#{ ♰ : VERSE : The Blush Of Our Anger Will Bury The Sun }

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@extremepath​ asked: " You’re the only friend I’ve got. " Isaac speaks as if he is pouring his heart out to Trevor, with a sliver of mock affection, shaking his head just slightly as he does so, a somewhat exaggerated pout on his face. | ur my only bestie... my worstie... 🥺 || 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑵𝑶 𝑷𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑬 !  

The performance is neither convincing nor intended to be. Trevor is unmoved by the masquerade but for a smile that hooks sharp and knowing to the corner of his lips, sneering fangs and laughing eyes alike. This many years in, the words do not cut so deep as they did--the pout on Isaac’s face for all its mocking intention stirring little but wry, bitter mirth out of Trevor’s chest as his stride carries him dangerously in reach.

“We are friends now, are we?” Of course not. Not in the way friends are commonly thought of, at least. Trevor scoffs for the irony of that thought, a booted foot kicking one of Isaac’s ankles out to the side to stumble him back against the whelked old face of an elm tree. “A strong sort of word coming from the likes of you. Quaint sort of word for the likes of us.” The pommel of a dagger butts hard beneath the curve of Isaac’s chin, settles where the arch of his throat begins, holds that fire-bright head aloft against the bark behind as Trevor’s rasping voice roughens to a snarl.

“A very fine friend indeed you’ve concocted for yourself to keep you warm with company and with battle alike. Is that worth the price of empty veins and teeth in your throat? Is that worth pain and chase and blood? Or...” His lip curls, fangs roused and ivory-bright under the summer moon. “The better question entirely--is it still worth it? ”

#extremepath #{ ♰ : VERSE :: The Blush Of Our Anger Will Bury The Sun } #{trevor vc: hey if thats true worstie then give me that capri sun} #{trevor ima bite the shit out of you c belmont}

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@extremepath​ asked: “ you’re an impossible person to forget. ” | from isaac 💕 || MISC QUOTES

And the answer to his question is so swiftly, sincerely concise that Trevor wants to be surprised by it. He isn’t, and he shouldn’t be, but what he does feel is foolish. It was, after all, a silly sort of question to have asked at all after 300 years. Did you ever wish you could forget? Your past, your revenge, your curse. Me. The words burn still on his tongue in the morning air as if they haven’t yet been spoken. Do you?

What a thing to ask. The absurdity of it rubs all too strangely against the flattery he feels from the answer he was given, that too unsurprising coming from Isaac’s tongue by now. Absurd in a good way, at least, such that Trevor laughs about it over the distant sound of the sea rumbling ashore and gulls piercing the morning quiet with crude, cawing song. The day is so young, barely light at all through the fog and the greying thick of clouds, but Trevor is sat out on their balcony in it anyway. And has been all night, if the cold-pale colour of him is much to go by. Thinking (or brooding) as sometimes he does, for hours on end.

Still, his eyes burn the same wild storm-blue they always have when his gaze settles with the all too familiar patterns of his sire’s smirking face. Trevor smirks too, all fang and rough, rasping laughter snickering under his breath as he leans back in his chair. “I take pleasure in knowing it then,” is the eventual reply, lashes heavy and dark over the steely blue of his drifting eyes. “I suppose it is just a little too late to be worrying about what we can and cannot forget by now anyway. We have lived it all with too much clarity. We are living it still.”

A broad hand waves, combing the hazel of his hair back from his face before his fingers curl to make a place for his cheek to sit. Those on the other hand drum idle and steady on the arm of his chair as he regards Isaac with the same thoughtful, piercing gaze. “Too much wine had at the opera last night. Wine to this very moment makes me moody in amounts too large. But if you’ve had patience for everything else so far, you can find patience for that too.”

#extremepath #{ ♰ : VERSE : The Blush Of Our Anger Will Bury The Sun } #{SO HOW ABOUT SOME OF THEIR 1800S ERA FOR SPICE AND FUN LOL} #{trevor just having a deep existential thonk on the balcony at like 5 am as sometimes he does HASDJK} #{wondering what isaac thinks about everything that's happened when he realises hes never asked OOP} #{KING ITS BEEN 300 YEARS UR A LITTLE LATE TO THE GAME}