could direct its power. A tube came to mind, like a cannon. The explosion would follow it. But what would he be shooting out of it?

Ugh, he’d spent too long with Adrian and Lisa. 

“No.” He placed it down. His whip would always be more useful. “Not interested.” 

He ignored the merchant's cries and found Adrian who was fiddling with something he couldn’t recognise.

“I’ll wait for you by the square?”

“Don’t you like anything here?”

“Nothing I want.” He paused. “How are you feeling? Is the sun…”

“Perfectly fine, Trevor. My only peeve is your resistance to buy anything.”

He snorted. “Then you need better priorities.” He waved. “I’ll see you later.”

Before he left, Trevor lingered, leaning against a wooden beam as he watched Adrian speak with the merchant. He barely moved his mouth as he spoke, fangs out of sight.

So this was how he navigated the human world.

He wondered if Adrian did this every day back when he was a doctor and travelling. It seemed exhausting. 

But the merchant didn’t seem to think anything wrong about it. He seemed more preoccupied with the business Adrian would bring, eyes lingering on his fancy coat and polished buttons. 

Was that a distraction Adrian used then? To dress fancily so it would distract folks from his mouth. But Trevor didn’t see how that could work. How could anyone not look at—

He turned sharply, about to make his leave. One last look showed Adrian’s expression. Blank, polite and focused. 

Adrian’s eyes met his. Trevor smirked and held up a finger, huffing at his reaction. Or lack of. He had really committed to this. 

The merchant was trying to get Adrian’s attention, gesturing to some fancy chair. But Adrian didn’t turn his head, still watching him. 

Trevor snorted, wondering if this was Adrian’s way of intimidation. They watched each other for a few moments more before Trevor finally left. 

— —

“A beautiful ring, sir.”

Trevor turned, sighing inwardly at the eager merchant who was practically leaning over his stall. He had barely left Adrian before being accosted, what the fuck? 

Trevor lifted his hand and the man’s eyes followed the movement, nodding to himself.

“Yes, quite a unique design. And a wonderful stone choice with the carat.”

“Thanks.” He grunted, about to step away. He needed to find that weapons stall again. 

“Perhaps your wife would enjoy some of the choices here? I’m sure with a ring such as that, she has lovely taste which we can fully understand.”

He stopped, gaping at the man. “My wife?” He didn’t have a wife. 

The merchant was still looking at his ring.

His ring—

He coughed, shoving his hand into a pocket.

The merchant was still looking at him expectantly. “Yes. My… wife… she has good taste.” He quickly looked around but there was no sign of Adrian. 

Damn it. Were those devices really that interesting?

He clapped his hands together. “All the more reason to spoil her! Does anything catch your eye?” He gestured to the table surface, covered in gems and gleaming in the light. Rings, bracelets, necklaces and more. The amount of jewellery was astounding.

“No. I’m good.” He began to turn, ignoring the merchant's cries when he spotted a Churchman directly across the square, eyeing the people around him sourly. 

His gaze drifted…and there!  Right in the corner was another one.

He turned back. “Perhaps I was a bit hasty.”

The merchant started, a large smile quickly covering his face.

“No fuss! No fuss! Now, again. Anything you like?”

Trevor looked over the various jewels, shining, gleaming and in more colours than he imagined. His face must have expressed defeat because soon an emerald bracelet was thrust into his face.

“Perhaps she’d enjoy this! A very popular stone in England at the moment, and the colour! Oh, it blinds, does it not?”

It was nice. But… too flashy. Not practical enough for Adrian to wear. 

Not that he was actually getting him anything. Trevor was just waiting out the Churchmen and acting naturally. 

He shook his head. “H—She doesn’t like bracelets.”

“Ah! No matter. I’ve a great variety!” He searched through the mess and eventually pulled out a pair of dangling earrings with large rubies.

“Very fashionable, sir. She’d be the talk of the city with earrings like these.” He spoke dramatically as if narrating a story, “They were recovered from a cave on the other side of the world.”

Trevor moved closer and peered at them. They were nice but Adrian didn’t have ear holes. Would his healing factor wouldn’t allow him to even get them?

“No.” He leaned back. “I don’t like these.”

Another smile. He was confident Trevor would choose something, huh? “No matter! Hmm… how do you find these?”

“No.”

And on it went.

“These?”

“Too boring.”

“This?”

“Too flashy.”

“We got received these from—“

“Too small.”

“This is an antique and belonged to an old queen.”

He paused. Squinted. “Too damaged.” A pause. “And still ugly.”

“Worn by the priest of—“

“No.”

“Perhaps this ?”

“This is an insult to her.”

The well-worn smile began to slip and soon the merchant was gripping his hair.

“My good sir! What is your lady like ? I have offered you my finest and most rich wares! Any woman of taste and standard would know this to be worthy of her!”

Well, first off, she’s no lady.

Though Adrian did wear a dress. Or nightgown. It really did seem the same thing. 

He wore it well though. 

He pulled himself out of those quickly. “She wouldn’t like it.” He shrugged at the man’s incredulous look. “I know my wife.”

“Uhh…I…” he sighed. “Very well.” He grew silent for a moment, rubbing his temples in concentration before gasping and snapping his fingers in excitement. “Then what did you give her for your wedding? The ring must have been to her tastes exactly as you know her so well.”

Trevor swallowed. 

His voice was almost garbled as he spoke, “It was pearl.”

“Pearl! Ah, such an elegant and simple stone! I understand now, give me just a moment.”

He dug around, muttering to himself while Trevor stood frozen and waited. 

Soon, the table was clear of jewels and lines of pearls covered it instead.

“Now, surely there is something here your fine lady will appreciate! May I suggest…” he was gesturing to a three-layered pearl anklet which in Trevor’s opinion, was the same as a bracelet.

He ignored the merchant and started down the table, staring and flicking through different pieces. He scowled at some of them. Ridiculous. And hesitated at others. Not so ridiculous.

Soon, though, he stopped. He pointed. “Let me see this one.”

The idea of Trevor being interested in something, finally, made the merchant peek up and scamper over. “Certainly!”

He placed it on a plush, velvet cushion. “A fine choice, sir! The craftsmanship is so very impressive and so very delicate. Though certainly endurable, of course!”

Trevor looked at the necklace. It was simple compared to the previous jewels he was shown.

But he had to appreciate its craftsmanship.

The chain of the necklace was fine gold, twisted and ringed to create a thicker look. A single pearl was in the middle of it, the size of a thumbnail. It was smooth and gleaming.

But behind it, carved so delicately and intricate that Trevor squinted to appreciate the details, was an open sea shell. It sat behind the pearl, creating the illusion that it was holding it. 

That it was the clam that the pearl originated from.

He held out a hand. “May I?”

He was handed it and Trevor moved it around gently, watching it gleam. It didn’t change colours like Adrian’s ring. Then again, he couldn’t expect it to. His ring was different.

He looked down at the necklace, gold and glinting. He spoke without much thought.

“I’ll take it.”

Soon, he was walking away from the happy merchant who had wished him great luck and fortune and a hundred children. 

His pocket was weighed down. A thick, though small, protective box lay inside it. 

He sighed, trying not to pay it too much attention and made his way through the streets. At least he could finally find the weapons stall. His boots scuffed against the cobblestones as he turned into yet another street, the noise closing in around him. 

Right, should be around here. He ignored the bustle around him, searching for it intently. 

Almost. Almost there—

A rich scent cut through the street. It was different. It was enticing. It demanded his full attention.

He stopped mid-step, nostrils flaring as his head swivelled toward the source. Trevor peered past the crowd to see its origin. 

He grinned.

—

“Trevor.” Adrian waved as he saw him approach. He was at the front of the shipyard, a small box in hand.

Trevor stared at it and was reminded of his own small, hidden box.

He pushed the thought aside and walked quickly. “Adrian!”

Adrian’s brows shot up at his excited tone but otherwise only gestured to the box. “I found a fascinating piece of glass. The merchant called it quartz and miners have found it harder to break I thought perhaps we could test it against—“

“That’s great.”

Trevor didn’t waste any time, grabbing Adrian as he approached and dragging him to an emptier street. He stopped them near a pillar and grinned.

“Guess what I found?”

“Your brain? I must admit, I’m surprised it took so long.”

“Shut up. And no. Look!”

He grabbed the package from his pocket, unwrapping the box as the smell of garlic filled the air.

“Found this near the shops. Adrian, it’s garlic bread.”

He blinked.“You do know that garlic doesn’t affect us? I have told you this before, yes? How can you—mmph!”

Trevor shoved off a piece and smashed it into his mouth, watching in excitement as Adrian chewed it with narrowed eyes. He then stopped chewing completely. His eyes widened. 

“Oh.”

“I know!”

“It’s so well flavoured.”

“I know!”

“Why haven’t we tried this combination before?”

“I know!”

Without another moment, they ripped into the bread, fingers greased in butter as they consumed what the baker had called garlic bread.

“We have to try making this. I know I said baking is not my area of expertise—“

“How different can it be from making bread?”

“Yes. Exactly.” Adrian smiled, eyes crinkling. “You have butter on your face.”

Trevor rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth and stared at Adrian for inspection.

He chuckled. “No. Here, let me.”

Adrian reached out and Trevor froze as his fingers grazed his mouth, pressingly slightly into the corner as he dragged his finger.

When he pulled away, Trevor could see the smear of butter coating his finger. 

Adrian stared at it for a moment and Trevor coughed, pulling forward a crumpled handkerchief from his pocket. Adrian took it, wiping his finger without a word.

Trevor watched him without a word. When Adrian looked up, Trevor thought his eyes looked brighter.

Adrian broke the silence. “Did you ask for the recipe?”

Trevor smirked. “I wouldn’t leave without it.”

When Adrian laughed, Trevor laughed with him.

——

Trevor stopped. He stared at the signage and sighed. 

“What’s this?”

The boy looked between him and the sign. “The play? Sir?”

“I thought this was a murder mystery.” The sign was covered in flowers, light colours and a chubby baby holding an arrow.

“Oh!” He nodded vigorously. “Yes, we have two shows that the crew performs. However, tonight is the Rosen Sky, not the Dark Enigma.” 

“And what is Rosen Sky about?” 

Like he was waiting to be asked, the boy slammed his palms down onto the table and launched into a loud speech. “It’s a story of love and regret. Passion and consequences. And the limits of mortality.” He finished solemnly and Trevor gaped at him.

Love and regret? What the fuck? Trevor had come here to show Adrian a murder mystery, not a romantic play. 

“When’s the next—” he fumbled for the name, “Dark Enigma showing?”

“Oh, this will be our last play for the week, sir. The weather forced us to close up early, I’m afraid. Such a shame, we were quite enjoying the city.” 

Oh, fuck. 

Well, maybe he could take Adrian to see something else. It’s not as if the city was lacking in entertainment. 

It was just that. Adrian said he liked theatre.

“Does this shit have symbolism and meaning and whatever shit those philosophic assholes enjoy?”

He blinked. “...Yes?”

Trevor nodded. He was afraid of that. 

He sighed, rubbing his palm over his face. Adrian had better appreciate what he was doing. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll  take two tickets.”

Trevor’s words had him release a blinding smile. “Wonderful! Where would you like to sit? The front, middle or back? The prices will vary, of course.”

Trevor looked at the building in front of him. It was a traditional theatre and big enough. The last time he was dragged by his mother to see a play, they had sat in a box.

Trevor had liked that. It was quieter up there, less people for him to bump into and start a fight with. That happens sometimes. And it had a good view. 

“Do you have any box seats?”

He blinked. “Um, yes.”

“I’ll take one.”

“Those are…” he coughed, “rather on the expensive side.” 

Trevor glared, straightening from his slouch and taking a step closer to the table.

“A box.” 

“Right! Yes! Let’s see,” he mumbled, pulling a sheet of paper towards him. 

Trevor left a few minutes later, coin bag lighter yet holding two ticket papers in his pocket. He found Adrian in the square, staring intently at something in a stall. All Trevor could see was clothing. Maybe he was getting another nightgown. 

He shook his head at the image that formed. 

“Hey, come on.” He inclined his head. “I want to show you something.”

Adrian started but looked back at the stalls women. She smiled. “I’ll be here for a few more hours.” 

“We’ll be back by then.” He stepped backwards. “Come on.” 

“Where are we going?” Adrian questioned as Trevor led them back the way he came. 

“Just a thing I saw.” He paused and turned to a different road. He didn’t want Adrian to see the front of the theatre and get an idea of what was happening. Fortunately, all major establishments had a back entrance. 

He led them there, pausing and squinting at the building to make sure it was it. 

“Alright,” he turned back to Adrian who was looking around curiously. “I’ll need to blindfold you.” 

“ What?”

“Don’t worry.” He waved dismissively. “Just for a few minutes until we reach where we need to be.” 

“What could be so important to keep secret?” His eyes were narrowed. “We’ve seen everything here.” 

Not everything. 

He sighed. “Just… something. Come on, you’re gonna make us late.”

Adrian didn’t budge, still staring at him suspiciously. 

“Seriously?” Trevor exclaimed and Adrian nodded. Ignoring him, Trevor took out a strip of fabric from his pocket. It was originally from his cape but well, he wasn't going to buy a piece of fabric when he had a perfectly well-made one on him. 

He stepped towards Adrian, held the fabric up for inspection. 

“It’s nothing nefarious. Really, Adrian. Who do you think I am?”

“I think you can do stupid things. Even if they’re well-meaning.” He was squinting at the strip and Trevor blinked at the words. Then shrugged.

“Maybe. But I’d think twice if it concerned you.” Adrian’s gaze snapped to him, eyes wide. “Come on,” Trevor murmured. “Please.”

And Trevor must have looked truly pathetic because Adrian’s breath caught and he snatched the fabric from him, tying it over his eyes.

He huffed a laugh. “Don’t make it too tight.” He reached over and loosened him, Adrian’s hair soft between his fingers. Warm air hit his cheek and he blinked, looking down and realising he was front to front with Adrian, sharing air. 

He quickly stepped backwards, almost tripping over his feet. “Right. Let’s go.” He moved to Adrian’s side, guiding him forward, arm in arm. Luckily, there weren’t many people and Trevor moved them easily, sighing in victory as they reached the back entrance. 

A worker was already loitering there and raised a brow at them.

“Can I—”

Trevor held up his arm, shoving the two tickets into his face. 

He blinked down at the papers, eyes widening. “Sir! Of course! If you and your… friend will follow me.”

He moved into the building and Trevor followed ignoring Adrinan’s hissed questioning on what was going on.

“Hold on, we're going up some stairs.” They moved up easily, Trevor laughing once when Adrian stumbled and then being elbowed in the stomach soon after. He wheezed, still laughing. 

“You imbecile,” Adrian muttered.

“That’s me.” The worker ahead gestured to a set of doors and passed his tickets back to him. Trevor nodded in thanks, telling Adrian to hold still as he threw him a silver coin. 

“Alright,” he watched the worker leave and moved Adrian in front of the doors. “I’m gonna take off the blindfold.” 

“Finally.” 

“You have no patience, Adrian. It’s surprising, really.” He reached over to the knot, loosening it as he spoke. 

“You have blinded me, and taken me somewhere unfamiliar. I can smell polish, dust and paint.” He scowled. “You could've been attacked and I’d lose a second to see, a second that could be needed.”

Trevor opened the knot, and the fabric slid off Adrian’s face, revealing his gold eyes. He smiled, reaching forward to collect the fallen fabric from around his neck. His fingers grazed his skin.  “You don’t need to worry about me, husband.” 

Adrian’s mouth parted. He stared at Trevor with bright, bright eyes. So much so that Trevor swallowed and looked away.

Why did I call him that?

He busied himself by looking around the hallway which thankfully, had no signs of its usage except that it was plush and expensive. 

Adrian looked at him questioningly and Trevor grinned, moving aside so he faced the doors. He gestured dramatically. “Go ahead.” 

And Adrian did. He pushed open the doors and strode in, Trevor right on his heels. He then almost collided into his back. 

“Seriously? I know you know I was right there.” He complained.

But Adrian didn’t reply. Trevor looked over him and saw the view of the theatre. The seats were almost full, people rushing up and down the aisles, and their chatter rising, though fainter from their height.

The stage was lit, a curtain covering its content but a man dressed in red was peeking behind it, then peeking out and gesturing to another worker in red. 

Adrian was still silent. 

Trevor swallowed. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe Adrian didn’t like this theatre and Trevor had just dragged him to it. 

“Hey,” he touched his arm lightly. “What do you think?” 

Adrian didn’t turn. His voice sounded loud in the box. “You… it’s wonderful.”

Relief coursed through him. “Oh, good. Wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

He did turn then. From this high, the lights below fell behind him, surrounding him like a halo. His smile was similar. “Is this why you blinded me?”

“Don’t make it sound so dramatic. And yes.” He ushered him forward, both of them sitting in the plush cushioning.

And as if that was a sign, the lights around them dimmed and there was excited whispering as others took their seats.

Adrian leaned over. “What is the play about?”

He huffed, thinking about the mystery they’d missed out on but again, Adrian would enjoy this too. “Something about passion.”

In the dim light, he could see Adrian raise a brow and he shoved him lightly. “Fuck off. It was the only one available.”

Adrian opened his mouth, no doubt to insult him when a voice sounded onstage and he whipped around, attention completely taken by the stage below.

Trevor watched for a moment in amusement before he looked at the stage himself. 

—

“She doesn’t even know this man? How is she trusting him?” He whispered hotly and Adrian pushed him back without even looking at him.

“That’s the point, Trevor. It’s supposed to send a message about their love.”

He scowled. “Unless the message is anything but stranger danger, I don’t get it.”

—

“Oh, give me a break.” 

“What is it now?”

He wondered if he was being selfish by commenting so much on the play and resolved to stay quiet.

Adrian’s voice sounded beside him, “well?” 

He couldn’t help it and blurted out, “there is no way he could fight off so many knights! He has no training!”

Adrian’s laughter sounded next to him.

—

Trevor was not interested in this play. He was not.

“She should just tell everyone to fuck off.”

“I agree.”

“I mean it’s her life.”

“Yes.”

“Why doesn’t he train her to fight if he cares so much? That way, she can challenge her family to be able to choose her own hand.”

“I don’t think, in this case, women learning to fight is common.”

He snorted. He’d love to show them his family. “Stupid.”

“Indeed.”

—

Trevor watched in bafflement as the scene below unfolded.

“My love!” The actor screamed in agony, clutching a limp body to his. “My love!”

“Oh, God.” He snorted. “It’s sad but they barely knew each other.”

“Please!” The actor sobbed. “Come back! Come back!”

A figure cloaked in black appeared on stage, holding a scythe in one hand and Trevor chuckled. Death.

“You cannot take her from me! She must stay!”

“She is gone.”

“No!”

“Yes.”

“You can bring her back! You must!”

“You mortals are all the same. Death is a finality. But it is peaceful.” A pause. “You would never have had long with her. All mortal lives are bold things but they flicker out just as quickly.”

The actor released an anguished scream that had Trevor shifting uncomfortably. 

But soon he had to watch the man try to wrestle with Death and snorted.

“Can you believe this?” Adrian didn’t reply. The lights had gotten dimmer as the play went on and he couldn't see his expression if he tried.

But soon the play wrapped up from there. Turns out there wasn’t much to see if one of the two main stairs died. Other than more crying and grief, of course.

He still clapped along with everyone else when the actors lined up on stage and the curtain dropped. It entertained him, he supposed.

Soon, doors were open, hallway light flooding through as other hall candles were re-lit. Trevor could see properly and turned to Adrian.

“That wasn’t too bad.”

Adrian was still looking at the stage, a faraway expression on his face. At Trevor’s voice, he blinked and looked over at him, but said nothing. Trevor held his gaze, confused.

“Not that great? I thought that—“

Adrian stood abruptly, leaving the box in quick strides before Trevor could even comprehend it.

“Hey!”

He rushed outside, catching a tail-end of Adrian’s fluttering coat and chased after him.

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

“I need to get something. Give me a few moments. Wait at the square. The fountain.”

What the fuck? “I’ll come with you.” He didn’t turn. Trevor sped up, swearing as a barrage of people swarmed from one of the doors. 

He pushed past them roughly. “Adrian, slow down!”

More swarms came swarming, the lower levels of audience members all around him. 

Fuck. 

After pushing, shoving, cursing and almost punching someone in the face, he finally made it past the crowd, rushing to the doors and facing the setting sun.

He stopped.

Adrian was gone.

———

Trevor waited at the fountain. 

What else could he do?

Stupid Adrian. If he wanted to leave the play so badly then he could’ve told Trevor. It’s not as if he would have objected.

The night sky fell over him and Trevor traced it lazily, finding the brightest stars and remembering constellations.

He would seriously punch Adrian when he saw him.

Footsteps sounded ahead of him and Trevor took a glance, dismissing it when he saw the red hair, and looking back at the sky.

The footsteps came closer. And stopped near him.

Still leaning casually, Trevor took out his blade, holding it straight down his leg.

He turned and inspected the man in front of him. Large, a bit bigger than him, red hair that was cut short and rich, aristocratic clothing that he barely assessed.

He was more focused on the fangs when the vampire spoke.

“I thought I recognised you. Though, I couldn’t be sure.” His voice was a drawl but there was arrogance behind it, a triumph that had Trevor tensing.

“Well, you have me at a loss.” He narrowed his eyes. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Oh? I’m surprised you don’t recognise a friend.” He grinned. “Come now. I was at your wedding.”

Trevor stopped. If he was there, he knew the terms. If he attacked him…

“Though I must admit, I’m surprised to see you here. Especially unguarded. I thought I was right.”

“About what?”

“That he might take after his father.” He waved a hand. “It’s no matter. I had no bets placed.” He smile was wild. “I’m not a gambling man.” He took a step closer. “But because of that, I need to be sure.”

“The fuck are you—“

There’s a burst of speed and Trevor shot his dagger out at the same moment. But the vampire doesn’t attack him, and his arm falls, its target nowhere near him.

He can feel the wind blowing past his ripped cloak.

Trevor looked down, glancing at the fallen fur and the skin beneath it.

Looking up, he saw the vampire analysing him. Well, not him. His neck?

Whatever he saw must have made him glad because he smiled, still looking fucking demented. He clapped his hands together and bowed.

“Thank you, Trevor Belmont.”

“What is this?” He snarled. He raised the blade threateningly when the man interrupted.

“Harming me would be breaking the pact.”

“I—“

“You may harm me in self-defence, yes, but look, I have not harmed a hair on your head.” He waved dismissively. “Let’s not be dramatic.” He came closer, standing toe to toe with him.

“What do you want?” He gritted out.

He hummed. “Perhaps I may tell you. Perhaps not. But I will not harm you now, Belmont. You have my word.”

Raising a hand, he reached towards Trevor, and as much as he wanted to punch his teeth out, didn’t move.

He wanted to see what the vampire would do. Because right now, he had no clue.

And if he did try to attack him, Trevor would harm him back. 

Still, he pushed away when the vampire touched his neck, pulling the ripped cloak to the side to reveal more skin.

“That’s it—“

But in a second, the vampire was metres away. “Until our paths cross, Belmont.” He bowed again, just as dramatic as before. 

Trevor came forward but the man only smiled, fangs glinting. In a blur, he was gone.

What the fuck?

He stood there, eyes and ears trained around him, catching every sound.

Trevor never went off his guard but the vampire didn’t come back.

Soon after though, Adrian did.

Trevor could hear the click of boots on the cobblestones and stared as Adrian’s blonde head came past the fountain.

“I apologise.” He wasn’t looking at him and held something of brown leather in front of him like a peace offering. “The stalls woman left and I had to find her.”

Trevor suddenly felt angry. “You asshole. Why the fuck would you leave? Do you even know what happ—“

Adrian looked up as he spoke, eyes scanning him and Trevor stopped as he saw his nostrils flare, eyes narrowed and scanning him quickly.

He paused at his neck.

For the second time that night, Trevor had a vampire lunge at him. But this time, he let his arm remain limp at his side. 

Adrian’s hands ghosted over the ripped fabric. “What happened?” His voice was tense. Angry.

“Some vampire was here. I don’t know what he wanted, he just said some cryptic shit and left—“

“I can smell them.” Adrian snarled, face close to his neck and he could feel the heat of his breath on his skin.

“Yeah, he ripped my cloak? I don’t know.” He couldn’t find much more words when Adrian’s face, for the first time since he’d seen him, was full of so much anger.

“Look… we should go. It’s late and—“ He almost choked when Adrian startled to rub his hands over his neck, quickly, almost harshly.

“What are you doing?!”

Adrian scrubbed harder. “I can smell him.” It seemed the very words made him mad, his lips curling into a snarl.

“Well, that’s great. But what does it have to do with anything?”

He didn’t respond, furiously rubbing his palms over his neck and Trevor hesitated, staying silent and letting Adrian continue.

What else could he do? It’s not like Adrian was listening to him.

Pieces of fur that were close to the rip were torn off and Trevor watched them fall to the floor with wide eyes.

His eyes went even wider when Adrian leaned him, mouth against his collarbone and inhaled. Trevor could feel the slight brushes of his lips against his skin and quickly pulled back.

“Adrian!”

But Adrian didn’t even seem phased, only nodding his head, satisfied. “His scent is covered.” But he wrinkled his nose. “Regardless, you should bathe when we get back.”

Trevor blinked. None of this was making sense. 

“Do you… should we go back to the castle?”

Adrian seemed… wild. Maybe a walk would calm Adrian down from whatever had gotten into him.

“Hmm. Yes.”

He still seemed peeved, his body just a bit too tense so Trevor took a step forward and awkwardly patted him on the shoulder as he made his way to leave the street.

To his relief, Adrian’s frame relaxed under his touch and they made their way out of the city quietly, Trevor’s hand hovering over his ripped cloak. 

——

The castle was in sight. Trevor had never been more relieved to see it.

Their walk back had been silent. Every time Trevor thought to ask what exactly all that shit was about, he stopped himself. To him, reminding Adrian about the vampire would make it worse.

Whatever it was.

As they made their way up a hill, Trevor paused at the point, looking up at the sky. The same fucking stars he’d been tracing when the demented vampire appeared.

Their glints seemed like laughter.

“Did you buy anything?”

Trevor blinked at the unexpected voice, turning his head to see Adrian watching him. He seemed calmer now.

Trevor wondered why. 

But he still didn’t.

“Oh. Uh,” His pocket felt heavy, a velvet-lined box and jewel sitting in it innocently.

“I…” He trailed off, trapped between the warring sides of his head when Adrian spoke.

“I got you this.” He pulled out the same brown leather he held at the fountain and pulled its straps open.

It was a whip holder. Similar to the one he wore on his hip but obviously newer. The brown leather was gleaming and polished and different to his fraying one.

“You said it was breaking and I saw it in the stall. I thought, with your propensity for being cheap, I might get it for you.”

Adrian passed it to him and Trevor inspected it, feeling the familiar weight in his hands.

It was perfect. The same quality his family used. They would approve.

“Thank you.” He said softly, hesitating before loosening the older one, taking his time to replace it. When he was done, he stepped back and gave a lazy grin.

“How do I look?”

But Adrian wasn’t looking at the whip holder. He was staring into his eyes and looked a little sad. 

And when he spoke, it was whispered. One that seemed like it wasn’t meant for him, like Adrian was reciting something to himself.

But Trevor heard it. He focused on the words, “We will never be here again.”

And before he could question it, before he could question anything, Adrian had stalked forward, away from him and to the castle and Trevor watched him.

He had missed something. He didn’t know what but he was sure of it. 

He caught up to him, feeling the words fester in his month. But none of them felt right.

Adrian didn’t say anything, only nodding his head when Trevor gave his thanks for the gift.

Trevor looked down at the older leather in his hands. His pocket felt heavy and he sighed. 

Neither of them said anything as they reached the castle, following the familiar route to their hallway and rooms.

He pushed open his door, staring at the view within. 

So much had happened today. A lot of which, he didn’t even understand. But this… he understood this.

“Adrian.”

“Yes?”

He swallowed. “Will you… stay with me? Like you said.”

Adrian straightened, surprised. “Yes. Of course.” But sighed sharply. “Just let me find my father first. He needs to be informed about the vampire.” He looked aggravated at the mere mention of him. “Tell me what he said.”

He did, watching Adrian’s face tense and eyes narrow. He nodded at the end of his recital and quickly moved from the hallway, body a blur.

Trevor sighed. Fucking vampire speed. He turned into his room and, for no reason other than to get Adrian to relax, bathed as he’d requested.

When he entered his bedroom again, Adrian was waiting for him, perched on the end of the bed and staring up at him.

For a moment, the thought of questioning what the fuck happened today crossed his mind. 

“No nightgown?” Trevor teased and Adrian scoffed, smiling. He’d taken off his coat and boots but Trevor wondered if he would still be comfortable all night in those pants. 

But he didn’t point it out. It confused him. Trevor hadn’t been asking a lot today.

But he relaxed as he settled into his sheets, peering at Adrian who sat over them next to him.

For a moment, Trevor wanted to tell him to get comfortable. But the box was still in his clothes, draped over the bathroom floor. 

He didn’t want Adrian that comfortable.

“Just… wake me if anything happens.”

“Would you like something to eat if I have to?”

He huffed. Adrian had an obsession with eating. “No. Just talk to me. I don’t like it when it’s quiet.”

“I will.” The words were hushed but uttered like a prayer. “Goodnight, Trevor.”

“Goodnight.”

——

Trevor turned in his sleep. 

Something brushed up against his back, running up along his spine.

He shivered and the movement stopped. Soon, something warm covered him completely and he buried himself in it. 

He thought he felt a light brush along his hair, quick and fleeting. But he couldn’t follow that wild thought. Couldn't stay awake for it. 

——

When Trevor woke up the next morning, Adrian was resting against his headboard, breathing light and eyes closed.

He huffed and turned deeper into his pillow, letting the light that seeped through the curtains hit his face.

He hadn’t had a nightmare.