[She's antsy all of a sudden, looking up at his face and then back to her toes, then to the side and then back again she meets his eyes. For as volatile and strong as she could be, there's still a part of her heart that's a delicate, if not idealistic maiden.]
I don't want my first kiss to be with someone I don't know.
[That is definitely not what this is. His hand is warm, thumb rough but she doesn't mind and despite whatever composure she might've had...it's starting to slip. Her heart is racing and for all the stupid shit Trevor is capable of and how dense he can be sometimes...he's being awfully charming right now.
So what if she kind of had to prompt him into it? Still counts.]
[And he manages to bite back anything smarter than that by settling his hand against the back of her neck so he can coax her forward gently as he closes the gap between them, pressing his lips against hers lightly -- at first, at least.
Once he's kissing her, though, it's Sypha, and how long has he wanted to do this? He nudges his mouth forward a fraction, almost goes to part his lips and make a soft noise, but -- no, no. He draws back reluctantly, pupils large, and manages what amounts to an incredibly stupid smile.]
[She's not sure what to expect. Some people said it'd be like sudden sparks, like lightening. Other's said it'd be like a sudden butterflies hatching in one's stomach. To her though it's more like the heat of a fire, a warmth that rushes past her lips and runs through her completely, all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. The contact is chaste enough at first but as his lips linger she finds her eyes have closed and she's nudging closer-
Only for him to pull away and leave her standing stupidly with her eyes closed, almost ready to follow him to keep kissing...but her eyes snap open soon enough. The goofy grin she's greeted with has her pink, fingers reaching up to touch at her lips as if to inspect them.
[He really, really had not wanted to pull back from that kiss, but he also knows that he can get carried away easily and the last thing he wants is to overstep some sort of invisible boundary -- he lets his fingertips linger against the back of her neck for a moment or two longer and then trails them across her shoulder, down her upper arm.]
Not so terrible.
[And he clears his throat, trying to catch her gaze again.]
Sypha. Adrian and I are both -- we're here to support you in whatever way you need. Anything. All right?
[It isn't terrible at all. Far from it really...and Sypha's surprised she enjoyed it as much as she did. Trevor catches her gaze and she's inclined to keep her focus on him, reaching over with her hand to lay her fingers over his.]
...Mm, I know you are.
[And she's grateful for it. She just...doesn't know what to ask for or how to ask for it, not to mention her pride gets in the way.]
But...just because you are willing does that mean you actually want to? You know, with me.
[Just because they all had a moment of admitting their feelings doesn't mean they want her like that. They clearly have each other for that sort of thing. Why is this so unnecessarily complicated and more importantly, why is Sypha such an idiot?]
[Trevor Belmont is no good at hiding his emotions without becoming irrationally angry -- and becoming angry now seemed like a recipe for ruining whatever chance of a relationship he might've had with Sypha, so the look written clearly across his face says only confused as fuck.]
-- Sypha. That's --
[And this time he brings his hand back up to her face, to cup her cheek lightly and try to suppress the blush creeping up his neck.]
-- A pretty fucking big part of wanting to be there for you -- wanting you.
[Well Mr. Confused As Fuck meet Miss Smug as she takes moment to process what he's telling her, the sly quirk of her lips taking hold once it hits her. She should be embarrassed and honestly she is. She's not looking forward to meeting the expectations this place has set out for her but...hearing Trevor admit that he wants her?
Feels pretty nice.]
So...you think I am attractive?
[It's that same look she gave him when gloating about moving the castle. Maybe you should reconsider calling her the smart one.]
[He can't help it. He knows this is an incredibly inappropriate time for it, but he can't help it -- when she gets that smug look on her face and asks him if he finds her attractive, he lets out a burst of laughter.
He has to drop his head to her shoulder, frame shaking silently for several moments before he catches his breath.]
-- shit. Okay, all right, I'm all right.
[He leans in for another peck to her lips, much more light and casual.]
Fortunately for you, I both think you're attractive and have learned the patience of a saint.
[She's not exactly expecting him to burst out laughing but she's not mad about it either. Instead she finds it a comforting sound, expression softening as he tips his head against her shoulder to get all his guffaws out. The peck to her lips catches her off guard, causing her cheeks to flare hot once more.
Trevor may be a Demon Hunter but there's something devilish about the smile he gives her.]
Oh how truly blessed I am. Shall I call you Saint Trevor then? I don't think the church has canonized one yet.
I think the only canonizing the Church would ever want to do to me would be loading my still-living body into a canon.
[Thank goodness that they're able to break up the tension a little with this interlude, because -- yeah, he knew that the conversation they'd just had was necessary, but he'd wanted it to happen about as much as he'd wanted his entire family to be murdered.
He drops down onto the couch, cautiously sliding his arm around her waist to coax her to sit against him as he does so.]
[It's Sypha's turn to snicker as she lets Trevor draw her toward him, guiding her back onto the couch, cuddled up against his side. He's being cautious and honestly she doesn't blame him - she would be too if the tables were turned. Her pulse is just a little quicker than normal as she allows herself to relax against his side.]
Unfortunately you wouldn't be doing much feasting on your feast day.
[Since, y'know, you have to be dead to be a Saint.]
[Look, it isn't like he knows all the stupid rules for being a Saint. Besides, he knows Jeanne is here, and supposedly she'd become a Saint, but she's -- sort of alive, so that's obviously a bullshit rule.
He chuckles, though, and gives her a squeeze once she settles in against him.
Right. He really should do ... something else.]
Sypha, I need you to understand that you can tell me if ever there's something that you're -- that you don't want to do. All right?
[Trevor glances over to the laundry room. Her clothes ought to be clean soon, but he's content for now to just be settled on the couch with her: it isn't as if they'd had much down time during the whole pursuit of Dracula and his evil horde, after all. This is -- a nice change.]
It's honestly kind of nice, just to sit quietly with him like this, in a big, clean home that's filled with curiosities. They had been on the move for so long, trekking through harsh terrain, trying to survive not only enemies that had been sent after them but the very elements themselves.
It's comfortable. Perhaps a little too comfortable.]
You are making me feel a bit pampered, Trevor. Like a noblewoman, or something of that sort.
It's a realization she's quickly coming to, as she feels him lean down over her to grace the crown of her head with a kiss. She's honestly not sure what to make of it. It's not a bad thing by any means, she likes it, but it is something to get used to, namely because she's realizing she herself is beyond awkward when it comes to returning it.]
Well I would hope so, although I cannot say I have crossed paths with many.
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[She's antsy all of a sudden, looking up at his face and then back to her toes, then to the side and then back again she meets his eyes. For as volatile and strong as she could be, there's still a part of her heart that's a delicate, if not idealistic maiden.]
I don't want my first kiss to be with someone I don't know.
[Or first anything really.]
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That's ... not what this is.
He brings a hand up to brush his thumb over her cheek, to settle an invisible piece of hair behind her ear.]
Well. Then Sypha ... would you allow me to kiss you?
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So what if she kind of had to prompt him into it? Still counts.]
...I'll allow it.
[Holy Mary Mother of God.]
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[And he manages to bite back anything smarter than that by settling his hand against the back of her neck so he can coax her forward gently as he closes the gap between them, pressing his lips against hers lightly -- at first, at least.
Once he's kissing her, though, it's Sypha, and how long has he wanted to do this? He nudges his mouth forward a fraction, almost goes to part his lips and make a soft noise, but -- no, no. He draws back reluctantly, pupils large, and manages what amounts to an incredibly stupid smile.]
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Only for him to pull away and leave her standing stupidly with her eyes closed, almost ready to follow him to keep kissing...but her eyes snap open soon enough. The goofy grin she's greeted with has her pink, fingers reaching up to touch at her lips as if to inspect them.
Well. That was a thing. That certainly happened.]
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Not so terrible.
[And he clears his throat, trying to catch her gaze again.]
Sypha. Adrian and I are both -- we're here to support you in whatever way you need. Anything. All right?
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...Mm, I know you are.
[And she's grateful for it. She just...doesn't know what to ask for or how to ask for it, not to mention her pride gets in the way.]
But...just because you are willing does that mean you actually want to? You know, with me.
[Just because they all had a moment of admitting their feelings doesn't mean they want her like that. They clearly have each other for that sort of thing. Why is this so unnecessarily complicated and more importantly, why is Sypha such an idiot?]
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-- Sypha. That's --
[And this time he brings his hand back up to her face, to cup her cheek lightly and try to suppress the blush creeping up his neck.]
-- A pretty fucking big part of wanting to be there for you -- wanting you.
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Feels pretty nice.]
So...you think I am attractive?
[It's that same look she gave him when gloating about moving the castle. Maybe you should reconsider calling her the smart one.]
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He has to drop his head to her shoulder, frame shaking silently for several moments before he catches his breath.]
-- shit. Okay, all right, I'm all right.
[He leans in for another peck to her lips, much more light and casual.]
Fortunately for you, I both think you're attractive and have learned the patience of a saint.
[The shit-eating grin says otherwise.]
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Trevor may be a Demon Hunter but there's something devilish about the smile he gives her.]
Oh how truly blessed I am. Shall I call you Saint Trevor then? I don't think the church has canonized one yet.
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[Thank goodness that they're able to break up the tension a little with this interlude, because -- yeah, he knew that the conversation they'd just had was necessary, but he'd wanted it to happen about as much as he'd wanted his entire family to be murdered.
He drops down onto the couch, cautiously sliding his arm around her waist to coax her to sit against him as he does so.]
But I might be amenable to having a feast day.
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Unfortunately you wouldn't be doing much feasting on your feast day.
[Since, y'know, you have to be dead to be a Saint.]
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He chuckles, though, and gives her a squeeze once she settles in against him.
Right. He really should do ... something else.]
Sypha, I need you to understand that you can tell me if ever there's something that you're -- that you don't want to do. All right?
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Oh I will. You do not have to worry about that, Trevor.
[Because if there's one thing Sypha is good at it's letting people know how she feels about things. Loudly.]
And I will try to use my words and not my fists.
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[Trevor glances over to the laundry room. Her clothes ought to be clean soon, but he's content for now to just be settled on the couch with her: it isn't as if they'd had much down time during the whole pursuit of Dracula and his evil horde, after all. This is -- a nice change.]
We'll get everything settled soon.
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It's honestly kind of nice, just to sit quietly with him like this, in a big, clean home that's filled with curiosities. They had been on the move for so long, trekking through harsh terrain, trying to survive not only enemies that had been sent after them but the very elements themselves.
It's comfortable. Perhaps a little too comfortable.]
You are making me feel a bit pampered, Trevor. Like a noblewoman, or something of that sort.
[She can definitely be bratty enough.]
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[He smirks, leaning against her gently and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.]
I treat you much better than I've treated most noblewomen I've come across.
[Granted, she also hasn't been trying to throw anything at or on him lately.]
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It's a realization she's quickly coming to, as she feels him lean down over her to grace the crown of her head with a kiss. She's honestly not sure what to make of it. It's not a bad thing by any means, she likes it, but it is something to get used to, namely because she's realizing she herself is beyond awkward when it comes to returning it.]
Well I would hope so, although I cannot say I have crossed paths with many.