#BOA: Trevor Claybrook

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PROMPTOBER 2023 DAY 13: DIRTY

Because Trevor slipping into a cold bath is hilarious to me

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Trevor sinks down into the freezing cold bath that is definitely too small for a man of his stature. When he sees the blood on his filthy body dissipating into the water he frowns.

It's far from comfortable, but it's also far from his choice. Heating water isn't something he can do easily with a lack of magic and the bathtub is in the only surviving bathroom, away from the fireplace.

Regardless of how tightly-packed he is into the bath nor how cold it is he takes his hands and starts to wash his skin free of gore and all the muck that's gotten on him through his day hunting. As always, he managed to find himself on the track of Jho, and as always neither of them came out dead, though Trevor came out notably victorious.

His body aches despite its practised form, battered from the fight. His wounds, since tended to, send frustration prickling through him every time he sees them. As far as he's concerned, they never should've happened at all; he needs to improve his aim, perfect it to strike Jho precisely, to make the killing blow.

Even just filling the bath from the well had sent pain shooting through his body. He groans as he washes the injuries next, the water already turning red.

When he's done he slips out, not bothering to cover his body with a towel, and he takes his metal arm through to the living room where he places himself before the lit fire to dry off. He's pristine now, all the blood washed out of his hair and the mud from his body, but he wants nothing more than to race out there again, ignoring the protests of his injured form to pursue Jho at his weakest, to track him down and slice open his throat.

But instead he resigns to his weakness, letting the warm fire soothe his muscles, allowing himself time to heal and recover. If Jho were to come upon him like this, after all, that battle might end sooner than it ought to.

Regardless, Jho lingers endlessly in his mind, ever-present. He sees those red eyes, dripping jaws widening to reveal clusters of teeth, that jagged tongue tasting the air. And one day he will see them for the last time when he takes his shotgun and splatters it all across the ground.

dividers: by saradika

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