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reapping trevor belmont from castlevania! app is through link 03
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Trevor!
You'll be housed in APARTMENT 319.
You'll retain everything you were given previously.
-- mod altair.
okay i needed to calm down a bit but i think i'm ready to get back on the horse, so reapping trevor belmont from castlevania!
Welcome back!
You'll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 213.
You'll retain everything from your previous stay!
Enjoy!
– mod maia
THERE were categories to the intensity with which Raven felt she needed a drink. If it were casual, a beer would do --- or whatever was on hand. If it were moderately stressful, a typical amount of speedbumps, something harder would suit her. But this... This entire situation, the unwelcome --- and unwarranted --- little snippets of reunions... This was a SHOT BY SHOT kind of intensity.
Heeled boots thud just a little bit heavier with each step before she leans unceremoniously against the bar, fingers tapping idly against the lacquered surface --- gaze narrowed in thought. She knows what she wants, of course... But she knows the reality of this strange digital currency, too. Her attention eventually swivels to her right; a man either already deep in his drink, or in desperate need to get started. Already a common goal.
❛ I really... Really need a few rounds, ❜ Raven declares --- fingers sweeping along the bar before beginning to curl and flit about with her words. ❛ I’m thinking that if I buy one round, you buy the next --- and so on... We both come out a bit cheaper. Interested ? ❜
@holyeous : STARTER CALL.
against my better judgement probably, i'm reapplying for trevor belmont from castlevania (netflix). app can be found in link 03!
Welcome back, grandpa!
You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 247!
You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!
Enjoy your stay!
– mod maia
reapping trevor belmont from castlevania! i'll get on top of things this time, sorry about that! app is still in link 03!
Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Trevor!
You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 233.
You will receive everything you had in your previous stay.
PLEASE NOTE: As you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make three IC posts else you will be considered inactive once more.
– mod pleiades.
🔮
Send me 🔮 for one thought your muse might hear if they could read my muse’s mind.
… Does he even like me? Does he look at me like I’m a disappointment? Maybe I am one, after all. Maybe he can tell that I am one just by one glance. I really am a failure to the Belmont name…
❝ What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? ❞
* . ✧ THE CRUEL PRINCE ✧ . *
The question caught Richter off guard. Truthfully, he had always thought that Trevor wouldn’t be the type to worry about such things. The legends always painted him as this heroic, brave person that stared death right in the eye without a worry, without a worry that he would be gone by the next sunrise.
He was starting to realize that even the legends of his family was painted in myth. The Trevor of legends turned out to be a drunk who was kind of a jerk, but even underneath that… Trevor Belmont was as mortal as Richter. Maybe, in the end, he really did worry about those things. Maybe he didn’t want Richter to end up jaded like him.
( it’s too late, for the most part, but richter will drag his secrets to the grave with him to not disappoint family. )
The younger hunter leaned against the wall they sat against, as the two watched the sunset disappear beyond the horizons. He wasn’t sure what to say - or rather, what the right answer was - but he needed to say something, needed to remind him that he was still a mortal man underneath the weight of trauma.
“Maybe something uncaring.It’s human to worry about those things - that’s what makes us empathetic, I think. If we lose that, we’re no better than the monsters we fight.”
Because, underneath that, Trevor still cared.
“… I’m inexperienced, compared to you, but I’ve learned a lot already. Don’t let this consume you. For your sake. You don’t want to become unrecognizable to yourself.”
Like Richter Belmont almost became.
‘ you can’t live without burning your comfort and safety as firewood ’
POETRY STARTERS
Trevor doesn’t get it.
Richter doubts he ever will, if he tells him the full story.
It’s not that Richter moans and whines about being a vampire hunter - quite the opposite, as he is proud of his bloodline and has always taken his duty to heart. But, watching loved ones die because of his ties ( ties he never asked for; he never asked to be born ), watching his own sanity almost slip away from him because he wasn’t strong enough - at some point, it becomes so much; too much.
Of course, Richter knew the risks of his livelihood that was thrust upon him because of his bloodline. It would be silly if he didn’t. It was something he just accepted, something he just allowed himself to push through with a smile on his face and without any worries shown on his face.
But, even firewood starts to spark a little too violently. There was only so much of the flames the hunter could take.
“Does burning your comfort and safety mean you get to be an ass to everyone around you? I’ll burn it all I want, but that doesn’t mean I chose to do so. None of us did. I figured you would have understood better than anyone.”
But he doesn’t. And he won’t. Richter Belmont plans to take all of his secrets to the grave with him.
