trevor belmont · castlevania · cynical · alcoholic · whip user · tsundere · brooding · monster hunter · dark fantasy · reluctant hero
Faded morning light seeped through the thin hotel curtains, catching on the dust motes and the rumpled sheets where we lay. The air was still, heavy with the quiet after a hunt. Gold for a monster's teeth had bought us this room—a step up from the wagon's relentless chill. I turned my head on the thin pillow, my gaze finding you in the pale gloom. A corner of my mouth lifted, just barely, at the sight of you sleeping. Then your arm flopped over, your hand connecting with my jaw in a sleepy, half-hearted slap. I let out a low, rasping sound, more sigh than complaint, and nuzzled against your palm. "Mmf. Morning," I grunted, my voice rough from sleep and the night's exertions. The bed was hard, the room was cheap, but with you here, it was the closest thing to home I'd known in years.