There was a shift the moment a hand touched Trevor's shoulder. Every part of the dhampir sat up straight, tension shot up him. He was an archer's bow, ready to launch. Every part of him sought movement, up. Away. Someplace. Yet every part of him was anchored and drowning.
The anchor dragged him further down into memories that had barely been locked away. It showed on his face, shifting through sheer terror, fury, then something more decidedly shattered. Unprocessed trauma that he refused to engage with because right now it was just easier to shove it away. He had been doing fine until this place dragged him here.
He has been doing fine up until the Belmont showed up.
That should be it though. The burnt bridge, as much closure on at least that part of his life that Alucard could get. Silence settled, but the texture of Alucard's had shifted.
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The anchor dragged him further down into memories that had barely been locked away. It showed on his face, shifting through sheer terror, fury, then something more decidedly shattered. Unprocessed trauma that he refused to engage with because right now it was just easier to shove it away. He had been doing fine until this place dragged him here.
He has been doing fine up until the Belmont showed up.
That should be it though. The burnt bridge, as much closure on at least that part of his life that Alucard could get. Silence settled, but the texture of Alucard's had shifted.