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[heosphorus]

The bushes, [ Trevor says, with no small amount of distaste, ] were clearly possessed.

[ He has the scratches on his arms to show for it. Neatly cleaned and dressed by Alucard, who had insisted, he was a healer's son. And of course the second he'd tended to his patient he ran off to tell Sypha. Trevor opens an eye from where he'd been sitting, listening, nodding, interjecting with mm-hmms. The little things to let Sypha barrel onwards; Trevor's learnt by now to go with the flow, this current doesn't tolerate him swimming against it. ]

[ He blinks at her as she takes his hand, mouth tugging up. The absent, instinctive affection that answers Sypha every time she's near is still... a surprise, sometimes, even if Trevor's already been willing to give it a name and shout it from the rooftops. That it exists and it's as determined as it is. (And that she has to go along with him on it, for Once.) ]

Can we go back to your day? It was a lot more interesting.

[ syPHA ]