#||..asks | trevor

@shotbitch​ asked: 💖 + anyone you want 👀 new year’s eve kiss !!

Trevor’s not one to spend much time in public. Being undead isn’t exactly socially acceptable, and so crowds are something that just feels right to avoid. An assassin for hire by trade, hiding his face and sticking to the shadows, he prefers to be a part of things at a distance-- observing instead of participating.

Until Bev. 

He can’t help but be drawn to her; at first, he’d been fully able to convince himself it was just the sex. That was all he needed, all he wanted from her. There had been no desire for a connection any deeper than that, partially because he didn’t feel as if he really deserved it. (And there was also the assumption that’s also all she wanted, so why try to envision some sort of relationship where there was none?)

Yet she takes opportunities to drag him out into the public eye, and New Year’s Eve is no exception. There’s too many people around for their city’s ball drop to worry about him being spotted by his employer, though he’s careful to stick as close to Bev as possible. He has no idea why she insists on taking him places... at least, not until the clock starts ticking down the final seconds to midnight and couples around them kiss as the year turns over.

@shotbitch​ asked: ❛ Shhh … Kiss me .. ❜ // trevor oof * soft  smut  sentence  starters .

HE’S NOT ONE FOR ANYTHING BUT HOOK-UPS AND ONE-NIGHT STANDS; to say that Bev has overstayed her welcome is probably an understatement, but there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to let her go, even though he knows he should. The man is a KILLER FOR HIRE, not to mention LEGALLY DECEASED, and any sort of long-term relationship just ISN’T in the cards. And he’s told her this HOW MANY TIMES--?

“Beverly, I can’t keep...” Then she quiets him, and his pale lips shut, icy eyes seeming to look for an escape route that he truly has no desire to find. Trevor’s expression hardens, the blond averting his gaze to the floor before brows furrow and he steps forward. She wants a KISS-- and he doesn’t do SOFT, not really, not anymore. CERTAINLY NOT NOW. 

@shotbitch​ asked: [Brush] Touch my muse’s scar on accident // Trevor

HE ALWAYS TRIES TO MAKE QUICK WORK OF GETTING UNDRESSED... especially after a job. Trevor doesn’t like his own body; looking at skin that is far too pale, discolored from the reversal of the DECAYING process... and heavily scarred from where his employers had needed to STITCH HIM BACK TOGETHER. In short, the young man was a mess of a human being, if he could even call himself that anymore.

His shoulder harness is removed, set carefully on the bed; bloody-sleeved shirt is peeled off with a stony expression and tossed into the pile of clothes he still needs to wash. Just about to undo his belt and hang up his swords, Trevor feels something brush over the hoof-shaped scar on his shoulder blade. Eyes widen for a brief second before he turns around, brow furrowed, a stony expression on his face as he grabs Bev by the wrist.

@hitundo​ asked: ‘ that’s how i felt. invaded. ’ from Nadine to anyone <3

“...I understand.” OF COURSE HE DOESN’T WANT TO GO INTO DETAIL, not that he really CAN-- although the memories of his death are as fresh in his mind as the day it happened, his resurrection is... fuzzy. Not normally one to EMPATHIZE with anyone, either, there’s a slight TUG at his heart when it comes to Nadine. 

HE’S NOT SURE WHETHER HE LIKES THAT.

@pcrplexus​ asked: “It looks broken. Can you move it at all?”

IT MORE THAN LIKELY IS BROKEN, though that doesn’t bother him. Not like it would have when he was FULLY ALIVE. The young man blinks up at the other towering over him and tries to lift the arm in question. It moves just a small bit, and though Trevor KNOWS IT SHOULD HURT... it doesn’t.

@madgirltm​ asked: ‘ it’s all about family and who you know. ’ @ trevor

“OF COURSE IT IS--” He rolls his eyes with a huff, pushing up the sleeves of his white collared shirt. There’s a little bit of BLOOD from the last person he’d had a run-in with, and the young man finds himself paying more attention to that STAIN and his SWORD than the person who had decided to ‘grace’ him with their (very much unwanted) COMPANY.

@streetxcat​ asked: “When you do bad things, you have something you can point to when people eventually leave you. It’s not you, you tell yourself. It’s that bad thing you did.” ( for trevor! )

Angsty Bojack Horseman Sentence Starters

“--YOU REALLY THINK SO?” He’s done a lot of bad, and not very much good. The nicest thing that he can even REMEMBER doing is rescuing the fox he now kept as a pet. Speaking of his fox, the little gray creature screams at Trevor from across the room until he stands and moves to PICK HER UP. Finally, Gris stops her crying, rolling over in Trevor’s arms to gaze upside-down at Cat.

@magicxecustos​ asked: hands thread through blond locks as her lips trail across his cheek in sweet pecks. before meeting his lips, she pulls back for a moment and smiles brilliantly at trevor. " happy birthday, trev. regardless of the life you've lived... it's brought you to me and i couldn't be happier about that. i love you. "

HIS BIRTHDAY-- Funny, the man can’t even remember really HOW OLD HE IS. He knows it’s a few years younger than Sheri, but honestly, the life he had before all of this is ALL BUT A BLUR. Trevor sighs heavily, content to just EXIST; it amazes him how much he had taken living for granted, especially now that there was someone in his life who CARED FOR HIM.

Multiple people, if he really wanted to count.