ㅤㅤ† 𝕬𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝕱𝗮𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁 𝕿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝘀 †
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝕯𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀
ㅤㅤ 𝕿𝐇𝐄 𝕬𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‟ And so here I am —
ㅤ choosing to honor my mother by ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤkilling my father. ″
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ↡「 #castlevaniarp 」↡
⠀⠀⠀(⠀* the young hunter conjures fire, his body becoming enveloped as if it were part of him. his great magical influence never falters, not even when he's wounded; he will at least do something. although the dragon's presence makes him lower his guard slightly >
his head is bleeding from a wound as he tries to locate the vampire by the sharp sound he perceived. he backs away, even though he is not fully able to protect himself.
bumping his head against the cool surface.
” ... No one has been able to cure me yet, and all I ask is that you take care of yourself and rest when you need to. “
⠀⠀He massaged his temples, feeling the weariness build, a particular kind. He understood a little how his mother must have felt sometimes. The worst part was he was tired but couldn't sleep because of the pain in his nightmares. He leaned against a wall, ±
╰ Trevor looked at him with a sense of loss, as if he knew what had gone wrong. He then stood up.
𝄒 Let's treat each other, me for my injuries and what you're feeling, so you can teach me to be less of an arsehole.
” ... Hurt yourself? Are you crazy? There are other ways to train, Dad! I actually worry about you! Damn it—” He spat the words out, teeth clicking. Frustration gnawed at him, a hard fight to contain.
He sighed, turning away, needing air, needing to keep from exploding.