synthneon | · CALL ME OUT (SUMMER) ·

His quick pace and sharp reflexes hadn't been exaggerated in the tales she'd heard. Although she had tried to lead the way, before she knew it, he was grasping at her wrist as they unceremoniously threw themselves from the higher window onto the platform below.

When her feet left the ground, it was as though things moved in slow motion. Sure, she experienced the thrill of flight thanks to her abilities, but free-falling like this... it felt entirely different. The slow beat of her heart skipped in her chest before she finally landed, suddenly faced by a very intense looking hunter— her own face flushed.

He was... really trying to save her, wasn't he? Then...

Lenore followed quickly behind, lifting her skirts for added mobility with a renewed sense of purpose— and promptly felt her feet completely lose ground from underneath her. When she looked down, her eyes widened in horror as she realized that the swirl of magic lay at her feet; a swirling void that quickly started to pull her in.

The Infinite Corridor, Trevor might recognize it as.

"B... Belmont!" she cried, with more than a hint of panic. She thrust a hand out towards him, reaching out to try and grab ahold of him as she felt herself falling...

And then a thud, before it all went black.

That damned Corridor.

Remind him to personally stake Saint Germaine at a later point. It didn't matter if the man was or wasn't a vampire. Trevor had enough of the magic and shite that surrounded the alchemist. He had enough of dealing with the fall out of Dracula, his war, his curse.

Trevor turned as fast as he could on his heel to face her. His whipless hand reached out to snag onto her wrist. Why was he sticking his neck out to save a vampire? One that was part of Carmilla's court no less. One that most likely had helped construct the strategies the woman had used to plow over the neighboring lands. Well... he had no good reason at least. Just the instinct to save something that called out to him.

How many people called out to him for help?

His hand curled around her wrist at the last second. At first he thought he had managed to pull her back, but then he realized he was pulled in himself. The whip snapped out to try and grab onto something - anything - but to no avail. He was left falling down with her as well.

The thud, for him, was far less graceful.

The air escaped his lungs with a pathetic gasp. Blood found its way out in front of him from the impact and an ever increasing set of injuries his body had sustained with fight after fight of night creatures alike. His blurry gaze moved over to Lenore to make sure his hand still was attached to her wrist.

Then, everything became one mess of blurred colors before nothing.

"...ke —p!" Lenore had awoken first, maybe by the grace of her quick metabolism. She was pacing back and forth, glancing at the horizon often. If Trevor didn't wake up soon... "I said, wake up you clumsy oaf!" she continued to call, reaching down and starting to drag him by the arms, though it wasn't easy work for her. She was tired, weakened, and worried. "Do you honestly expect me to drag you out of here?!"

Wherever here was, exactly. The terrain was wholly unfamiliar to Lenore, who didn't see much of the world outside the castle as it was to begin with. There at least seemed to be nowhere around in this dense patch of forest they'd somehow found themselves in.

What sort of magic was that, anyway? The way that it pulled her in... and the hand that had reached back to try and save her from it...

"You're worse than a fainted goat, I swear it."

Trevor's reflex and awareness were usually at a heightened state. Even if he was drunk and baffling about the countryside. Now, though, it was all the injuries adding up into the state he was in. Countless amount of days fighting up to Dracula, the cults afterwards, and eventually the hoards that would come down to Styria. He was even aware of his surroundings as Lenore pulled him along the way.

It wasn't until a large rock found its way into his side that he let out an uncomfortable groan.

An eye slowly cracked open to find the pale woman leaning over him. Red hair cascading down her shoulders. Honestly? She was striking in her own way. If only she didn't have fangs hidden away.

"...did you say something about a goat?"

"Finally!" without warning, she immediately let go of the grip that she had on his arms, leaving them to flop heavily onto the ground. "I was beginning to think you were going to be out until after the sunrise. Now get up."

It seemed that she would give him no quarter. Especially since... "Unless you want me to leave you out here to see what sort of creatures are attracted to that scent of yours— we need to find shelter, and fast."

We? Well, they were in this mess together for now, at any rate.

"You're in no shape to do anymore fighting and in about ten more minutes I'll be of no help, either. So come on, get up I said!"

"Oh--God," the last word was wheezed out as his back hit the ground. A groan followed, as well as the feeling of not wanting to move ever again. He wasn't sure what was bruised, broken, or pinched, but God did it hurt.

Trevor stared up at the ceiling as she went on. Shelter? Were they out in the open? It was hard to tell with how blurry his vision still was. Still, he forced himself to roll over on his front. Another wheeze left him. It was a struggle to push himself upwards.

"Not sure I'm in the condition to do much of anything, Your Highness." He grunted out. A single hand raised towards her. "You are a Queen, are you not? Would Majesty be more appropriate?"

"It would," sorry, were you expecting her to have more shame? "But lucky for you, now is hardly the time to argue semantics." And it was no time to be wasting time either, was his head as thick as those arms or something??

Lenore wasn't entirely sure what the point of that hand extending towards her was, but she'll clamp down on it at the wrist with both of her own, giving him a heaving tug in an attempt to get him moving.

The sounds and smells around them, at least, suggested they were outside.

"Can't you at least make this a little easier, and put those hulking muscles of yours to good use?!" There was a break in the cliffside up ahead. Some kind of cave? It was at least somewhere to hide from the rising light.

"I'm sure you'll make the time your Queenliness." Trevor huffed. Oh, yes. He would not let all of this go. Instead he slowly stood to his feet. There was a sway in his balance before he could finally manage to stand upright. Everything was in pain.

"Remind me to kill Saint Germain later."

He was going to somehow.

"I can't do much of anything other than listening to your insistent nagging." A hand raised and waved away her complaints. Slowly, he started forward and managed to continue towards the break in the cliff side. There was little else to do than push towards it after all. "I take it you have gone camping before."

Lenore, of course, had no idea who this cursed Saint Germain was, but if they had anything to do with whatever-the-hell had just happened, Trevor might be on to something, with those threats of his. Also, he was right. She would have been happy to have argued semantics as well under any other circumstance...

"Oh, for the love of—" she was going to have to do this herself, apparently. Up until now, he had been the one trying to make sure she survived, so... it was only right to return the favour, wasn't it?

Lenore moved to his side, draping one of his hulking arms around her slender shoulders, intending to drag him more than support if he was going to be dead weight. With her being so close, the sweet flowery oils that she clearly bathed in regularly probably wafted to overwhelm his senses.

"Do I seem like the sort who goes camping to you?"

Trevor froze the moment she moved under his arm. The idea of others - besides a select few - bothering a time of day or even touching him without making a fist was strange. Still, he knew she was going to insist regardless. Trevor shifted a bit of his weight to her and continued forward as much on his own that he could.

"I have no idea what your life was like before you joined the vampiric hoard." He sighed slightly. He was too tired to keep up the more brutish side of the banter. "Make sure where you've found won't burn you to a crisp when the sun is in midday."

· CALL ME OUT (SUMMER) ·

🌴 SUMMER

there is a TIME and PLACE for everything OKAY

this is A TIME AND A PLACE LENORE

oh my god YES TREVOR in the LITERAL SENSE THIS IS A TIME AND A PLACE.... ITS NOT THE RIGHT ONE THO

well NOT WITH THAT ATTITUDE IT'S NOT!

exasperated sigh.... it's a good thing you're handsome.............

:'D and good smelling

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