[ Open | Action & Video ] I Hear Trouble Coming (cw: bad language, drinking)

[belmonts]

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You'd think I'd be used to this by now. So what is it this time? Am I dead again? Or Is some Fairy King gonna jump out of the closet with a boner and a flower crown for me? C'mon then, bring it on. I don't give a shit anymore.

[ Trevor had somehow managed to broadcast his little rant to anyone and everyone who happened to be watching. Standing in the middle of his nimbus that was slowly starting to take the form of a dingy old tavern. Apparently, all the Belmont wished for at that moment, was a stiff drink and a place to sulk. ]

Actually, hold that thought... I need to take a piss.

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Later on, after spending far too long imagining and dreaming up, possibly the blandest nimbus ever! Trevor decided to venture out and see where he was allowed to roam. He wasn't doing a very good job of paying attention to his surroundings, however, as he seemed to somehow manage to get himself lost.

"You're joking... You've got to be."

He grunted, running a hand down his face as he let out an exasperated sigh.

"I could have sworn I came from that direction... God, please just open the ground and swallow me up. I think I preferred being dead to this."

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[wildwarden]

To be fair to Trevor, the Dreamscape was fucking weird and seemingly ever changing. There were stairs to nowhere, pink clouds and bubbles floating about, a city twisting upward in the distance beyond a seemingly endless expanse of desolate road. Not to mention the current split of seasons happening thanks to some weird brotherly feud. So it made sense he might get lost.

Or maybe he wasn't lost at all. Maybe he was right where he needed to be for a certain fae-elf to spot him as she came out from the sunnier side of the seasonal split, bare foot and adorned in a green bikini that barely covered what it needed to, she was headed to her cloud when she spotted him muttering to himself.

"Trevor?" She called, her voice low at first, then suddenly growing louder and more frantic when she started to move closer. "Trevor Belmont!"

[belmonts]

Pinching the bridge of his nose as he heard his name. Granted, it's been a while since he heard her voice that is, but Trevor currently thought it was someone irked to see a 'Belmont' wandering around.

"No. No that's not me. I just found his shirt."

He grumbled out, all gruff and sarcastically. That is until he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of an eye. It was the wild green hair that he spotted first, then those eyes, and... Wait, it can't actually be her, can it? He's been told he's dreaming but still!

"...D-Daeleth?"

It can't be, can it? His piercing blue eyes widen as he turns to face her, unsure footing as he steps through the fluffy cloud-like ground onto a more stable path, closer to her.

[wildwarden]

Hearing her own name, the name no one else should know, only made her move faster. Thankful now she had lungs that worked and didn't wheeze at the slightest bit of exertion, Night Sky sprinted toward him, blowing away wisps of pink clouds and popping bubbles until she was close enough to throw herself at him. She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around his neck, fingers fumbling to grasp at the back of his clothes and the longer bits of his hair.

"Trevor." She whispered, face pressed to his temple to inhale the familiar, musky scent of him. A scent that might make normal people gag and demand he bathe, only made her smile more as she leaned back to look at him, bright green eyes filled with tears. "Hi, sweetness." She half-laughed, half-sobbed.

[belmonts]

Trevor almost fell over himself as she sprinted towards him. Leaping a few steps of his own (reflexes like a cat, thank you very much~) to close the distance, but before he could look and work out where to trust his footing, she was throwing herself in his arms. Arms that wrapped around her instantly, holding her close with a strength in them that threatened never to let her go again.

"I can't believe it's actually you." There was a softness in his usual gruff, sarcastic tone, emotion that he couldn't hide if he wanted to. "You've gotta stop doing this to me. I'm losing my mind." He laughed when she pulled back to greet him, cupping her face in both hands as he pressed his forehead to hers. "I swear to God, if this really is a dream and I wake up in a second, in a barn somewhere covered in my own vomit, I'm gonna rip someone a new arsehole."

Maybe not the most romantic thing to say, but it was honest if nothing else.

As he cupped her face, scanning the magic in her vibrant verdant eye, he couldn't help but smile. "If you vanish again, I'll find you. But please, don't vanish, okay?"

[wildwarden]

Night Sky held on tight and leaned in close, nodding as best she could with his strong hands on her cheeks and their foreheads pressed together. "Yeah - I. I'm sorry." It wasn't her fault the universe kept throwing them around, she knew that, but she did feel genuinely bad that she always seemed to be the one yanked away first; leaving him alone and confused and never knowing if he would find her again. Of course, being that this was a dream, and last she knew they had fallen asleep together... maybe it just took him longer to actually start dreaming. And maybe, if the Outsider was as nice as they claimed to be, they would wake up together.

That was something to worry about later though. They were together again now, and all Night Sky wanted to do was curl up in his arms and nestle in close for as long as she could. Tears fell when she blinked, and she tilted her head to kiss him for a few seconds while she gathered her thoughts. When she pulled back, it was only far enough to speak without being muffled by his mouth. "I won't, I promise. I'm so glad you're here, Trevor."

[belmonts]

He knew it wasn't actually her fault, but it still didn't stop him from saying that. She always vanished. He was always left alone. Maybe it was payment for abandoning those he'd grown close to back in his own world? Or maybe it was just God shitting in his dinner, once again. Whatever the reason, Trevor was more determined than ever to fight back this time. She's not being taken from him again. He won't let her go if it kills him.

The idea that this really was a dream and that they had just fallen asleep together and could possibly walk up together? Yea, Trevor liked that idea. Liked it a lot.

Cupping her face, seeing the tears fall and drying them with his thumbs as he leans into her kiss. Unable to pull away, unable to even breathe as their lips pressed so firmly together. A wash of emotion flooded over him, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her skin... Oh, how he'd missed this. Missed her.

[wildwarden]

They would probably have to pry Trevor from Night Sky's cold, dead hands the next time they tried to take him from her - or vice versa, which seemed to be the more accurate version - but with any luck, that time would not come again and they would just...wake up. Somewhere, be it the Feywilds or otherwise.

In the meantime, she focused on kissing him; on the scents that made normal people scrunch their noses up; on the familiar press of his lips and the equally familiar press of his body against her own when she leaned into him. "Mm. Have you seen your 'cloud' yet?" A beat. "Do you even know what's going on?"

[belmonts]

Not on your nelly! There was no way come Hell or high water that Trevor Belmont was going to be separated from this woman again. Even if it meant finding death and slapping the fucker across the chops. Nuh-uh. Not happening. Though, it would be nice to wake up beside her right about now, in a place they both knew, a place they could call home together.

Kissing her, where those tears had fallen, practically smothering her face with his, the scratch of his stubbly beard, his dry calloused hands against the softest skin he'd ever felt in all his sorry life. Pressing his face into that verdant hair of hers, inhaling her earthy smell and sighing deeply. He just wanted to enjoy her, just the two of them.

"Hmm? Who me? Do I know what's going on? No, sorry. Not the foggiest." Cloud? What cloud? All he could see was her.

[wildwarden]

Night Sky continued to drink him in, relishing the familiarity if rough, calloused fingers and hair-stubbled skin. Without moving away from their embrace, Night Sky spoke again:

"Should have figured. We all get our own, uh, clouds...they're like their own personal dimensions. It's fucking weird but you can make it look however you want. Guess what mine looks like..." if you guessed 'the campsite in the woods back in Faerie' you'd be correct.

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[pinandcove]

Milo, on the other hand, was pretty good with directions in the Dreamscape, in no small part due to the fact that he took himself out for "walkies" on the daily. It'd be easy for him to just stay in his nimbus cloud all day--- after all, he'd modeled it after his own home, except the bills were free, the appliances never broke, and the fish in the lake outside were always biting. Why leave paradise? But the objective was to make friends, of course, and he'd go insane if he didn't socialize occasionally and get a change of scenery, so out he went, just like any other day.

The Dreamscape's current roster was relatively small, and they regularly went into events as a group, so it didn't take long for Milo to recognize an unfamiliar face on his stroll through the woods, especially when he was grumbling about how lost he was. This was probably the third or fourth newbie Milo had discovered this way, so it was basically his thing now.

"Hey man," he spoke up. "Got a little turned around? Where you tryin' to go?"

[Action] (very late due to illness & hiatus! feel free to ignore it its too late! D: )

[belmonts]

Really? He'd go insane if he didn't socialize? What was wrong with him? Trevor on the other hand was more than happy to be by himself again. It had been like that when his family was murdered and it had been like that until he met a crazy Witch and floating Vampire Jesus. Honesty, he would have been more than happy to stay in his nimbus if it wasn't for the Outsider wanting him to 'mingle.'

Ah, so this is the welcome party, is it? Trevor stood still and stared blankly at the other man for an uncomfortably long moment. Half tempted to grunt the word 'nope' and turn on his heels in the other direction. Nothing personal you see, he's just not a very personable eh person.

"Honestly? ... Anywhere that has alcohol sounds good to me." Trevor finally grunted out, sighing and tossing the hopefully helpful stranger a half-exhausted smile.