where angels fear to tread.

     ❛ my, why would you assume such a thing? so quick to accuse me. i am naught but innocent. you, of all the people, should know better. ❜

dabs in like ayy,,,,,, ok so i watched the 4 episodes of the animated series yesterday & just a quick note that my portrayal of trevor won’t change & i’ll probably stay away as much as i can from that version of trevor, nor will i change my fc of him ( still staying in the castlevania3 / curse of darkness vibes )

conformist     ☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆     rebel naive     ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆     cynical indecisive    ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆     inflexible selfish     ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆     self-sacrificing apathetic     ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆      emotional fearful     ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★   reckless childish     ☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆      humorless dependent     ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆      loner passive     ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆     aggressive

the affection the bat showed him managed to amuse him now. ( in comparison to before, where he was obviously only annoyed. ) the bat’s efforts are not for naught!! though he would gladly pass on her gift, he still takes hold of the grape, & he seems to be rewarded with some sort of chirp. eyebrows quirk up as a smile pearls on his lips, inviting the small creature to settle on his palm. he then guides her to take place ‘pon his shoulder.

he wouldn’t normally do this, but he eats the grape anyhow. ( hunger began to tug at his stomach, eagerly waiting for supper to be ready as he waits near the campfire. ) 

trevor grew up away from the commoners & therefore, developed a mind & morals untouched by social standards & whatnot. the world’s view on women for him is odd & he cannot understand. he sees them as they should be seen; as equals. while he doesn’t remember that much about his mother, he is still comforted at the thought of her. ( his parents were the only figures he grew up with, he rarely saw other people; less know them on a personal level. )

witch trials upsets him, especially since he would’ve probably gone under the same treatment if he’d be born female rather than male. ( though the belmonts are avoided & exiled instead of being hunted & burned. ) still, the thought has crossed his mind once or twice. i’m sure trevor’s sense of righteousness encouraged him to stop innocent women from being burned some times in his life.who is he to judge anyway? he lives the secluded life just like witches do & perceived as different. as long as they do no harm or aren’t for the forces of evil, he will not hunt them down. he couldn’t care less.

pride & arrogance almost always go hand in hand, but they still are very different concepts. trevor’s attitude does give that prideful vibe, there’s no doubt, just from the way he carries himself & address people. he is confident in his skills & it shows.

it first comes off from his bloodline & the burden that he solemnly obliges in. i don’t think trevor agreed to help the church out of need of heroism or love for humanity. trevor was secluded all of his life. killing dracula is his family’s purpose & so the thirst to accomplish his blood’s duty was overwhelming. as cliché as it sounds, i do believe that he learned to love the world as it is through his newfound friendships & put pride aside. ( but it still remained as a strong motivation. ) it’s something worth protecting & fight for, rather than just focus on the task his ancestors forced on him.

while he may be cocky & rude, he is by no mean arrogant. trevor is aware that his journey has been easier because of his companions & he has no shame whatsoever to depend on them. even in front of a stranger like hector, he shows a rather humble front while speaking of his friends. it’s also easy to notice how level - headed he is—— & he also happens to posses both leadership & charisma.

trevor dismissing hector in curse of darkness is memorable. i love this moment to bits, in which he rejects his struggle so easily with a smile on his face. just how cocky is that? i do believe that trevor is a force to recognize; scarily so, which is why he brushes hector aside so easily. his smug, confident attitude is really justifiable. he knows what the hell he is doing & he can depend on himself. ( which he has been doing all his life since he was alone. )

as night could feel unsafe & ominous when spent outside, trevor found that i could bestow the greatest moment of rest & tranquility. distinctive chatter between the four of them is constant, though nowhere near resounding. the hunter spaces out for a short moment, his gaze of ice lost in the dancing flames of the campfire. 

thick lashes blink in confusion; his skin grows too warm, & he assumes that staring at the burning ashes for too long made him feel so—— he jolts ( subtly ) as he discovers the small burning branch hidden under his legs. brows furrow, his usual scowl returning, as he rolls eyes in an annoyed fashion.

i. trevor mostly falls asleep on his back / side, but shifts in his sleep to get on stomach. from there, he actually doesn’t budge at all. he doesn’t snore, but if he does by any chance, it sounds more like a gentle rumble than some loud sounds.

ii. sharing bed with sypha was complicated at first, but nothing near bothersome. it simply took time to get accustomed to, especially with trevor used to sleep on his belly all the time. 

iii. nightmares come & go. it doesn’t happen that often but if it does, he’ll wake in a quiet startle & drift back to sleep as he calms down. it’s no big deal for him, though he will maybe seek comfort as he tucks his head underneath sypha’s chin.

iv. a light sleeper. the slightest of sound will wake him, but on the bright side, it doesn’t take him much time to fall back asleep.

     ❛ most monsters are beings of darkness. i assume they are not interested in partaking the quiet life & drink some warm tea. ❜

corner of dry lips quirks up ever so slightly, mocking subtly as he evades the questions. ( yet his answers are rather obvious. ) the jest amuses him yet he couldn’t care less for monsters who have less conscience than a rock. everything that is touched by evil energy is beyond salvation, & there’s no cure for vulgar beasts.

still, trevor himself is not unfamiliar with the monstrous label. when human, being different is enough to be cast out & treated differently. gifted with powers to slay humanity’s foes, he was treated the same way than those he swore to hunt. ( in order to protect them. ) the irony of it all… it is laughable. he is feared all the same.