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[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor reaches down to scoop up the dog, who whimpers and buries herself in his great burly arms. He glances back up to Adrian]

So I'm being punished. Sent here when I'm not being tailed around by Lark, because I killed a vampire who ripped someone's throat out. I think he wants it to where he can tell other people he did 'punish' me. What else?

[He sniffs the dog and grins]

Picked out a name for her. How do you feel about 'Lucy'?

[draculabutbackwards]

For purposes of satiating the masses, I don't know that it's the worst idea.

[Adrian has been avoiding the big warden fracas for months. People make him nervous. He's content to stick with the ones he knows he likes and try to do good in the small ways available.]

Lucy is nice.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Thanks. Named for Saint Lucy, or Lucia, depending on how fucking French you want to be about it.

[He grins at her, tucking her underneath his chin before glancing back to Adrian]

Yeah, well, that's why I didn't fight him on it. Had to beg to get him to not lock me in here. If you want a laugh, he says he would have had it opened in case of a fire, but I was likely to set that fire myself.

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian drifts over to join him and the dog on the sofa.]

That does sound like you. Apparently you're allowed to sleep on my floor, what was it, two or three nights a week. Not sure if we need to submit a schedule or solemnly swear or...

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor barks a laugh, setting Lucy in his lap and playing with her front paws]

I tried to tell him. I don't think he really understood that I have to stand guard over you. Make sure you don't fall apart when I'm not there.

[draculabutbackwards]

Yes, as we all know, without snoring and the occasional sleep-insult I'm just useless. So are you planning to cooperate with this regime, or shall I steel myself for the next blow?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Lucy is bounced on his knee a few times until she gets floppy and tired and lies dormant and content in his arms]

I don't know. I think it depends on everyone else not murdering each other in front of me.

Is my being here a blow to you? Or is it me killing that vampire priest that's the blow?

[draculabutbackwards]

[He's sleepy and stressed, but not dumb enough for that trap, thank you.]

Being demoted for having to rip out someone's throat on your behalf would be. Inconvenient, you know.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He gives a tired grin, and shuffles closer to Adrian until they're shoulder to shoulder]

Yeah.

I wasn't looking to start anything big. It just felt wrong to let things lie the way they were.

He lied to me. I couldn't even tell he was a vampire until that kid started screaming it over the network. How fucked is that? I think...part of me wanted to kill him because I couldn't see that he was lying.

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian reaches across to pet Lucy's ears in an absent way, his way of accepting the closeness without admitting it.]

Self awareness is good. I suppose the question is what you hoped would happen next.

cw; implied suicidal thoughts

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He gives a weary smile, tired]

In that second? I think I wanted someone to come and rip my throat out.

cw; implied suicidal thoughts

[draculabutbackwards]

[Adrian's shoulder leans a little more heavily into his.]

No one's doing that. You'd taste terrible.

Re: cw; implied suicidal thoughts

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He huffs a laugh. Adrian always knows what to say to make him feel better]

You asked. Thought you didn't drink blood, anyway.

[draculabutbackwards]

Purely practical. No consumption intended or implied.

[He sighs faintly, looking for a useful landing place. No doubt Trevor has been aggressively wardened at. There's nothing new he can say, most likely. And certainly nothing useful.]

I could stay here, as easily as anything else. Or wherever he puts you. If that's easier than borrowing you like an antiquity for display.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[he gives a low snort.]

You're the one dressed like you popped out of a pre-Christian tapestry.

Nah. You've got a cabin. And Rags needs looking after, after what happened with the greenhouse. And I've got Lucy.

Look - Adrian.

[He fades off, unable to voice the thoughts pinging off the inside of his brain. Instead he just ends with;]

Thanks.

[draculabutbackwards]

[Oh shit sincerity.]

He's more likely to commandeer me during the day. Certainly isn't shy. The point stands. Of course you can enjoy your usual princely accommodations, but. If you need to call me in.

[atowncalledtreffy]

You know that that Hunter kid sleeps with a stuffed demon?

I joked with him that you sleep with a stuffed human.

[draculabutbackwards]

[Fine, he will be deflected.]

Joke's on both of you. I rarely sleep at all. Good, though, he's had the childhood so absolutely crushed out of him. He deserves a relic.

[Said with the vast wisdom nineteen has for sixteen.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

You noticed that too.

[said the early-twenties to the nineteen year old]

[draculabutbackwards]

He reacted to a medicinal dose of chicken soup as though I was trying to trick him into a blood debt. It wasn't much of a deduction.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Let me guess. "What do you want for this?" and aggressive flustering.

[draculabutbackwards]

So it's a pattern, then.

[atowncalledtreffy]

No, but I know the type. Poor kid.

[draculabutbackwards]

I think I've got the hang of not throwing him immediately on the defensive now, but I didn't expect soup to be such a point of contention.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Did you serve it to him with a slice of condescending pie?