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Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Trevor!

You'll be housed in APARTMENT 319.

You'll retain everything you were given previously.

Welcome back!

You'll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 213.

You'll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy!

          Heeled boots thud just a little bit heavier with each step before she leans unceremoniously against the bar, fingers tapping idly against the lacquered surface --- gaze narrowed in thought. She knows what she wants, of course... But she knows the reality of this strange digital currency, too. Her attention eventually swivels to her right; a man either already deep in his drink, or in desperate need to get started. Already a common goal. 

              ❛   I really... Really need a few rounds,   ❜   Raven declares --- fingers sweeping along the bar before beginning to curl and flit about with her words.  ❛   I’m thinking that if I buy one round, you buy the next --- and so on... We both come out a bit cheaper. Interested ?   ❜

Welcome back, grandpa!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 247!

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy your stay!

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Trevor!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 233.

You will receive everything you had in your previous stay.

PLEASE NOTE: As you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make three IC posts else you will be considered inactive once more.

Send me 🔮 for one thought your muse might hear if they could read my muse’s mind.

                     * . ✧ THE CRUEL PRINCE ✧ . *

The question caught Richter off guard. Truthfully, he had always thought that Trevor wouldn’t be the type to worry about such things. The legends always painted him as this heroic, brave person that stared death right in the eye without a worry, without a worry that he would be gone by the next sunrise. 

He was starting to realize that even the legends of his family was painted in myth. The Trevor of legends turned out to be a drunk who was kind of a jerk, but even underneath that… Trevor Belmont was as mortal as Richter. Maybe, in the end, he really did worry about those things. Maybe he didn’t want Richter to end up jaded like him.

( it’s too late, for the most part, but richter will drag his secrets to the grave with him to not disappoint family. )

The younger hunter leaned against the wall they sat against, as the two watched the sunset disappear beyond the horizons. He wasn’t sure what to say - or rather, what the right answer was - but he needed to say something, needed to remind him that he was still a mortal man underneath the weight of trauma.

     “Maybe something uncaring.It’s human to worry about      those things - that’s what makes us empathetic, I think.      If we lose that, we’re no better than the monsters we      fight.”

Because, underneath that, Trevor still cared.

     “… I’m inexperienced, compared to you, but I’ve learned      a lot already. Don’t let this consume you. For your sake.      You don’t want to become unrecognizable to yourself.”

POETRY STARTERS

Trevor doesn’t get it. 

Richter doubts he ever will, if he tells him the full story.

It’s not that Richter moans and whines about being a vampire hunter - quite the opposite, as he is proud of his bloodline and has always taken his duty to heart. But, watching loved ones die because of his ties ( ties he never asked for; he never asked to be born ), watching his own sanity almost slip away from him because he wasn’t strong enough - at some point, it becomes so much; too much.

Of course, Richter knew the risks of his livelihood that was thrust upon him because of his bloodline. It would be silly if he didn’t. It was something he just accepted, something he just allowed himself to push through with a smile on his face and without any worries shown on his face.

But, even firewood starts to spark a little too violently. There was only so much of the flames the hunter could take.

     “Does burning your comfort and safety mean you get to      be an ass to everyone around you? I’ll burn it all I want,      but that doesn’t mean I chose to do so. None of us did.      I figured you would have understood better than anyone.”