[It's still early, but Sypha's been up for a while, working on getting the library reorganized. She left her surplice there, so she's just in her skirt and black shirt when she returns, and sits on her side of the bed to unwrap the sausage and pancakes she's brought back with her.]
[Trevor sets his communicator down and sits up with a grunt. He sleeps naked, but he has the blanket over his legs and his cloak around his shoulders. The days are getting warmer, anyway]
I took him to the pool here and he made most of it freeze up. Said that you were going to teach him fire next, but we didn't think it was a great idea to try now, in a wooden boat.
[Off-topic. She stops herself, because they are definitely talking about more important things. She scoots over so she can lean against his shoulder, pulling his cloak around her too.]
My teacher started me with ice. It's safest. Relatively. Then wind. Then fire. Tell me more about him. What did he say about how he lives? Is he happy?
[He grins, warm and inviting in a smile meant only for Sypha. Trevor draws his arm around her]
He definitely seems it. I had taken him hunting for rabbits the day before, and the day he came here he was supposed to be taking history lessons with you and purposely got lost instead.
[It's absent, the way her hand touches her stomach. There's nothing to feel, no bump.]
If he was an illusion, and I am not believing he was, because- I knew he was here. I don't feel as if I were gone at all, but the moment I returned, I knew he had been here, had spent time here. But if he was an illusion, why?
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We should probably talk about Simon.
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So.
Reminds me of you. Like, a lot.
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[Sypha doesn't want to have this conversation on this machine, and so she's coming to him.]
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[Trevor, at this time of day, is in their shared bed in Sypha's cabin]
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Are you hungry yet?
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I can eat. Thanks.
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Your hair or mine?
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Your hair, my eyes.
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What did you talk to him about?
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Whatever he wanted. How he ended up here, what he was doing before, how he can make ice, lunch.
Sorry you didn't get to see him yet.
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What was he doing?
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I took him to the pool here and he made most of it freeze up. Said that you were going to teach him fire next, but we didn't think it was a great idea to try now, in a wooden boat.
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[Off-topic. She stops herself, because they are definitely talking about more important things. She scoots over so she can lean against his shoulder, pulling his cloak around her too.]
My teacher started me with ice. It's safest. Relatively. Then wind. Then fire. Tell me more about him. What did he say about how he lives? Is he happy?
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He definitely seems it. I had taken him hunting for rabbits the day before, and the day he came here he was supposed to be taking history lessons with you and purposely got lost instead.
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I can't even be angry I didn't get to see him. I am so glad you did.
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Well, from what I understand it, you won't have long to wait. This is just going to be a really....really long pregnancy.
Weird to think I'm destined to get out of here and raise him. That, or the fucking Necromancer conjured up the cruelest illusion.
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If he was an illusion, and I am not believing he was, because- I knew he was here. I don't feel as if I were gone at all, but the moment I returned, I knew he had been here, had spent time here. But if he was an illusion, why?
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To guilt me into accepting the conjurer's offer? Show me everything I want to have and all I'd have to do is give in.
I mean. Simon was very tempting. And his sister.
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Sister!
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Her name's Misha. She's four, according to Simon. I was teaching her how to ride a pony.
[Two of them. They have two children]
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Any more surprises, Trevor Belmont?
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Or that he calls that broody vampire Uncle Adrian?
Or that I might have...inadvertantly named Dracula an honorary grandfather?
Sorry. It's a lot.
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... and the third is less of one than I am really prepared to deal with.
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