LEGACY.

dear god; so this is love absolute. adrian's hands land upon trevor's sides, easing elongated nails upward upon his body, for which he can feel the body heat radiating from such fine, thick, intrusive clothing. pests as they may be, the dhampir makes quick work to coil his fingertips over the shirt's hem, easing it upwards from the waist to the neck. “ i certainly taste no corruption. just you... and how splendorous that taste is. a craving i am incapable of denying myself. ” golden eyes meet trevor's softening gaze; a steely visage melting in wake of the dhampir, and how he savors that ability. “ enough with this tedious blouse. raise your arms, so that i may remove it. ”

adrian is viewed through a similar, opposing lens. this position above him, ravenous and craving, is all trevor so desires. heart thrums wildly in his chest, as if they have not done this song and dance plenty of times. how he makes trevor re-learn the self, to abandon what walls they'd so carefully placed all those years ago. " only me, as if i could understand what it is you so savor ... it is a craving i won't ever deny you of. " his arms raise obediently, allowing the fine cloth to be lifted above his head. beneath, a body that has known trial and tribulation. fine, dark hair coats the chest, dripping down the torso. the skin is decorated with scars, some raised, some sunken — all of which adrian has seen and known. a jolt of passion urges them forward, capturing the dhampir's lips once more in ever-lingering desire. " come. take what you wish from me, before i find myself utterly distracted by you. "

Cesare Pavese, translated by Roberta Payne, from "Death Will Come,"

“ i can only think of one thing: that being the void, the end of all things; of time, and space, and all other phenomenon which comprise the universe we live in. but i am unsure what will happen to you when, in due time, all such existence ceases to exist. you're beyond that... beyond all of it. ” and how terrifying that may be. adrian does not shudder, but peers onto trevor with a waxing expression of concern. he pauses. “ if we do not find our answers somewhere, we will venture elsewhere. through time, through location. surely, there is a means to an end. ” the dhampir tilts his head, casting a small, bittersweet smile. breaching through the tenseness, he adds, “ and anyway, you of all people can't be the universal constant. if that was the case, then we'd really know that we're all damned to hell. ”

his eyes dart away as adrian continues on. beyond the void, beyond time, beyond space ... should things cease to exist, will he still be there? alone and abandoned by life, itself? in response, he only offers a sigh. how heavy his bones feel at this weight. expression contorts in displeasure. " he and i talked about being the best at our craft— at having to limit ourselves for the sake of not seeming as frightening as we could be. i suppose he was right, and this is my fucking reward for beating him ... very well, we will go together. let's leave as soon as we're able. i could head out tonight. " farther, they peel away, as if something that would ultimately taint him. arms cross in a subconscious means of self-soothing. " we were already all damned to hell, adrian. except it seems i'm getting the free pass. aren't i lucky? "

Yayoi Kusama: The Sea in the Evening Glow (1988) Facing the Imminent Death

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rare are moments such as these; where adrian speaks so freely of his lived experience that all fortifications erode and he, once more, becomes the boy. he allots himself very little: little time, and little emotion, perhaps for the fact that unleashing his sentiment would tear him apart, splintering muscle and bone until he was throbbing, and pulpy, and spasming in torture absolute. he lifts himself from his seated position, utilizing movement as a means to exert the excess energy swelling at his chest. hesitating, he turns to trevor, folding his arms over his chest. “ and, too, i mourn who i once was. before my father's madness, before my eyes awoke to the cruelty of men. i was gentler; i was kinder. but i was, above all else, naïve. i will not make that mistake again, even if it means burying the memories of my father so deep that they can't possibly re-emerge to haunt me. ”

" no. doing that will start you on the path i took. it is no easy road, and it is consuming. " trevor beholds his movement, opting to stay still even as the body commands he rise. how torturous it must be, how agonizing. they understand these sensations better than most. lips tug into a small frown, and trevor steps forward. he's silent at first. silent as adrian grieves before him, silent as powerful arms engulf the frame of their lover, silent too as hands grip tightly onto the fabric of adrian's shirt. to hold and comfort. this is what he should have had as a child, and it is their delight to give it to adrian now. nose buries into blond hair, allowing the senses to drink him in. " learn from me. grieve and mourn, and do not let it consume you. i will not let him haunt you. "

“ yes, i think i understand. ” travel. perhaps travel would be good for her. it would, at the very least, give her the time and distance to figure out this… mess she’s awakened to. the mere idea of distraction quells the sense of dread that has been weighing in her like a stone. her thoughts shift back to trevor, and her eyes bore into the back of his head. “ you sound rather experienced, based on your words. how long have you been doing this? ”

" go around. follow the sounds of screams. where people are, trouble will be there waiting for you. if you're lucky, the people who want to stop that trouble will pay good coin for you to do so. " even now in the aftermath of vampiric wars, nightcreatures and those that hunger for blood linger. bad time to be getting into the hunter business, but they suppose if there was any profitable time to do so, she's right on time. " me? oh, since i was a child. my family hunted, so i've known this life for all of mine. what about you? you seem new to this sort of thing. "

“ you may be deathless, but you still suffer as a mortal man. i hold no desire to torment you, my own hunger notwithstanding. ” his voice is low among the coming moonlight. fingers trail towards his sternum, and then his throat, and then his lips, brushing his thumb along the soft flesh. “ a kiss for your blood. your services grow cheap, belmont. ” despite this, the dhampir lurches forward, intercepting his warm mouth with his own cool, bloodless lips. though gentle, the kiss exhibits underlying desire, a hunger for more. always more. “ have i sated your desires enough, my desired? ”

a kiss is offered the thumb that brushes across his lips. how rough they used to be, split from dehydration and fists alike. now the skin, along with much of the rest of himself, has grown softer. a sign of the times, he supposes. " you must mistake how highly i value your kiss. i see it as pricelessness for corrupted blood. " the kiss is returned with lingering adoration. hand stretches upward to brush back long, blond curls. " enough to complete our trade, but i will want many more when you're finished. "